Ethan's POV
Sometimes I wonder when my life really began to fall apart.
I close my eyes and I'm back there — years ago, in the palace, when Elara was still alive.
We weren't in love. Not even close. She was just a girl I used to fuck to quiet the storm in my head. An omega who worked in the palace, soft-spoken, always shy when she brought my meals, until one night I pulled her into my room and kissed her.
That night was fire.
She liked it. I liked it too.
And then it became every night. She would sneak into my room after the palace fell quiet, and we would fuck until my sheets were damp and her voice echoed through the room, hoarse from moaning. I would bury my face in her neck, suck on her tits until she trembled, and for a few hours everything was good.
Then four weeks later — exactly the same moon phase as the night I first touched her — she died.
She just… slept and didn't wake up.
