Chapter 120

Elodie’s POV

The next morning, the maids were already bustling, plates clinking, the smell of brewed coffee curling in the air.

I stood at the counter, absentmindedly stirring sugar into my cup, but my thoughts weren’t on breakfast—they were on him. Kiernan. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, not after last night, not after everything.

My heart was tight in my chest, and my wolf was restless, p