Rhea sat on her bed, her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the moonlight spilling through the window. Her mind was still reeling from Kaelan's words earlier that day. He had left her with more questions than answers, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on her shoulders.
She didn't want to admit it, but Zane's warning haunted her: Kaelan is dangerous. He's cursed.
A soft knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. Her heart jumped—she already knew who it was before she even opened it. Taking a deep breath, she stood and opened the door.
Kaelan stood there, his tall frame silhouetted by the dim hallway light. His expression was a mix of determination and something softer, something she hadn't seen from him before. Vulnerability, maybe?
"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice low.
Rhea hesitated. "It's late."
"I know," he said, his tone almost pleading. "But we need to talk."
After a moment, she stepped aside, letting him in. He entered the small room, his presence seeming to fill the space. She closed the door and turned to face him, crossing her arms defensively.
"Well?" she said, keeping her tone steady. "What is it this time, Kaelan? Another warning about Zane?"
Kaelan ran a hand through his messy dark hair, clearly trying to gather his thoughts. "This isn't about Zane. It's about me."
Rhea raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, she sighed. "Spit it out, Kaelan. I don't have all night."
He flinched at her impatient tone, but then his eyes locked onto hers, and the raw intensity in his gaze made her breath catch. "I need you to understand something about me, Rhea. About who I am. About why I've been... distant."
Her brow furrowed. "Distant? You've been controlling, Kaelan. Dominating. Acting like you can just decide what's best for me without even asking how I feel."
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he was going to snap back at her. But instead, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he let out a long breath. "You're right," he admitted quietly. "I've been trying to keep you away from me. But not for the reasons you think."
Rhea frowned, her arms dropping to her sides. "Then why?"
Kaelan hesitated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. "Because I'm dangerous, Rhea."
Her stomach twisted. Zane's voice echoed in her mind again. He's cursed. She took a small step back, her heart pounding. "What... what do you mean?"
Kaelan's eyes darkened, and he took a step closer to her, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. "I wasn't always the man you see now. I used to be... cruel. Ruthless. I ruled as Alpha with an iron fist, and I didn't care who I hurt along the way. I thought strength was all that mattered."
Rhea's throat felt tight. She didn't interrupt, sensing that there was more he needed to say.
"But then," Kaelan continued, his voice cracking slightly, "the Elder stepped in. He saw what I was becoming—what I already was. And he cursed me."
Rhea's eyes widened. "Cursed you?" she whispered.
Kaelan nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. "He told me that I would never find peace, that my power would destroy me unless I could prove that I was capable of something more. Of love. Of compassion. He said the only way to break the curse was to change—to become the kind of leader who could inspire loyalty, not fear."
Rhea stared at him, her mind racing. "And have you?" she asked softly. "Have you changed?"
Kaelan's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm trying," he said after a moment. "But it's not easy, Rhea. Every day, I feel the weight of what I've done. The people I've hurt. And then there's you."
Her breath caught. "Me?"
"You make me want to be better," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "But at the same time, I'm terrified. Terrified that I'll hurt you, too. That I'll ruin everything—because that's all I've ever done."
Rhea's heart ached at the pain in his voice. For the first time, she saw the man behind the mask—the man who was struggling to be something more, to fight against the darkness inside him. But she couldn't ignore the doubt gnawing at her.
"You're asking me to trust you," she said carefully. "But how can I, Kaelan? How can I trust someone who won't even trust himself?"
His expression shifted, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. "I don't expect you to trust me, Rhea. I just need you to understand. I need you to know the truth about who I am—what I am."
She shook her head, stepping away from him. "I don't know if I can do this, Kaelan. I don't know if I can—"
Her words were cut off by the sudden sound of glass shattering downstairs. Both of them froze, their eyes meeting for a brief, tense moment.
"Stay here," Kaelan said sharply, his protective instincts kicking in.
"Like hell I will," Rhea shot back, already moving toward the door. "You don't get to decide what I do, Kaelan."
He growled under his breath, but there was no time to argue. Together, they descended the stairs, the tension between them momentarily forgotten as they focused on the potential threat.
When they reached the living room, Rhea's blood ran cold. Zane was standing in the middle of the room, a smug smile on his face. Broken glass littered the floor, and the cold night air seeped in through the shattered window behind him.
"Zane," Kaelan snarled, stepping in front of Rhea protectively.
"Ah, Kaelan," Zane said smoothly, his voice dripping with mockery. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
"What do you want?" Kaelan demanded, his tone low and dangerous.
Zane's smile widened. "Oh, you know exactly what I want. I've come to take what's mine."
Rhea felt a chill run down her spine. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Zane's eyes flicked to her, and for a moment, his expression softened. But there was something sinister lurking beneath the surface. "I'm talking about you, Rhea. You deserve better than him."
Kaelan's growl deepened, and he took a step forward, his fists clenched. "Stay away from her, Zane."
Zane laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "Or what? You'll fight me? You think you can protect her from me, Kaelan? You couldn't even protect yourself from the curse."
Kaelan flinched, and Rhea's heart sank. Zane's words were like poison, seeping into the cracks of Kaelan's carefully constructed armor.
"I'm not afraid of you," Kaelan said through gritted teeth. "If you lay a hand on her, I'll—"
"You'll what?" Zane interrupted, his voice sharp. "Kill me? Prove to her just how dangerous you really are?"
The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Rhea's gaze darted between the two men, her mind racing. She didn't know who to believe, who to trust. Kaelan's confession was still fresh in her mind, and now Zane was here, threatening everything.
Before she could say anything, Zane's smile returned, colder than ever. "This isn't over," he said, his eyes locking onto Kaelan's. "You can't protect her forever."
And with that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Kaelan and Rhea standing in the wreckage of their already fragile trust.
Rhea turned to Kaelan, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are we going to do?"
Kaelan didn't answer right away. His jaw was tight, his hands still clenched into fists. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and filled with determination. "We're going to end this. Once and for all."
But as he said the words, Rhea couldn't shake the feeling that things were only going to get worse.
The tension between Kaelan and Zane, combined with Rhea's growing doubts, sets the stage for the storm to come. Secrets have been revealed, but the truth is far from fully uncovered, and danger looms closer than ever.