Chapter 85

• Celeste’s POV
• No one could have expected it—Elijah standing there on the street, so bold, so unapologetically proud, admitting in front of everyone that he was being “taken care of” by me. The words struck through the bustling noises of Moonviel City like the howl of a lone wolf piercing the night.
• Elias Frost’s crimson eyes widened, disbelief etching deep lines into his otherwise sharp, alpha face. “You… you…” he stammered, struggling for words. The shock in his tone wasn’t just surprise—it was personal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he found his voice, trembling and furious. “What did you just call her?”