Romane von GideonWriting

Elena POV.We finally landed in the pack house as something jagged, something that never quite settled in my bones. The deltas had still been shoveling me around like I weighed nothing, like I was nothing, until the alpha snapped at them. I didn't expect kindness from him. Not ever. So when he reprimanded them for the rough handling that began all the way from my father’s house, it startled me. Briefly. Foolishly. Because the moment he ordered them to lock me up, confusion surged back, sharp and suffocating.The house looked the same, unchanged, almost mocking in its familiarity. Large, medieval in structure, with polished wooden floors that glittered under careful finishing. It still radiated that ceremonial life: the constant cooking, the unending hum of activity. I had once imagined belonging here. I had once wanted it. Now, I stood inside it knowing I was walking straight into something that would break me.Part of me felt a fragile, shameful relief to be associated with the pack

Elena's POVIt's morning, and I was at my father’s house. Everyone was preparing to go to their respective roles. I was preparing to go to the pack house for my cooking role for the pack. I would be preparing dinner that day, but I needed to arrive in time to set things ready and get other servants’ assistance.Then suddenly, the door bursted open.Even now, I hear it. The violent crack of wood against the wall.Four young, body-fitted men stormed in one after the other. My father rushed out. I knew it was because of the noise caused by the sudden jerk of the door.Seeing the men who had caused the chaos, he rushed toward them, one leg already raised before he even reached the first. I read his face. I saw it clearly. He was furious. As our pack’s gamma, they had crossed their boundaries.“Whap!”Before the men could move further after spotting me and stepping forward, one received a fast, snapping kick from father. It sent him flying, spiraling downward, his head crashing against the

Elena's POV It moved me, and I cut in before I could stop myself.“It is fine, mother. I am confident that Mila and her mother learned their lesson in hard ways on how to treat everyone with empathy.”I detest seeing her in tears. I hate that I can’t figure out an effective way to expose Mila’s plot right away. I can’t tell my mother…it will only hurt her more. Now I need to avenge myself and restore my mother’s dignity.I sipped the rest of my wine, though it burned more than it soothed. “I had rushed to you to ask what you think about the mating run father said is happening soon.”“Yes, Elena, it is on the 3rd of the waxing crescent. Today is the 25th day of the waning crescent, so 5 nights to go,” mother says calmly.“Mila’s mother said whether I like it or not, it is highly possible that Varlok chooses me because he might narrow his search down to me and Mila. She would just have to inform Varlok that Mila is already marked by the alpha prince, his nephew,” I relayed, and even no

Elena's POV “She went to look for a male… She’s unhappy for me because Golden chose me,” Mila cut in, her face suddenly serious.I immediately thought of reporting what I overheard Mila and her mother, Camela, say. But no way. Camela knows how to make me look like a lunatic. Like I’m hearing things that never happened. I clenched my fist, anger foaming inside me, but forced myself to stay calm, even as the situation drained me.“Nothing used to give her concern,” Camela pointed out flatly.I stood still, rehearsing a lie I could tell. Something like I was at the pack house, performing my duties, tending to domestic chores and setting up the pack hall with others. But that seemed too much. What if they discovered the truth? My shame would be intense.“I was beginning to think you were in the forest today. Alpha Varlok has ordered an inquiry about any she-wolf who might have been in the forest this afternoon,” father reiterated, this time brushing his eye ball with mine.“Tell the trut

Elena's POVKnowing he probably couldn't wait to see me, I put on my best lingerie beneath a silk armless top that pronounced my bursted frontIn excitement, I slipped through the door leading to his room, but what I saw killed all the excitement immediately.My stepsister was fully undressed. Golden, the alpha prince, was kissing her madly. His hands worshiping every part of her body as though I had never existed.I struggled to repress the shame that suddenly penetrated me, sharp and merciless.They were so lost in the moment that they did not notice me for the first three minutes. I stood frozen, watching something I should never have seen.It was my stepsister, Mila, who first noticed me, and she immediately enveloped Golden with her arms, shielding him from looking at me.“Elena, I think you have eyes to see for yourself that he likes me so much. So nothing to talk about,” Mila whispered with her eyes half open.“I cannot explain this better right away.” Golden immediately cut in