Author's POVA week later.Although everything had died down temporarily, the elders still had their suspicions. They were equally keeping an eye on Kael, their eyes like that of an eagle watching, waiting for him to flop. And also on Damian trying to figure out the real reason why he let Kael go.For one whole week, Elara was nowhere to be found. She hadn't been seen in the palace. Everyone had expected that she was still probably angry at the Alpha for everything and coupled with the fact that justice wasn't exactly served.Today, Alpha Damian sat at the grand hall with Elders Seraphina, Selena, and a few other trusted members of the high circle. They were discussing about the pack matters and how to restore peace.Kael stood by silently near the back, arms crossed with a guarded expression on his face. From the look on the Elders face anytime his eyes met with them, he knew he wasn't exactly wanted here but he equally doesn't care.A sharp knock on the double doors silenced the roo
Author’s POVThe grand hall which was filled moments ago with shock, suspicion, and false smiles eventually emptied. But the echo of the elders’ reluctant chants of “Long live, Alpha Damian”, still lingered in the air, thick like a aftertaste of a sour poison.Damian didn’t speak. Although he could barely hold himself from snapping but at the end of the day he waited until the heavy doors slammed shut after he gave the guards a quiet order to exit the room, leaving only two people in the room.Him. And her.Elara sat back on her throne, her legs crossed in such a graceful manner that made her give a type of aura that was impossible to ignore. Damian noticed it but he quickly shoved it away.Who would care about some aura in such a situation? He was literally burning with rage inside. She noticed him as he tried to force himself to look away from her and a faint, taunting smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.Interesting. It was good to know that she still had some kind of effects
Author's POVElara’s eyes glittered with unshed tears. “No. I still feel betrayed. But I’m choosing peace. Choosing to put everything behind me and move on.” “Bullshit,” Damian snapped. “You don’t forgive that easily. I know you, Elara.”Her lips curved into a slow, mysterious smile. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”There it was. The glint in her eyes. The spark behind the calm. She was playing a deeper game, and they both knew it. The only problem was—he didn’t know the rules yet. He can never know. His own tenure have run out and this was her own time to be in charge. Her games, her rules. Damian exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. He had no choice not to believe her for now. He knew pushing further was useless. "I don’t know what game you’re playing, but if you hurt yourself or get caught in something dangerous—”“I’m not here to hurt myself, Damian,” she interrupted coolly. “I’m here to stand by your side. To support your reign. Isn’t that what a L
Elara’s POV The moment I stepped into my room and the door clicked shut behind me with a soft click, I leaned against it for a long moment, closing my eyes and I had a bit of relief. My chest was still rising and falling from the aftermath of that kiss. I clasped my hands together tightly, trying everything I could to steady my breathing. The disgusting taste of that kiss still lingered on my lips. It was everything warm, aggressive, unforgettable. And it was everything I hated because of the way it had unraveled me in ways it shouldn't. Damn him. For one week I had been preparing for this. And I thought I was fully prepared to take up this role that I had perfectly crafted. This role of being calm, calculated, in control. But it turned out to be harder than I had expected. The moment he pressed his lips on mine, something within me cracked. Something old. Something buried. Something dangerous. Fuck!!! Even my wolf wasn't left out. She had been restless, jumping inside me since
Elara's POV Once Clara left, I sat down at the edge of the bed and rubbing my temple and sighing in frustration. I had just remembered that I said I was going to move to Damian's room. This was crazy. I didn't even mean to say that. But the word had left my mouth before I could stop them in a desperate bind to make him believe me earlier. I should have never said that no matter what. Sharing a chamber with Damian again felt like inviting a wolf into my den, one I couldn’t quite keep from growling, or biting. And that kiss… the memory of it alone made my stomach twisted with discomfort. And now? I'd be sleeping in his bed tonight. And I don't need any soothsayer to tell me what was to come next. It was crystal clear that he'd try to sleep with me. He’d use it as a test, a way to claim control and even if it isn't that, I could see I still have an effect on him. And the thought of his hands on me for the whatever reasons, the thoughts of his cock inside me after I had sworn not
Elara's POV I sat quietly in the doctor's office, the pungent smell of antiseptic filling my nostrils as I cradled my trembling hands in my lap. The world felt unsteady beneath me. My mind replayed the doctor's grim word on a loop: "If you carry the baby to term, you won't survive and if you terminate the pregnancy there is a chance we can treat cancer."A chance. Not even a guarantee.I wanted to scream, cry — anything to expel the confusion and despair suffocating me. How could I choose between the fragile life growing inside me and my own survival? How could I? Just last week, my husband, Damian and I had hoped that the test results would come out positive. We have laughed, dreamed and planned a whole lot ahead for our future and that of the baby. But this? I have never imagined it would come to this.My trembling hands hovered around my phone as I debated calling Damian . When the call connected, I froze. How could I tell him that the baby we've hoped for, waited for —or myself
Elara's POV Damian's smirk widened as he relished every bit of my outrage. "Are you trying to make me suffer?" Damian sneered. "Wrong choice. You’re just as stupid as your father.”My heart tightened as his words hung in the air. "How dare you insult my family," I hissed. "They accepted you, believed in you and gave you the chance to run a company. You ungrateful little rat, hiding your true identity like a coward. Who are you, really?”I met Damian at a high-profile gala four years ago. He was a Rogue. No pack. No family. While I was the Alpha's daughter. I was drawn to his charm, wit, and resilience—qualities that set him apart from the privileged men in my social circle. We started as friends, but our bond soon grew into something deeper. Despite my family’s initial objections, they eventually accepted him. My father, impressed by Damian’s knack for identifying business opportunities and negotiating deals, offered him a partnership in our family businessBut here he was, biting
Elara's POV The tension in the hospital room was palpable as Damian's cold gaze landed on my father's pale, unconscious figure. His cruel and mocking voice sent a chill down my spine."Did you ever think about what would happen the day you killed my family? He asked, his tone devoid of any emotion.My heart stops. "What are you talking about? My father would do no such thing."Damian's lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "You really don't know, do you? The Alpha you admire so much is no saint. He crushed so many lives to build his empire. My family was collateral damage."Before I could respond, mother lunged, throwing a kick towards Damian , her face contorted with rage. "You are lying," she screamed, but Damian's bodyguard restrained her with practiced ease."Save you theractics," Damian sneered. "If you want your precious husband to survive, you'll do exactly as I say."He turned to me and threw a stack of paper onto the bedside table. "This is your only chance, Elara. Read it carefu
Elara's POV Once Clara left, I sat down at the edge of the bed and rubbing my temple and sighing in frustration. I had just remembered that I said I was going to move to Damian's room. This was crazy. I didn't even mean to say that. But the word had left my mouth before I could stop them in a desperate bind to make him believe me earlier. I should have never said that no matter what. Sharing a chamber with Damian again felt like inviting a wolf into my den, one I couldn’t quite keep from growling, or biting. And that kiss… the memory of it alone made my stomach twisted with discomfort. And now? I'd be sleeping in his bed tonight. And I don't need any soothsayer to tell me what was to come next. It was crystal clear that he'd try to sleep with me. He’d use it as a test, a way to claim control and even if it isn't that, I could see I still have an effect on him. And the thought of his hands on me for the whatever reasons, the thoughts of his cock inside me after I had sworn not
Elara’s POV The moment I stepped into my room and the door clicked shut behind me with a soft click, I leaned against it for a long moment, closing my eyes and I had a bit of relief. My chest was still rising and falling from the aftermath of that kiss. I clasped my hands together tightly, trying everything I could to steady my breathing. The disgusting taste of that kiss still lingered on my lips. It was everything warm, aggressive, unforgettable. And it was everything I hated because of the way it had unraveled me in ways it shouldn't. Damn him. For one week I had been preparing for this. And I thought I was fully prepared to take up this role that I had perfectly crafted. This role of being calm, calculated, in control. But it turned out to be harder than I had expected. The moment he pressed his lips on mine, something within me cracked. Something old. Something buried. Something dangerous. Fuck!!! Even my wolf wasn't left out. She had been restless, jumping inside me since
Author's POVElara’s eyes glittered with unshed tears. “No. I still feel betrayed. But I’m choosing peace. Choosing to put everything behind me and move on.” “Bullshit,” Damian snapped. “You don’t forgive that easily. I know you, Elara.”Her lips curved into a slow, mysterious smile. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”There it was. The glint in her eyes. The spark behind the calm. She was playing a deeper game, and they both knew it. The only problem was—he didn’t know the rules yet. He can never know. His own tenure have run out and this was her own time to be in charge. Her games, her rules. Damian exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. He had no choice not to believe her for now. He knew pushing further was useless. "I don’t know what game you’re playing, but if you hurt yourself or get caught in something dangerous—”“I’m not here to hurt myself, Damian,” she interrupted coolly. “I’m here to stand by your side. To support your reign. Isn’t that what a L
Author’s POVThe grand hall which was filled moments ago with shock, suspicion, and false smiles eventually emptied. But the echo of the elders’ reluctant chants of “Long live, Alpha Damian”, still lingered in the air, thick like a aftertaste of a sour poison.Damian didn’t speak. Although he could barely hold himself from snapping but at the end of the day he waited until the heavy doors slammed shut after he gave the guards a quiet order to exit the room, leaving only two people in the room.Him. And her.Elara sat back on her throne, her legs crossed in such a graceful manner that made her give a type of aura that was impossible to ignore. Damian noticed it but he quickly shoved it away.Who would care about some aura in such a situation? He was literally burning with rage inside. She noticed him as he tried to force himself to look away from her and a faint, taunting smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.Interesting. It was good to know that she still had some kind of effects
Author's POVA week later.Although everything had died down temporarily, the elders still had their suspicions. They were equally keeping an eye on Kael, their eyes like that of an eagle watching, waiting for him to flop. And also on Damian trying to figure out the real reason why he let Kael go.For one whole week, Elara was nowhere to be found. She hadn't been seen in the palace. Everyone had expected that she was still probably angry at the Alpha for everything and coupled with the fact that justice wasn't exactly served.Today, Alpha Damian sat at the grand hall with Elders Seraphina, Selena, and a few other trusted members of the high circle. They were discussing about the pack matters and how to restore peace.Kael stood by silently near the back, arms crossed with a guarded expression on his face. From the look on the Elders face anytime his eyes met with them, he knew he wasn't exactly wanted here but he equally doesn't care.A sharp knock on the double doors silenced the roo
Author's POVAfter Damian watched Elara storm away like a raging wildfire, the evidence of her fury was still trailing behind her like smoke that can't be put out. Damian turned away slowly and made his way towards his room, his steps heavier than the last and his thoughts a storm.When he got in, he shut the door behind him, resting on it. He exhaled slowly, but the weight of his encounter with Elara didn’t lift from his chest. He felt bad. No. He felt worse.Of course, he had expected her rage. Prepared for the venom in her voice. But it didn’t make the blow hit any less. If anything it felt like he was broken beyond repair.He had agreed with her, and assured her that he would fight for Ethan. But he didn't. And now the guilt was already eating him whole and alive. Haunting his soul.She’s right, his wolf whispered in his head. 'You betrayed her. You betrayed Ethan.''But I had no choice,' he fired back. Not really. It wasn't his choice. He had to do it to save his child and that
Elara's POVI studied her for a long tensed second. And this time I was convinced she wasn't lying. At least, not completely. All I saw was a girl who desperately wanted to survive in the chaotic world.Maybe she'd always been out for herself. Maybe she'd never cared for me at all. But for now, her goals aligned with mine. And that was all that mattered. Though, she can't still be completely trusted."Fine," I said at last, my voice as hard as stone. "You help me bring Kael and Lyra down, and I'll make sure you're protected. You'll have your place when this is over."Clara's smile widened triumphantly. "Smart choice, Luna."Gomez was silent beside me, just staring at me with a look that tells me he is neither supportive nor against it. Maybe somewhere in between."What do you know?" I demanded. "Tell me everything. And it should better be worth it."Clara's eyes glittered. "Lyra and Kael are working together. I have never seen them directly together. But I know Lyra might be betraying
Elara's POVBut just as quickly, everything changed. Another instinct—the ones fueled by grief, rage, and cold determination, whispered that I needed her. I needed what she knew. Information was power. And right now, I have none.At this juncture, she had the upper hand and I needed to bring those hands down and place them in mine with whatever means I have.Behind me, I heard Gomez’s footsteps. He stopped just a few feet away, tension radiating from his body like a heatwave."Elara," he said, voice low and warning. "Think very carefully. You don't owe her anything."I was surprised to hear him say that because I didn't know that he could hear us given that he just got here."I know," I murmured, not taking my eyes off Clara. "Why are you doing this?" I asked her bluntly. "Why betray Kael now?"Her mouth twisted into something bitter. "I am not betraying Kael, your Highness," she said. "I haven't even met him yet. I am betraying Lyra. And I believe you know that there is something bet
Elara's POV"Everything, Luna," she said. "Are you willing to go that far for a common guard?"A common guard? Ethan was no common guard. He was a friend. A family. And I was a bit pissed that she referred to him like that.I didn't want to snap at her and there was no reason to correct her so I just stared at her for a long, long moment, watching as her red painted lips were curling into a disgustingly annoying smirk.Clara. My old assistant. The last person I ever expected to see again, much less involved in something this deep.Clara has always been meek. Quiet as if she never existed but now this.... I wouldn't have believed her, right. But the mischievous look on her face gave her away. She wasn't always as innocent as she looked. Maybe she has never been and I have just been blind to see that.I shoved that aside, concentrating on the issue that really mattered."You," I breathed, my mind scrambling for answers. "How... How do you know everything about Ethan?"Clara tilted her h