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Elara's POV Lyra. Her long coat was cinched tightly at the waist, I could see her slight baby bump. Her hair pinned in that perfect fake-girl-next-door style she loved and a bag was in her hand. She walked in like she owned the place. Of course, she would think that. She doesn't know who is in charge yet. I straightened in my chair, my eyes narrowing slightly. “What are you doing here?” I almost asked but stopped myself just in time. Right. I remember she started working here a few days before I stopped. Some head of the Sales and Marketing department. Instead, I leaned back coolly and asked, “Why are you late?” As usual, Lyra offered a dazzling smile, her voice sugary sweet. “I had a lot to handle this morning. You know how it is.” I smiled tightly. “Right. I’m sure.” She had thought that this was like in the past where I'd cover up for her. Where I'd pretend in front of everyone that we were friends. I even went as far as telling the Pack members that she was staying with me
Elara's POV The morning air was brisk as I stepped out of the car. My head raised high as I walked into the building confidently like a woman ready to crush all her enemies. With the discovery of the names on Damian's list last night, I was ready to return the same energy everyone would give me. I had the knowledge that not everyone who smiled at me was my friend and I intend to let them know that but the icy welcome I expected never came. Instead, a low buzz of murmurs swept through the glass building as I walked in. Several heads turned in my direction. Some faces lit up in surprise, genuine, startled smiles at my comeback. Others quickly masked their discomfort, and I didn’t miss the subtle exchanges of nervous glances like their biggest rival was back. Right. It's time they feel the heat. In the past, I have been meek, seeking validation but not anymore. I have known my place. I am a Queen. One that should be respected. They should be the one to cower not the other way round.
Author's POV She went down slowly, surrendering to whatever dark punishment he had planned for her. She closed her eyes as he gripped her hair, guiding her like a tool, like nothing. His other hand was holding the base of his cock. He let out a satisfied breath as he tilted his head back. “We’ll keep meeting here,” he muttered. “No more guest houses. No more comfort. This…” he gestured to the cold concrete, the damp air, the dark corners of the warehouse, “is what you deserve. Fucking you right here like a dog is what suits you because I don't want a dog like you to stain the bed sheets." With that he slammed his cock inside her mouth. Lyra wasn't prepared for the impact so she almost gagged as his thick, hot shaft hit the back of her throat. He laughed menacingly in satisfaction at her struggles. "Yes. Choke on it, slut." _______ The Next Morning Elara woke up before the sunrise. She wanted to resume to the company today and begin her plans immediately. She moved quietly,
Author's POV The warehouse was cold and empty. It was no different from Kael's piercing eyes. He couldn't believe what Lyra had told him over the phone. And that made him so disgusted with everyone and everything. Lyra stood cautiously just in front of him, mindful of his gaze and not wanting to piss him off further. Her arms were folded, her nerves trembling beneath her skin. “Elara’s pregnant," she said, her voice quiet, trembling but urgent. Kael didn’t react immediately. He stared at her for a long, cold moment. Not blinking. Not moving. Just... watching. Like a beast assessing its prey, checking whether or not she was fit to be devoured. “Are you sure?" he asked slowly, voice barely above a whisper. Since Lyra had betrayed him and almost wanted to kill him, he knows better than to trust her blindly. She was good for everything but certainly not an alliance. The devil is better than her if anything. “Yes. I saw the prenatal pills in her room.” Lyra’s eyes searched his fa
Elara's POV Different scenarios crossed my mind but one that stood out was that: It was the names of the people working for him. They had helped him with the company's takeover one way or another and he had kept their name as leverage.... maybe in case they chose to betray him then he'd have something to use against them. That bastard.... but seems just like Damian. He might be reckless but equally smart. Smart to always manipulate people and keep them under him. But then my heart twisted. How could all these people betray my father? Father was nothing but kind to his staff. In fact, he was too kind and they had betrayed him with a second thought. If these many people had betrayed my father and are somehow working with Damian, then.... taking back the company won't be easy at all. Then I found a picture. The room swayed. No. No, this couldn’t be— It was an old picture of Damian, Lyra, Kael and an older man, which I know very well to be the Rogue king. I had seen him countless
Elara’s POV At exactly 12 am, I opened my eyes and for a second, I forgot where I was before I realised I was now in the palace, in Damian's room and on his bed to be precise. The scent of sex and sweat still lingered in the air, a reminder of last night's adventure. Turning to my side, Damian was laying next to me, one strong arm thrown over my waist, holding me in place as if he had somehow expected that I'd sneak away. His breathing was heavy and slowed, lost in the blissful illusion that we were back together again. But we aren't. We can never be. Whatever we had already ended a long time ago. I watched the rise and fall of his chest, the faint glow of the moonlight flickering in through the blinds and falling on his bare skin, and I waited. For a second, a really, really dark thought crossed my mind. If only I could strangle him. Everything would be over. I will finally be free. But I quickly shake my head, shunning the voice. No. I shouldn't do that. I shouldn't become the
Elara's POV “You’re staring,” I said, voice like silk, “Alpha. You like what you see? I bet Lyra can't please you the way I do. I bet her pussy isn't as sweet as mine." His jaw tightened with irritation as if I just reminded him of the name he wants to forget. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he growled, taking a step closer, then another, until he was towering over me. I gave a small, knowing smile. Of course, my deliciousness can't be compared to that whore. And the stupid man in front of me had forgotten about her. Forgotten about the woman who was carrying his 'supposed heir'. “Then make me beg," I taunted. "Make me cry, make me moan," my lord." He didn’t need a special invitation. His mouth slammed onto mine, raw with hunger. There was no gentleness or love here. No. Only savage, unrestrained lust. He devoured my lips, dipping his tongue into my mouth, drinking me in and tasting my saliva like I was the only thing barely holding him from going insane. I gasped in his mout
Elara's POV "Alright, my Alpha. I'm more than happy to serve you tonight." The words spilled out of my mouth like silk, sweet and submissive exactly what I knew he'd like to hear, what I wanted him to hear. Pathetic. I even offered him my most charming smile, the kind that I knew use to captivate him in the past. The one that used to make his eyes darken with lust. And just like I expected, they did work. And he was also surprised. He hadn't expected me to say such words but I did anyways and I didn't regret it one bit. Because every word I said… every breath I took in his presence now… was a blatant lie. Inside me? I was screaming in anger. But then my wolf as always was silent at the moment—I realised she was torn between us—obviously wouldn't mind sleeping with her mate, but she was still bothered that I didn't want to do it. I turned back toward the room, the fake smile washing off my face the moment my back was to him. The moment I knew he couldn't see me and a deep fr
Damian’s POV “Elara’s belongings,” I said coolly, my hands tucked behind my back as I addressed the two maids standing near her door alongside with me. “Pack them. Move everything that belonged to her into my chambers. She’ll be staying there from tonight onward.” The maids exchanged a quick glance of uncertainty before bowing and entering the room. I leaned against the wall outside, waiting. After she left earlier, I was suddenly interested and aroused more than I could control. I needed to act fast before she changes her mind, and it was to test her too. To make sure she really meant well. And also to keep an eye incase she tries to carry out her initial threat of 'I will drag you down from that throne.' I don't want her fooling me again like she did with Ethan. I hadn't find out what really happened between them but deep down inside it feels like Ethan betrayed me. He was fooling me while working for her. Because it was the only explanation that made sense after I saw her bre