The Elders’ Rebellion

Fenrir

Another day but anger still lingers from a restless night. I ran my hands through my hair, letting out a subtle sigh. My gaze falls below the window, but I don't really see or notice anything. My mind is elsewhere.

The deep frown on my face shows it's not a good place.

Look at me, an Alpha leading a pack of werewolves. I have it all now - money, power, authority. Everything except her - Marsai, and the memories that came before. But I'd rather not dwell on them.

The anger surged through me felt like molten metal. She disobeyed me, attempting to escape my grasp. Her abrupt flee yesterday played on repeat in my mind.

During my coronation, I could feel her intense glare, as if she wanted to pierce through me. The hatred in her eyes and her refusal to howl like the others when the coronation was finalized revealed that she would never accept me as her Alpha or husband. Perhaps that's why she tried to delay the wedding with the 'bad luck' tale.

She despises me, I'm very much aware