My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King

Elise Hours later, the party had begun. Elliott and I sat at a round table with elite Alphas from packs across the North Moon. They talked about pack affairs and politics, breaking into loud laughter every few minutes. I took several sips of my wine, feeling so clueless and left out."You're a dangerous man." one of the Alphas said, grinning at Elliott. "Juggling your brother's widow and your mate..."I immediately stiffened."Shhh" another alpha said. "His mate is here."Elliott chuckled under his breath and gave me a quick glance. "Don't worry. She won't hear us. She hasn't gotten her wolf yet" he said. My hands shook as I reached for my wine glass. "Elise is my mate, my obligation." He bagan. "It was my late father's dying wish that I marry her because he believed her lineage was blessed with healing powers..." "But she's wolfless and useless" he continued, voice filled with disdain. "I haven't seen any powers yet but I'll still marry her in the hope that my father was right

Elliott I rubbed my temples, staring at the map spread across my desk while Tyler paced in front of me, back and forth, like he couldn't stand still."Alpha, it's bad," he said. "Rogues hit the eastern border at dawn. Two of our men are dead. Five more are hurt badly."My stomach dropped. "How much time do we have before the rogues come back?""Two days. Maybe less." Tyler stopped pacing and looked at me. "We need money for weapons, and we need at least thirty more gamma wolves out there, or we lose that territory for good."Losing territory wasn't an option. Not with the Lycan King watching how every pack handled itself. If word got out that Frost Moon couldn't hold its own border, I'd look weak. Incompetent."What about the southern watchmen? Can we pull funds from them?""Already asked. They need it for the harvest routes.""Ask the traders, then. They keep the emergency funds."Tyler shook his head. "I've called them twice. They want land as collateral but we can't give up land r

Elise The steady beeping dragged me back to consciousness.My eyelids felt heavy. My body hurt everywhere. The scent of antiseptic filled the air.For several seconds I stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering how I got here.Then memory returned.And I jolted up from the bed. I remembered the painting and how Elliott pushed me down the stairs. My hands flew to my stomach as panic flooded my chest."No..." Came my horrified whisper.The last I remembered, I was bleeding profusely. Had I lost my baby?No! No! Not my baby! This couldn't be happening to me. Just then, the nurse entered. . “Miss Thorne, you’re awake. Please try to stay calm—”I began to shake violently, clutching at my abdomen. “My baby… where’s my baby? I was bleeding so much… is my pup okay?”“Miss Thorne, you need to calm down,” she said gently but firmly, holding my shoulders as I tried to sit up. “You suffered a severe fall. We’ve stabilized you, but you must rest.”Her careful words and the pity in her eyes told