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THE GRAVE OF GREY AND GOLD

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Sinopse

First-Person POV

Werewolf

Luna

Divorce

Betrayal

Revenge

Elara longs to be close to her family. She does all it takes to keep it together. Despite her efforts, nothing worked. When she is diagnosed with a terminal illness, she tries a special werewolf treatment and suddenly can hear the werewolves' mind-link. This new ability reveals a painful truth: her husband and son have always favored Ivy, the Beta's daughter. The pack adores Ivy, while Elara is seen as only human. At first, Elara wanted to tell her family about her illness, hoping to spend her final days with them and find comfort. But after learning about her husband and son's betrayal, she is left heartbroken and filled with grief. She changes her mind and decides to pursue a divorce instead. She also goes ahead to plot her own death. Does her plan work out successfully?

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Capítulo 1

THE GLASS CEILING

CHAPTER 1

                                           Cracks within the foundation

POV: Elara

"Gosh, today better go fine," I sighed out in desperation.

Walking into the great hall took so much pacing on my part. I could feel the eyes of all the pack members on me.

And as usual, I ignored it.

They could keep their pitiful stares to themselves.

I drove out a chair in the corner and placed my phone next to me. Just as I expected, I heard her voice from behind me. Ivy.

I dreaded her. She was the Beta’s daughter.

"You look pale, Elara," said her sleek voice from behind me.

"Just a bit tired, Ivy. I had a long day of preparations," I said, forcing a polite smile.

The pack liked her more, at least that I was sure.

Roman, my husband, was already mingling with the guests, Arlo by his side. From where I was seated, they seemed quite entertained.

A smile forced its way on my cheeks while I stared at him. His broad shoulders exuded authority, a picture of the real Alpha. Our seven-year-old son, Arlo, who was right by his side, was already mimicking his father’s stoic expression.

How I cherished these two!!

Then, the atmosphere shifted.

A sharp sound echoed through my skull; in an instant, a second layer of sound, intimate yet distinct, crashed into my mind. My vision blurred, and a torrent of voices, nonverbal, slammed into my consciousness.

...isn’t she supposed to be entertaining us? Why is she still seated??

...The Alpha deserves Ivy, not a human who wilts in the sun...

A gasp escaped from my lips.

The "mind-link." This was meant for wolves; humans weren’t supposed to hear it.  It was the serum. The pack doctor had sneaked it in for me. It had bridged that gap. I stole a glance at Roman. His lips remained still, but his voice rang loudly in my head.

[Roman’s Voice]: Doesn’t she get tired of seeking attention??...If Ivy had organised this, everything would be more lively…….

I turned to look at Roman. His lips didn’t move, but I was sure I heard his voice in my head.

I locked my gaze on Arlo, trying to steady myself.

[Arlo’s Voice]: I wish Auntie Ivy could take me for a run tomorrow instead of Mom. She seems to understand me better. …..

…….. Why did she have to be my mom?...

My heart sank.

As I stood up to leave, I bumped into one of the waiters I had hired for the day.

 The tray of drinks slipped from his grasp, dropping on the floor.

The whole room froze in silence.

 Red wine splattered across my dress, making it look disturbingly like blood.

"Elara! For God's sake, can you go one night without making a scene?" Roman said, his voice a bit hushed.

A feeling of embarrassment rushed in.

Why was he even angry? He had no right. With the little strength I had, I looked him straight in the eye.

"The wine was corked anyway, Roman”, my voice sliced through the silence like a scalpel. "Much like this evening."

"Watch your tongue, woman!" he snapped

But I turned and walked away, leaving the room behind with grumbles and murmurs. The mind-link remained open. I heard Roman’s final thought cut through the chaos:

[Roman’s voice]: What was that? That spark... she’s never looked at me like that……  But she’s breaking. I need someone who can withstand the pressure... ……Should I consider a divorce?

Haven’t I heard enough already? I leaned against the cold stone wall of the hallway as a tear dropped down my cheek.

He wanted a divorce? Fine.

 He didn’t even know how close he was to getting his wish, or how deeply sorry he would feel for himself.

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18 Capítulos
THE GLASS CEILING
CHAPTER 1 Cracks within the foundationPOV: Elara"Gosh, today better go fine," I sighed out in desperation.Walking into the great hall took so much pacing on my part. I could feel the eyes of all the pack members on me.And as usual, I ignored it.They could keep their pitiful stares to themselves.I drove out a chair in the corner and placed my phone next to me. Just as I expected, I heard her voice from behind me. Ivy.I dreaded her. She was the Beta’s daughter."You look pale, Elara," said her sleek voice from behind me."Just a bit tired, Ivy. I had a long day of preparations," I said, forcing a polite smile.The pack liked her more, at least that I was sure.Roman, my husband, was already mingling with the guests, Arlo by his side. From where I was seated, they seemed quite entertained.A smile forced its way on my cheeks while I stared at him. His broad shoulders exuded authority, a picture of the real Alpha. Our seven-year-old son, A
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THE PORCELAIN MASK
CHAPTER 2 When silence becomes a weaponPOV: ElaraI needed an escape; everything was happening so fast. I walked quickly, half-way running through the hallways.Closing the door behind me, I pressed my forehead against the cool wood and tried to slow my breath. But it only came faster and shallower. I felt like I was drowning. My lungs burned. The doctor called it ‘Human Rejection.’ This may sound poetic, but it’s really a death sentence.I could feel my body was tearing itself apart, forcing out organs that couldn’t handle the lunar energy here. I was in the werewolf realm. Roman’s world wasn’t mine to be in. I stumbled toward the vanity as my legs trembled. My vision, too, was flickering at the edges. I needed the suppressant. Derek, the pack doctor, had slipped in for me, too.‘If I don’t take it now, the coughing will start’ ....Roman would smell it immediately, the copper tang of blood.’My hands trembled as I dug through the
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BREAKFAST WITH STRANGERS
CHAPTER 3 A seat at the table but no platePOV: ElaraToday, I woke up a bit late. The morning sun hits the floor-to-ceiling windows in our suite with unforgiving brightness.I had to rush to the breakfast nook before I raised suspicion.Usually, I would be up at 5:00 AM, coordinating with the kitchen staff. I had to ensure Roman’s steak was prepared to his exact preference and Arlo’s favourite crepes were warm. I reached into the back of my closet and pulled out a charcoal-grey tailored suit. It was from my days in the human corporate world. I decided that wearing my four-inch stilettos would steal the look.The click sound of the heels against the marble floor sounded like a “rhythmic” countdown as I approached the dining room. The chattering immediately stopped.Roman turned his face toward me. "You're late," Roman said. "My coffee is cold, Elara."Arlo was there too, poking his fork into a plate of eggs that looked cold.[Roman’s voice]: What i
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THE ARCHITECT'S SECRET
CHAPTER 4 Designing a Life Beyond the PackPOV: ElaraA black SUV sped towards the border.Its tyres were humming against the asphalt. This sound usually meant I was running errands for the pack. But today, the trunk wasn’t filled with imported linens or high-end catering supplies. It was empty, just like the pit in my stomach.I pulled over into the gravel lot of a nondescript glass building situated exactly on the line between the Werewolf and Human territories.It was the headquarters of my Axiom Designs. I had hidden it for a long time. Roman thought it was a ‘little studio’ where I sketched. And did my little projects to pass the time.As I stepped out, my assistant, Marcus, was already waiting at the door. He was human. I preferred having him around because he was very handy. His brilliance and speed were unmatched. Only he in two worlds who knew my real medical results."You look like hell, Elara," Marcus said, his voice dropping as he handed m
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THE ALPHA'S SHADOW
CHAPTER 5 Occupying the Space BetweenPOV: ElaraI spent most of my time looking at structural load bearings for a skyscraper in Dubai. This was the project that would fund my entire ‘disappearance’, or maybe let’s call it ‘death’.The journey back from the border was silent, the same for the rhythmic clicking of my turn signal as we pulled over into the Crescent Estate.My heart didn't flutter with the usual relief of coming home. It sank in, especially after seeing a stranger's car parked crookedly near the fountain. It was Ivy’s.I walked through the front doors, my heels clicking like a warning on the marble. I was headed for the kitchen to check on dinner, but on second thought, I headed for the sunroom. I heard the bright, melodic sound of Arlo’s laughter.I froze in the doorway.Ivy was sitting in my armchair, the one by the window where I spent my mornings sketching. Then my eyes caught something quite surprising. my silk scarf, tied around h
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A TANG OF COPPER
CHAPTER 6 The Stains We Can’t Wash AwayPOV: ElaraThe master bathroom was a sanctuary of white Carrara marble and heated floors; a cold, beautiful tomb. I leaned over the sink, my knuckles white as I gripped the edge.The "Voice" in the hallway was a distant rumble now, but my own body was screaming. A wet, rattling cough tore through my chest. I barely made it to the basin before the metallic heat overflowed.A tang of copper filled my senses as I spat out phlegm that was blood-streaked.[Roman’s Voice]: She’s hiding again. Locked in the bathroom like a teenager. Is she crying? If she’s crying because of Ivy, she should just say it. I hate the silence. I hate that I don't know what she’s thinking anymore.I turned the faucet on high, watching the blood swirl down the drain. I rinsed my mouth, scrubbed my lips until they were raw, and applied a fresh layer of rose-tinted gloss. By the time the lock clicked and I stepped back into the bedroom,
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THE HUMAN DIVIDEND
CHAPTER 7 Buying the Throne, They Thought, was FreePOV: ElaraThe Council Room was where the pack held their meetings. They discussed political matters, business, and all that related stuff.It was made of dark oak, heavy tradition, and the suffocating scent of ancient power. I used to sit in the corner, looking like a silent, decorative addition to Roman’s prestige. Just smiling and looking pretty.As I walked into the room, I wasn't carrying a tea tray. I was only carrying a leather-bound folio and a sleek, silver tablet that cost more than the cars most of these Alphas drove.Roman was at the head of the table, flanked by his Beta. Ivy, too, was there leaning over a map of the Silver Creek territories."Elara," Roman’s voice was like a warning, vibrating with the agitation he’d been carrying since our bedroom confrontation."We are discussing private matters. Human 'hobbies' aren't required here."[Roman’s Voice]: Why is she smiling like that? The l
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ARLO'S REBELLION
CHAPTER 8 The Son Who Forgot His Mother’s VoicePOV: ElaraThe triumph from the boardroom felt like a cold, thin sheet of ice. It looked solid, but I was falling through it. I walked toward the family wing, my lungs rattling with every step. I didn't need a boardroom to feel powerful; I needed my son to look at me without that glint of predatory judgment.I found Arlo in the library, surrounded by old pack scrolls. He was trying to read the ancient Runes, his small brow furrowed in frustration."Those are difficult even for the High Priests, Arlo," I said softly, leaning against the doorframe. "I have a book in my office, a human translation of the lunar cycles. It makes the math much easier."Arlo didn't look up. He traced a claw, sharp and new, over the parchment. "Ivy says human books are full of lies. She says humans use math because they don't have instinct. She says you're trying to make me 'slow' like you."The "Voice" hit me before I cou
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THE BORDERLINE
CHAPTER 9 The Ghost in the No-Man ’s-LandPOV: ElaraThe "Divide" wasn’t just a line on a map; it was a physical atmospheric shift. On the pack side, the air was heavy with the static of magic and the musk of the wild. On the human side, it smelled of exhaust, ozone, and possibility.I stood in the "No-Man’s-Land," a stretch of silver-birch forest where neither law fully applied. The moon was a jagged shard above, and my lungs were whistling; a thin, pathetic sound that mocked my expensive silk coat.[Roman’s Voice]: [Distant, echoing through the bond] Where is she? Her scent is fading near the northern ridge. She wouldn't dare cross. She’s too fragile for the woods at night. She’s probably just sulking in the garden.I leaned against a birch tree, the bark cool against my feverish skin. I wasn't sulking. I was waiting.A twig snapped. Not the clumsy snap of a human, but the deliberate, heavy crunch of something that weighed four hundred pounds and
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THE FIRST BREACH
CHAPTER 10 The Scent of a War Already WonPOV: ElaraThe threshold of the Crescent Estate didn't feel like a welcome; it felt like a trap. I walked through the heavy front doors, my silk coat still damp from the mist of the Divide. My lungs were a tight knot of pain, and every indrawn breath felt like swallowing needles.I didn't even make it to the stairs.Roman was there, leaning against the mahogany banister. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and the air around him was shimmering with a heat so intense I could feel it from ten feet away.He didn't say a word. He just inhaled.The silence that followed was deafening. His nostrils flared, his pupils bleeding into the blue of his irises until they were twin pits of midnight.[Roman’s Voice]: Pine. Cold earth. And... him. Silas. The Northern cur. She smells like a rival Alpha. My wife smells like a declaration of war."Where have you been, Elara
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