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2026-04-14 05:03:51CHAPTER 4
Designing a Life Beyond the Pack
POV: Elara
A 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 me a tablet as i entered my office to grab a seat. "The specialist called in from London. The 'Human Rejection' is accelerating and your lungs are also starting to fail."
I took a shaky breath, feeling that familiar burn. "I know. I can feel the 'Voice' getting louder. Its energy keeps draining life out of me. It feels like something pushing me out of this world."
Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text, from Roman. 'Where are you? Arlo is asking why you didn't say goodbye properly. Don't let your mood affect him.'
I stared at the screen, and for a second. “Such audacity!” I sneered”.
So this man thought he would have me around and control me like his pet? , I thought to myself.
I could feel the emotional distance between us drift apart. It's not like was my fault, he had done this to us. He betrayed me.
As I closed my eyes, I caught a stray thought from the estate miles away.
[Arlo's Voice]: I hope she brings back the new VR headset. That’s the only good thing about her going to the border. Ivy says humans are only good for shopping anyway.
I flinched. The 'Voice' didn't just carry words; it carried the sting of his indifference. The arrogance he had learned from his Father.
It ripped me apart, making my illness worse.
"Elara?" Marcus touched my arm.
It's important. "The Alpha of the Northern Pack is online. He heard you’re looking for an ‘asylum' for a project. He sounds... interested. More interested in the architect than the blueprints."
I wiped a stray tear before it could ruin my makeup. I had no space for emotions, not now. I was a woman building a cage for the people who thought I was their pet.
"Put him through," I said, my voice hardening. "It’s time to see what a real Alpha is willing to pay for a woman like me."
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CHAPTER 15 The Empty Seat at the Head of the TableThe silence in the Crescent Estate was no longer peaceful. It was empty. The kind that would haunt you in sleep. It felt like the heart had forgotten its rhythm and stopped beating, leaving the rest of the body to wither.Roman stood in the centre of Elara’s study. Her scent lingered there, that expensive, crisp jasmine, and the faint, metallic scent of the "human" world was beginning to fade. Slowly by slowly.Roman’s Voice: She’s gone and truly gone. I felt the snap. In the middle of the training session, it felt like someone had reached into my chest and severed a silver wire. Silas. If he touched her...... I will burn the North to the ground."Father?", Arlo called out with concern.Roman turned. He was standing in the doorway. He looked small. For the first time since he’d sprouted his claws, the "Future Alpha" looked like a seven-year-old boy. He was holding the silver Zippo lighter, flicking it open an
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CHAPTER 14 The Body Remembers What the Heart ForgetsPOV: ElaraI leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window. Looking in my reflection, I saw a charcoal sketch. With no colour at all to add to its touch, all angles very sharp, and hollow eyes. The "Human Rejection" was no longer a slow leak; it was a flood that was drowning meWe had crossed the Northern Border. And for the first time in eight years, the air pressure changed. The thick, musky weight of the Crescent Pack’s territory thinned out, replaced by the sharp, biting cold of the mountain range.My lungs didn't find relief. They found a vacuum.Roman’s Voice: She’s crossing. She’s actually leaving the land. The bond is stretching………… Elara… come. back. You won’t survive the night in those mountains.I reached up and rubbed my temples, trying to massage the sound of him out of my brain. He was miles away, but the "Voice" was like a ghost limb; it hurt."Ma'am? Your oxygen levels are drop
THE GRAVE OF GREY AND GOLD THE ALPHA'S INVITATION
CHAPTER 13 The Guest Who Isn't Coming BackPOV: ElaraIt was midday. The pack usually had its training session around this time. No one even paid attention elsewhere. I had mastered their patterns like an assignment.Someone sent me a letter. It didn’t come through the pack’s mail runner. Or via the gate where a subservient wolf would be bowing. It arrived via a black drone, hovering its way over the terrace.It dropped a heavy, cream-colored envelope right onto the centre of the training mats. The symbol on the wax seal was a silver mountain range. The Northern Pack. Silas’s mark. I was sure no one was watching, but sadly, I was wrong.Roman intercepted it, his fingers nearly shredding the paper as he ripped it open. I watched from the balcony. The suit jacket was draped over my shoulders like armour. My breathing was getting shallow, the "Human Rejection." It made every lungful of air feel like I was inhaling glass.Roman’s Voice: He’s inviting
THE GRAVE OF GREY AND GOLD THE SCENT OF LAVENDER
CHAPTER 12 Incinerating the Human BridgePOV: ElaraThe attic of the east wing was the only place that still smelled like my life, before the fur and the fangs. It was a dusty, quiet corner.Going there reminded me that I was still human, despite everything. From the time I got married, I had lost my spark. I couldn't tell what I had become. But deep down, I knew I’d lost something. Something that was once part of me but slowly faded away, for good.In there, I kept my university degree, my first architectural sketches, and a pressed bundle of lavender from my grandmother’s garden in Florida.This place was my anchor. When the "Voice" got too loud or the "Human Rejection" made my skin feel like it was melting off my bones, I would come here. I would touch the rough paper and remember I wasn't just a "useless" Luna. I once had an identity, before all this. The Crescent Pack, Roman, Arlo. everything.But when I pushed open the heavy oak door, the scent was
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CHAPTER 11 Calculating the Cost of SilencePOV: ElaraI was in my private study.It smelled of expensive vellum and printer ink. I had a spreadsheet to finish.I was too focused to notice when the door was thrown back open, against the wall. Roman stood there.His hair was damp from a morning run, his chest heaving. He looked like a god of the wilderness. Gosh, he looked so tempting.‘Focus, Elara, focus,’ I reminded myself. But he was holding something in his hand, my credit card."Explain this," he growled, tossing the card onto my desk. "I tried to settle the quarterly pack taxes this morning. But every account linked to the Luna’s office has been emptied. Even the trust fund for Arlo’s education." His look really demanded an answer, one worth solving the puzzle in his mind.I didn't look up from my laptop. I just clicked 'Send' on an encrypted file to the Northern Alpha. What I was doing was more important than answering his irrelevant que
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