LOGINVarlok's POV Gad broke the silence after a brief pause. "Well, I wasn't aware of this, Alpha King. But can I know more about her behavior when she caused the scene?" "It would take forever to recount everything Harla told me about the whole scene, Gad," I muttered. I stood with a worried sigh and noticed the confusion on Gad's face. "But her actions, as reported, go against our pack's values. She even double-crossed Elena and disrupted my command to the deta," I concluded, expecting him to already understand. Gad quickly slid off the huge stone he was sitting on, knelt in front of me, and grabbed my legs. "Alpha King, trust me. It isn't as serious as you may think. As the Gamma of this pack, my children would never be the ones to go against you. Anyone who crosses you also earns my wrath. I'll handle Mila's case. It's just a small family issue," Gad said, rushing his words. He knew that when I was troubled, my thoughts could easily turn into harsh decrees. I didn't blame him,
Elena's POV Back in my locked-up room, Varlok entered, walking slowly toward me. I cringed as usual when he started staring at my chest as though he had lost something there and was about to reach his hand inside. I tried to cover myself tightly, but he quickly pulled my arms apart, exposing my chest in the process. He seemed to be examining the wounds on my arms and neck. But how was I supposed to believe that was all he was looking at? I didn't think he was that kind of man. After studying me for a long moment, he suddenly turned around and walked away. The whole house remained quiet for a while before I heard Varlok moving around again. Not long afterward, he hurried out with his car. I guessed he had received a phone call. Some time later, I noticed Varlok had returned. I overheard him talking to someone, and when the other person spoke, I realized it was a woman's voice. They continued talking as they walked upstairs along the usual route Varlok took to his room. I'm sure
Elena's POV“Hey, girl.” The two betas chorused, raising their heads in unison.I was standing still, looking at what Mila would try to do. I remembered what happened to that rogue in the forest yesterday because he crossed me. Honestly, I didn't want the same for Mila, for I knew she would swiftly learn her place and never cross me again.“First, bring that bottle in your hand. And next, tell us how you want to die,” one of the detas demanded.I was shocked to hear this, my jaw clenching. I rose onto my toes, bracing myself with the hope that it was only bullying.“You would be wise not to lay hands on me unless you seek your own undoing. I am sure you know my father,” Mila argued.One quickly bent to whisper into the other's ear.“Misbehaving toward Elena right now is a great offense to this pack. If you get yourself into trouble this way, even your father will reject you,” one deta retorted.“Let me go peacefully, or show me what you've got up your sleeves. Either way would be inte
Elena's POV We continued our aimless walk until we got far into the edge of the town. The two betas stood closer than before, and one whispered into the other's ear.“We'll be turning back from here,” one muttered. “Stay here and don't try anything foolish, or you'll regret it.”I felt uneasy because I had nowhere to go. Then the two went deeper into the forest for only the goddess knows what. I know the betas of Iron Fang. They were trained to be watchful men, taught through blade and blood. Not fearing the beta of our pack means not knowing our Gamma, my fearless father.I sat on the scattered leaves and sand, staring into empty space like someone waiting for fate to decide their life.“Don't move,” a voice called from behind me. It sounded like someone running. I quickly stood up and turned back.The tall, muscular wolf started smiling from ear to ear.“What do you want from me?” I shouted. My wolf groaned inside me, ready to attack him if he moved closer, but I didn't want to move
Elena POV.We finally landed in the pack house as something jagged, something that never quite settled in my bones. The deltas had still been shoveling me around like I weighed nothing, like I was nothing, until the alpha snapped at them. I didn't expect kindness from him. Not ever. So when he reprimanded them for the rough handling that began all the way from my father’s house, it startled me. Briefly. Foolishly. Because the moment he ordered them to lock me up, confusion surged back, sharp and suffocating.The house looked the same, unchanged, almost mocking in its familiarity. Large, medieval in structure, with polished wooden floors that glittered under careful finishing. It still radiated that ceremonial life: the constant cooking, the unending hum of activity. I had once imagined belonging here. I had once wanted it. Now, I stood inside it knowing I was walking straight into something that would break me.Part of me felt a fragile, shameful relief to be associated with the pack
Elena's POVIt's morning, and I was at my father’s house. Everyone was preparing to go to their respective roles. I was preparing to go to the pack house for my cooking role for the pack. I would be preparing dinner that day, but I needed to arrive in time to set things ready and get other servants’ assistance.Then suddenly, the door bursted open.Even now, I hear it. The violent crack of wood against the wall.Four young, body-fitted men stormed in one after the other. My father rushed out. I knew it was because of the noise caused by the sudden jerk of the door.Seeing the men who had caused the chaos, he rushed toward them, one leg already raised before he even reached the first. I read his face. I saw it clearly. He was furious. As our pack’s gamma, they had crossed their boundaries.“Whap!”Before the men could move further after spotting me and stepping forward, one received a fast, snapping kick from father. It sent him flying, spiraling downward, his head crashing against the
Elena's POV “She went to look for a male… She’s unhappy for me because Golden chose me,” Mila cut in, her face suddenly serious.I immediately thought of reporting what I overheard Mila and her mother, Camela, say. But no way. Camela knows how to make me look like a lunatic. Like I’m hearing thing
Elena's POVKnowing he probably couldn't wait to see me, I put on my best lingerie beneath a silk armless top that pronounced my bursted frontIn excitement, I slipped through the door leading to his room, but what I saw killed all the excitement immediately.My stepsister was fully undressed. Gold
Elena's POV It moved me, and I cut in before I could stop myself.“It is fine, mother. I am confident that Mila and her mother learned their lesson in hard ways on how to treat everyone with empathy.”I detest seeing her in tears. I hate that I can’t figure out an effective way to expose Mila’s pl







