Chapter Forty-One

Magnus's POV

I saw her the moment she stepped into the training ground. Elara. She walked beside that weak, unworthy alpha male, holding hands and looking at each other lovingly. That should be me.

I watched him whisper something in her ear, and she smiled before he moved to stand beside the Oracle. Getting past his warriors into the pack was child’s play, Lilith had managed to bewitch his weak-willed warriors, allowing me to sneak in. Today was the day I took back my mate.

I was the first one to meet Elara. Not that weak pup.

My mom and I, goddess rest her soul, were thrown out of Blackwood Pack when I was ten by my father, or rather sperm donor, as I prefer to call him. My mother wasn't his ‘true’ mate. That honor belonged to the woman now in my basement, that weakling’s mother. When he found her, he tossed us like used rags. “You’ll only make things hard for my real heir,” he’d said.

We barely survived for two years, drifting from territory to territory, fighting rogues every dam