130 (FINAL CHAPTER)**Elora’s POV**We walked hand in hand down the stairs, the excitement, and energy of the gala already palpable. As we entered the ballroom, the music stopped and the guests turned to face us, bowing and curtsying in respect. Damon held my hand tighter, making me revel in the sense of power and control we shared as the leaders of the pack.I smiled and curtsied back, my red hair cascading over my shoulders. “Thank you all for coming tonight,” I said, my voice loud and clear. I was so glad that they could come. After everything I’ve been through, I deserved this happiness. My eyes roamed the crowd of people gathered, and a smile graced my lips as I began to address them. “As we all know, tonight is a special occasion. We gather here to celebrate our victory and honor those who have fallen, but more importantly, we come together as a pack, stronger than ever before," I continued, my voice ringing with authority. "We have endured much, but we have persevered, and I c
129.**Damon’s POV**After Dexter’s death, the next few days was more like a feast in White Tide Pack. Elora really outdid herself this time, and I remained proud of her despite all that. Tonight was a gala to celebrate our victory and also honor the wolves that lost their lives in the battle.I stood in front of the mirror and glanced at myself. I couldn’t deny the fact that I actually looked good in the black pants, White shirt and Black jacket that I was putting on. With Dexter gone, I knew peace had returned to the pack and I would be able to sleep with both eyes closed. While he was still on rampage, I was so busy investigating how to find him and get rid of him that I couldn’t sleep a wink, coupled with Elora’s deteriorating health and the pack’s affairs, it was really a load to carry, but I’m glad it all worked out in the end.Elora, my beautiful mate, is healthy and bubbling with energy alongside her white wolf, whom the pack’s priestess adored so much. It’s been beautiful, a
128.**Author’s POV**The guards nodded their heads and tied Dexter to a tree. They got their whips ready and took turns to whip him. Dexter groaned in pain as the whips landed on his back, tearing his skin.As they took turns to whip him, Elora stood with her arms folded while the people watched with bemused expression on their faces. She walked to where he was tied and smiled at him.“How do you feel?” She asked obviously and he glared at her. He couldn’t say anything as the whips kept landing on his back, the guards showing no form of mercy.He began to bleed and even with the blood dripping from his body, they didn’t hold back and continued to whip him. When they were sure it had reached a hundred strokes, they stopped and Dexter thought he would be relieved, but Elora hadn’t had enough.“Continue,” she ordered, and Dexter didn’t know when tears dropped from his eyes. The guards continued with their torture while he screamed in pain, saying that he couldn’t bear it anymore. “This
127.**Author’s POV**The wolf was magnificent as she stood, staring at Dexter with her eyes red in rage. Dexter stood to his feet, still not believing that Elora was a pure white wolf. In the history of Werewolves, according to the stories he had heard from the Alpha and the Luna, the white wolves were seen as replicas of the moon goddess. They were the most powerful wolves alive and once a wolf shifts into them, it gives them unquestionable power both in human form and in wolf form, but they were said to have become extinct since no wolf has wielded the power.He couldn’t believe Elora was one. He knew he stood no chance against her, but he was too proud to back out of the fight now. He felt it would hurt his pride, so he gestured for his wolves to attack her and they did.Damon sprung to his feet to protect her, but before he could lift a finger, the wolves had all fallen dead at her feet. Elora didn’t even have to lift a paw.Zora and Lucien gasped at the sight before them. They
126.**Author’s POV**Elora couldn’t believe what she just heard. All these years she had been trying to find the scumbag that killed her parents and bring him or her to justice but unknowingly, he had been under her nose all these while. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to struggle from the grip of Zora and Lucien, who held her tight with mischievous smiles on their faces.Dexter walked to where she was and held her chin up. “You should have remained the lowly and witty omega you were. If you hadn’t stuck your nose where it didn’t fit, the story would have been different. Now look at your fallen soldiers and your helpless mate. What are you going to do now huh?” He laughed at her.“Why the heck did you kill my parents?” She ignored the other things he had said and threw the only question that had been bothering her at him. One thing she knew was that the Alpha and Luna treated him so well. They trusted him because he was their beta, and did everything in their power to make
125.**Author’s POV**Drake smirked and folded his arms. “You want to end everything today, don’t you? You’re welcome to try,” He chuckled, walking forward. He couldn’t deny that Elora was smart to have brought the war to him instead and met them unprepared, but he was more than ready to dig his claws into her throat and pull her intestines out.He had been preparing for this day for ages, and he wasn’t going to back down now.Elora, on the other hand, was determined to end everything today. She wanted to go back to her people and give them a beacon of hope, so they won’t live in fear of the unknown. She wanted them to be able to trust her as their leader, and with Damon by her side, she knew they were going to win. She would make sure they won even if it meant sacrificing her life to secure the victory.Drake clapped his hand and his soldiers appeared. With the help of his dark magic, he collapsed his hideout and turned the place into a full battleground. If he wanted to decapitate E