“I’m not a pushover,” I said to Giovanni, for the third time, rage burning through me like wildfire. “I know you’re not, Elara,” he replied quietly. “And your mate knows that too.” I shook my head. “You don’t know what kind of monster he is. Manipulative....Cold... Dangerous.” "That man is a-" I paused as my vision suddenly blurred. The ground swayed beneath me. I dropped to my knees just as Giovanni did. A shadow loomed. Then, darkness, a black bag over my head, and silence. Elara Rossi, omega she-wolf of the dying Open Creek pack is about to be thrown into a world she never imagined existed. After being rejected by the ruthless Alpha Moretti, things get twisted for Elara when deep ancient truths and prophecies are revealed. Can Elara and Sandro find their way to each other to fulfil these prophecies? Can Elara handle the powers yet to unfold?
Lihat lebih banyakElara's POV
The scream tore through the air before I even saw the blood. One second, Falcone was standing in front of me, calling my name. The next, chaos erupted. People ran. Plates clattered. My grandmother’s hand found mine, and we ran. Again! If you're wondering what it feels like to lose your home, your safety, and nearly your sanity, all on your twenty-first birthday, I can tell you. It’s loud, fast, and it burns. But maybe I should start from the beginning. It was my twenty-first birthday. A small gathering. Just my Grannie Alba and a few pack members I barely knew. She baked a cake, stuck a single candle in it, and smiled like that would be enough to save me. “Happy birthday Elara,” they chorused. I glanced at my Grannie Alba, who wore a tired smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and I blew the candle out. A small round of cheers filled the air from among the men and women that were present. I went around the small group with a forced smile on my face, muttering my appreciation to each of them for coming. It wasn’t sadness, not exactly. More like a quiet ache. I would’ve traded this whole setup for warm muffins and an old movie with Grannie Alba, instead of being here with these people who were more of strangers to me. I could imagine the conversations they had about me on the way here. “Oh poor Elara, her third year without a mate.” they must have said. “I think her mate is dead, there's no way he wouldn't have found her by now.” “Are we sure she even still has a wolf?” “The girl must be devastated, I wouldn't show my face if I were her,” I thought to myself. “Turn that frown upside down child,” I heard Grannie Alba murmur, cutting me off from my thoughts. I loved her so much, I'd do anything for her. She opened her frail arms for a hug and I eagerly stepped in. “Everything will be alright, I just know it,” she said when she released me. There was a glint of confidence in her eyes but before I could question it, she was pulled away by someone asking for some dinner forks. I noticed a group of women in the far corner whispering and pointing in my direction. A frown found its way to my face and while I was making a decision to walk up to them, a voice stopped me. “Happy birthday Elara,” a familiar voice said. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood. I turned, it was Falcone. Falcone Pelna was the youngest brother of the alpha of my pack. At least, what was left of the pack. He had a mate once, but she died less than a year after they were mated. “Thank you Falcone,” I replied with a shy smile. “I hope you have had something to eat or drink?” “I haven't. But that's not why I'm here, I wanted to see you,” he said, his dark eyes boring into my soul. “Oh!” I exclaimed in fake surprise. Falcone has been trying to get in my pants for as long as I could remember. To anybody else, he was a widower who wanted to take pity on a mateless mutt like myself and claim her as his mate. But I knew better. There weren't many single women of age in my pack. In fact, I was the only one in the pack who was over the age of eighteen that hadn't met her mate. Tough luck. Falcone didn’t want a bond. He wanted something easy. And who better than the girl no one else had claimed? “Is something wrong?” I asked him in a soft voice. My eyes met Grannie Alba’s from a distance and I could see expectation in her eyes. Looking back to Falcone, I noticed his eyes were also trained on my grandmother. The realization dawned on me. Was my grandmother trying to set me up to marry Falcone? “Elara Rossi,” he said, his voice louder now, drawing attention. I felt bile rise up to my throat as the sandwich I had earlier, threatened to come back up. I couldn't stand being the center of attention. He opened his mouth to speak but a piercing scream that tore through the gathering cut him off. It took me a moment to realize that people around us had started running in different directions. Ignoring the man behind me, I hurried to my grandmother, grabbing her as we made a run for it. Some months ago, I discovered a house just a stone's throw from ours that used to belong to a witch. At a corner of the house, there was a small funny shaped bookshelf. Anything that's kept in front of that shelf becomes invisible, humans included. Blocking out the screams from people outside, I helped Grannie Alba on to a chair that I had previously positioned in front of the shelf. “Are you okay?” I asked her, referring to her heart. She nodded, waving me off. I made a mental note to take her into town to see the human doctor I knew, Dr Isabella, if we survived this. No, when we survive this. For years, the Open Creek Pack has faced attacks from various packs with attempts to take over our land. Many times, they succeeded as they would kill anyone in their path. Our alpha was a pathetic one who we would be better off without. They would kill members of the pack or drive them away from their homes, then claim the lands. My grandmother sat, rocking slightly in the chair as she looked blankly ahead. The snarls, the sounds of jaw snapping and flesh tearing from outside made me want to pull out my hair. Finally, it stopped. Using the back door from which we came through, we went back outside. The familiar line was drawn on the ground in front of us. It looked dark and wet. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared ahead at our house which was now inside the demarcation. It had been claimed! The fog cleared slightly and my eyes were drawn to a round object that lay ahead of us on the ground, just beside the line. Two dark eyes stared up at me. The scream I had been holding in for so long, tore through my throat. Happy Fucking birthday Elara!!Alessandro's PovAlmost three weeks later, I was at my pack, sorting through hundreds of files at my office. I had shipments coming in, files that needed my signature, businesses that were next in line for expansion. I had just gotten back from a short business trip so I had some work piled up.I should get an assistant but I don't trust anyone with some sensitive details. The only people I did trust were Alessia and Silas, and they both had their hands full with other assignments. A knock sounded sharply at my door. I glanced at my watch, 1:38 pm. Everyone knew not to disturb me between 1 and 2 pm so I ignored it. Moments later, I heard Silas’ voice in my head, fighting through the mind link.“What?” I ask him after granting him access.“I'm sorry but it's urgent. I wouldn't disturb you now if it weren't, especially knowing that you just got back,” he said, skipping all pleasantries. I sigh, closing off the mind link again. “Come in!” I called out, and he stepped into my office.I
Filled with fury, I didn't wait to see his reaction as I ran away from the room. I didn't stop when the men outside raised their guns at me, or when Alpha Moretti held up a hand to stop them. I ran until I had created as much gap between myself and that building that would forever hold bitter memories for me.I found myself in the woods bordering a neighbouring pack where I fell to the grass and cried. I noticed the sky had a full moon but couldn't bring myself to appreciate its beauty. At that moment, I cried for the loss of my parents, for the loss of my pack, for the connection with my wolf. I cried in anger, with hate for Alpha Moretti but a part of me cried for the rejection, for the life I could have had as a Luna. Internally, I screamed, I yelled at the world and at the moon goddess. Externally however, silent sobs shook my body. “This is what my life is,” I muttered bitterly to myself when I had managed to stop crying. As I sat there, preparing myself to return home, I beg
I closed my eyes tightly and raised my hands up in surrender. Lies began to spew out of my mouth. “I swear, I'm not here to steal anything. My dog got lost and I-”“Shut up!” One of the men holding the guns barked. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as I trembled visibly.My bladder felt full and I prayed I wouldn't lose control of myself. On second thought, maybe they'll feel disgusted if I do and then let me go.“What's your name? Who sent you here?” The same voice asked. I stayed quiet, trembling. My eyes were still closed but I could feel the very presence of the guns in my face. “Open your eyes and answer the question before I give you a reason to cry,” he said in a tone that sent chills up my spine.Cracking one eye open before the other, I took in my immediate surroundings. It was dark but with the light that creeped into the building, I could see the four guns pointing right at me. I couldn't really make out the faces of the men holding the guns but clearly, none of them we
A small ceremony was held the next day to honor the wolves who were killed. But Falcone’s head lying there, separated from his body, that image burned into my mind. I knew it would take a long time to forget. Of all the people who died, I'm sure Falcone’s was the most gruesome. His body was found some distance from his head. He had been beheaded mid-shift in an attempt to fight the soldiers. His lower body had turned into his wolf form while his upper body was still human. The event left everyone visibly shaken. We were now down to just about forty pack members and we waited for the Alpha to address us.It had been three days, and still nothing from him. In those three days, my grandmother's health worsened. “Grannie Alba, we have to go see Dr Isabella,” I said over a dinner of oats and stale bread.Now that our home had been taken, we moved into the house that belonged to the witch with nothing more than the clothes on our back. Once that line was drawn, crossing it meant death.
Elara's POV The scream tore through the air before I even saw the blood.One second, Falcone was standing in front of me, calling my name. The next, chaos erupted. People ran. Plates clattered. My grandmother’s hand found mine, and we ran. Again!If you're wondering what it feels like to lose your home, your safety, and nearly your sanity, all on your twenty-first birthday, I can tell you. It’s loud, fast, and it burns.But maybe I should start from the beginning.It was my twenty-first birthday. A small gathering. Just my Grannie Alba and a few pack members I barely knew. She baked a cake, stuck a single candle in it, and smiled like that would be enough to save me.“Happy birthday Elara,” they chorused. I glanced at my Grannie Alba, who wore a tired smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and I blew the candle out. A small round of cheers filled the air from among the men and women that were present. I went around the small group with a forced smile on my face, muttering my
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