122The next day came quickly, as Damon was seen mobilizing the soldiers as he prepared them for defense. He also went as far as employing huge wolves at every corner of the mansion. He’s ulterior motive was for there to be safety in the pack, and for Elora to feel safe.He had finished attending to the soldiers and walked back to Elora’s room where he met the most grateful sight he has ever been wishing for. Just as he entered, Elora batted an eye lid open and a wry chuckle escaped her lips and that was when Damon rushed towards her holding her carefully. “Are you okay?”“Do you feel pain anywhere?” He asked, as he looked over her, his face clouded with worry. “Do you want any…..” He was saying when she interrupted him, and smiled lightly. “I’m fine Damon, I’m feeling a lot stronger than before,” She said, as a wide smile appeared on her lips Damon wasn’t left out as he was happy that his love was finally awake. “You scared hell out of me,” He groaned, and bent over, placing

124**Author's POV**As they all got ready to go to Drake's hideout, Damon couldn't conceal his expression as he was so worried about Elora. "I think you shouldn't go please," Damon said to Elora but she wasn't going to have it. "I need to, Look here Damon, I'm the Alpha Luna of this pack, which means that everybody in this pack are looking up to me," Elora explained and sighed deeply. "I can't possible relax at the mansion and put the people's lives at risk," Elora explained to him, but Damon was still hellbent on her resting home. "Damon, if I stay back home, I'll not be at peace. I need to be present because there must be something that I can do to help," Elora explained and he nodded. Her mind was made up, and she wasn't going to listen to him, so he decided she have her way. "I'm just worried about you, especially now that he has dark magic and you're recovering from the poison which you took," Damon sighed, but Elora walked up to him and patted him fondly on his shoulders.

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

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

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