All Chapters of elemental lycan: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jax looked pale, his usual easygoing grin completely erased. "Courier just dropped this off. He didn't stay for a tip. He didn't even turn off his engine. He said it was 'Eyes Only' for the Alpha and the Elemental Luna. Priority One."Fennigan’s arm tightened around Leela, his relaxed posture instantly vanishing. He transformed from the doting husband back into the Alpha Prime in the blink of an eye. He reached out, his claws extending slightly, and snatched the envelope from his brother.He ripped the heavy seal open with a savage tear.He pulled out the parchment. As he read, the air around them dropped ten degrees. The growl that started in his chest was so low it vibrated through the floorboards beneath Jax’s feet. It wasn't a sound of annoyance; it was the sound of a predator spotting a threat."What is it?" Leela asked, her hand going instinctively to her stomach to shield it.Fennigan didn't speak. He couldn't. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle feathered in his cheek. He j

The fire in the hearth snapped, a sharp, violent sound in the tense silence of the room. Fennigan was vibrating with suppressed rage, his entire body rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.Leela moved. She crossed the room and scooped up Briar, who was tucked against the side of the armchair, whimpering softly. She shifted Briar to her hip and reached out for Caspian, who was clinging to Elana’s leg.With both twins in her arms—a heavy, grounding weight—Leela stepped directly into Fennigan’s space. She placed her forehead gently against his sternum, right over his thundering heart."Breathe," she commanded softly. "Ground yourself, Fenn. You are scaring the pups."Fennigan shuddered. A long, ragged breath tore out of him. He looked down, finally seeing her—really seeing her. He saw Briar’s teary eyes. He saw Caspian’s hidden face. He saw Leela, holding their world in her arms.His hands unclenched slowly. He brought them up, wrapping them around her and the children, buryi

He clamped a heavy hand on Fennigan’s shoulder, squeezing tight enough to bruise."You've given the orders, Alpha," Damon said. "Now go upstairs. Be a father. Be a husband. Let me be the guard dog for a few hours."Fennigan looked at his father, the tension in his shoulders finally dropping an inch. He nodded, exhausted. "Thanks, Dad."He gently woke Ginny and she met Jax at the bedroom door, where he led her to their room. A protective hand on her back.The bedroom was silent, save for the white noise machine humming in the corner and the synchronized breathing of Caspian and Briar in the center of the big bed.Fennigan locked the bedroom door—something he never did—and then checked the window latch three times. He finally sat on the edge of the mattress, burying his face in his hands.Leela sat up beside him. She didn't touch him yet; she just let her presence radiate that calm, cool energy she had mastered."Proliferation threat," Leela repeated his words from downstairs, her voice

To his left, Jax stopped leaning. He set his half-eaten apple carefully on the porch banister. With slow, deliberate movements that were terrifying in their casualness, he wiped the blade of his hunting knife on the thigh of his jeans. He didn't sheath it. He just held it loosely at his side, the steel glinting in the sun, and took one heavy step forward, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his brother.To his right, the rocking chair stopped moving.Damon stood up. The old Alpha didn't look old anymore; he looked like a titan of war. He racked the slide of the shotgun—CH-CHK—the sound echoing violently off the house like a thunderclap. He didn't hold it across his knees anymore. He raised it, the dark, hollow eye of the barrel leveling directly at Vane’s chest."You said 'force'," Damon said, his voice a gravelly whisper that carried a promise of absolute violence. "I think you'll find we have plenty of that in stock. So, take your first step, Vane. Make my day. It would not hurt me t

Vane didn't back down. The accusation of heresy seemed to snap something fragile behind his eyes. His face twisted into a sneer of pure, unfiltered ugly."You speak of the Divine?" Vane screamed, spittle flying from his lips as he lost all pretense of judicial calm. "Do not preach to me about the Goddess, boy! That 'miracle' you cling to was nothing but a show! A parlor trick thought up by a desperate Elemental to save her own skin!"He jabbed a finger toward the empty house, his voice rising to a hysterical pitch."She manipulated the energy! She faked the blessing! She did it to save herself and any of her future mutts!"The word hung in the air like a gunshot.Fennigan didn't move. He didn't even blink. But the temperature on the porch dropped so fast that frost began to crawl up the railing next to Jax’s hand."Those so-called mutts," Fennigan said, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that vibrated in the chests of every wolf present, "are my pups."He took one heavy step forward,