All Chapters of Ghost In The Pack: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Draven’s POV By the time we made it back to the penthouse, everyone had settled into the game room. A few were gathered around the pool table while others sat with drinks, talking and laughing as though the chaos of the day had happened somewhere far away. I looked across the room and noticed Alan and Lyra sitting together. Alan had one arm around her, his other hand resting against her stomach. Lyra looked comfortable beside him, leaning into his side while they talked. Maybe they were finally figuring things out. Alan had spent enough time chasing something that was never going to be his. Elena had chosen me, and I wasn’t giving her up. My attention shifted back to Elena. She was sitting on my lap, completely comfortable there. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She glanced at me. “What?” “I like looking at you.” I leaned in and nibbled her ear. A small smile touched her lips. “You’re getting bold.” “I’ve always been bold.” I repeated the move but thi

Draven’s POV The next evening, the club was exactly what I needed. After everything that had happened with the journal, I could have stayed at the penthouse and spent the entire night trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Elena probably would have done the same thing. She had enough questions running through her head without me adding more to them. Instead, Lyra had decided we were going out. Apparently, nobody was allowed to spend another night locked away thinking about mysterious journals and seals. I wasn’t about to argue. The fighting area was downstairs, but tonight wasn’t about that. Lyra wanted to dance, and Elena was more than happy to go along with her. We took over one of the VIP sections upstairs where we could see most of the club without being surrounded by the crowd. Music vibrated through the floor beneath my feet as we settled in. Drinks appeared at the table, conversations started, and for a while, everything felt normal. Elena looked happier tonight.

Draven’s POV By the time we made it back to the penthouse, I could see the exhaustion written across Elena’s face. The night had been a lot, even if she hadn’t complained about it. Between everything that had happened at the club and the old man showing himself twice, I knew her mind was probably running in a hundred different directions. So I didn’t give her another reason to just sit there and think. I wanted her relaxed and comfortable so I ran her a bath. I made sure the water was warm, set everything she needed within reach, and left her to relax. She deserved a little peace after the night she’d had. Once I was sure she was comfortable, I stepped out of the bathroom and pulled the door mostly closed behind me. My laptop was sitting on the desk in my room. I walked over, opened it, and checked my messages. Most of them were exactly what I expected. Business. Pack matters. Things that could wait until morning. Then I saw the council’s message. I clicked on it. My eyes move

Draven’s POV The moment the SUV came to a stop outside the council building, I looked over at Elena. She was sitting beside me, her black gown falling perfectly around her legs, the slit revealing just enough of her thigh whenever she moved. Her black boots were mostly hidden beneath the length of the dress, but I knew they were there. She looked damn good. More importantly, she looked like she belonged beside me. I stepped out first and turned toward her. Holding out my arm, I waited for her to respond. Elena slipped her hand through it. We started toward the entrance together. The doors opened, and the moment we stepped inside, the room changed. Conversations quieted. Heads turned. Then the whispers started. “Who is that?” “Who is she?” “She’s with the Alpha King.” “I’ve never seen her before.” “Is that his mate?” I kept my face neutral as we walked farther into the room. Elena remained quiet beside me, her fingers resting lightly against my arm. She didn’t look nervous,

Draven’s POV The hour since we’d walked through the penthouse doors had passed without any of us truly leaving the council room behind. The silence that followed us home hadn’t been peaceful. It carried the weight of Gregory’s deadline, Boris’s accusations, and the knowledge that every decision I made over the next three days would be watched, questioned, and judged. The meeting was over. The pressure wasn’t. Darren had been the first to break the silence. For the better part of ten minutes, he’d worn a path between the kitchen and the living room, his frustration growing louder with every lap. He wasn’t angry for his own sake. He was angry because he hated watching people come after those he considered family. “I’m telling you, Boris has had it out for you since the day you became Alpha King.” He spit out angrily as he pointed his finger right at me. Byron remained where he was, leaning comfortably against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Unlike Darren,