Call Elia Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don’t care if you’d rather fight than rule. I chose you, and I’m not leaving you. If you’re going to the north, I’m coming with you.” His golden eyes widened. Before he could respond, my phone started ringing loudly. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw Elara’s name flashing on the screen. I answered it, already annoyed. “What do you want, Elara?” Her shrill voice came through the speaker. “Lyra! Elias is on his way to your house right now! He’s going to take you to Selene and officially make you his mate! You better have the decency to reject him yourself. He’s mine, and you’ll never take him from me!”

Elia inquired. Sia shook her head, leaning her head to one side. "Well, it's not like it's anything particularly exciting...just about Riel, the student." Sia's brow furrowed slightly when Elia mentioned Riel. “Who??” Elia looked at Sia strangely, taken aback by her sudden interest. "His name was Riel Alheim. I don't recall anything about him." Elia burst out laughing. She lied, Elia clearly remembered the guy who ignored her demands and ignored her.

Camila rolled her eyes. “i’m on my honeymoon you are not meant to call me” she replied. “why not? We need to know that you are okay” Diego replied. Roman peeked into the screen from beside her and smiled at her brothers. “remove your face from the picture, this call is not meant for you” Matias chided, Roman rolled his eyes and looked away. “so how’s everything? Hope you’re having fun? Where’s Cory?” Camila and Roman exchanged amused looks but before they could reply, Ace smacked Matias’ head.

she whispered, “was smart.” ⸻ Elara ended the live. ⸻ And for the first time— A small, real smile touched her lips. ⸻ ⸻ Across the city— Elena watched the livestream replay. ⸻ Her grip tightened around her phone. ⸻ “What is she doing?” she muttered. ⸻ Because that— Wasn’t panic. ⸻ That wasn’t defense. ⸻ That was strategy. ⸻ And it was working.

Liam immediately bowed and left the study to carry out the Alpha’s instructions. The room webt quiet until Ella stepped into the study, her steps measured but purposeful. “I’ve noticed something about Elina,” she said, her voice soft but serious. “She has a leaf-shaped birthmark at her waistline… and I can’t shake the feeling that she resembles someone I knew long ago.”

To the Eye, Elara was not a woman; she was a graph that had suddenly spiked off the charts. "**[ENTITY ELARA: RECOGNIZED,]**" the Golden Eye spoke, its voice a shimmering harmony of a thousand whispers. "**[YOU HAVE EXCEEDED YOUR NARRATIVE BUDGET. YOU HAVE BREACHED THE WALL. BUT THE UNDERWRITERS ARE GENEROUS. THEY DO NOT WANT AN ENDING. THEY WANT A SPIN-OFF.]**"

“This is killer.” Dave chuckled from the kitchen doorway. “You do look incredible, Eli. But are you sure about going to the rink like this?” “Very sure,” Elias replied, checking the message Elara had just sent, she was already outside waiting. “Bye everyone,” he called, heading for the door. “No breakfast?” Dave asked. “We’ll get food later,” Elias said, shutting the door behind him before they could protest. Elara was leaning dramatically against her car, arms spread like she was posing for a photoshoot. The moment she saw Elias, she froze mid-pose, eyes widening.

Thirty-one seconds before the next one. "Still getting closer." Rhea said it flat. "I can fucking COUNT—" Elira snapped. They waited. Twenty seconds. Thirty. Forty. Fifty. "Is it working?" Kaelin whispered. Sixty. Seventy. Then the belly clenched again, harder than before. "It's not WORKING—" Elira pressed her hands to her face. "Try something else—" Serna kept pressing on the belly. "There IS nothing else—" Elira grabbed her hair. "I've used everything—"