Eliza Hxh Novels & Stories

Eliza asked Lily loudly. “You are nobody of importance. I am the Luna of this pack, and what I say goes.” Lily screamed at Eliza and stamped her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. Despite our not always agreeing, I would never have spoken to Eliza that way. She is, after all, a former Luna and Axel’s mother. Eliza looked mortified, and she excused herself and disappeared. “Where is Alpha Axel?” Xavier yelled angrily. Probably angry at Lily’s treatment of Eliza, he had served her for so many years.

Cain patted her on the back as he broke the hug in the process, “enjoy that, it might be the only one you would get in ten years.” He walked around as he observed the entire cabin. “How’s our little friend, he seems quiet today.” “Huh? Little friend? What friend?” Eliza asked,her fingers tying little knots at the hem of her shirt. “What do you mean what friend? I am talking about the houndra.” “Oh, the houndra we still have that?” Cain paused. Something was not right with Eliza. He knew his daughter and she was a lot of things, one thing that she was not was slow and right now, Eliza was acting extremely slow.”

Henry flashed a perfect smile, his eyes never leaving Elijah's face. "You're welcome." His smile remained plastered on his face as he reached for his drink for a sip. There had been no chocolates. Wasn't it nice to have an Alpha who put thoughts into sending you gifts? But Elijah knew that. Not that he was aware Felix didn’t send any chocolate, he just found out now. Henry's body language was all the signs he needed. He only played along because it seemed he had prepared himself for the worst. He was never going to disappoint his lover.

*** The Harlow Group sent three people. Their lead representative was a woman named Patricia Hale, late fifties, grey-suited, with the particular economy of movement that came from decades of rooms exactly like this one. She shook hands without warmth or coldness, assessed the room in two seconds flat, sat down, and opened a folder. The two people flanking her said nothing and I did not expect them to. They were there to observe and confirm details, not to speak. Patricia Hale was the one who mattered.