Katherine And Elena Novels & Stories

In no time, the door went open and aunt Katherine just as imagined brought in my lunch. "It gladdens my heart to see that you're doing just okay." She beamed, setting the food basket on the table. I briefly considered it before my mind was back on why Elena was meeting up with Rickard. "Is Rickard in the hallway?" I asked to be certain he was not here. "No, not that I know of, why?" She asked with the warmest smile. "Never mind." I remained silent. "You let Elena in?" She asked with a note of disappointment and resentment in her tone.

Elena "Dad..." I pulled away from his embrace, my gaze darting around, searching for any sign of my dad, Lucy, and Thomas. My thoughts were muddled with concern and confusion. Where were they? I had just seen them. They were all perfectly fine. No! I can't lose them. I can't lose my dad! God! I can't lose any of them. "Elena, calm down," Jake cooed, trying to soothe my frayed nerves.

Elena asked Emma who looked at her with a shocked expression? Elena was confused because she felt sparks for Zane but she loved Aiden with all her heart. She was in turmoil and she doesn't even know how to get out of it. "Do you know you are doomed?" Emma asked Elena who chuckled. "I was doomed since I was born into this Crescent pack where women are destined to be slaves of their mates, and I am no different, I thought Aiden would take me away from all this but I was wrong," Elena said, wiping her last tear.

“No, you don’t. You act like you do.” “Oh, and you know me so well?” I asked. “I do,” she replied with a proud smile, making my heart race. “Leave him be,” Acan interjected with a smile. “If he wanted to bring someone, he would have told us.” “I just think there are so many wonderful women out there, and this festival is special,” Katherine insisted. “Yes, so shouldn’t I bring someone I care for?” I replied. “But you could start caring for someone tonight!” “I’m good, my queen.”

On the other side of the room, Barrett Halloran was currently in the midst of fighting off a perpetual sweat. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Elena—his actual wife—was not only in attendance at one of the more exclusive events of the year but was on the arm of Killian West. “What is she doing here?” Sophia hissed under her breath. Barrett tightened his hold on Sophia, sending her a silent message to watch her tongue while his eyes never left Elena’s form. Moreover, why on earth was she with Killian West? It wasn’t as though she would have had the chance to see Killian, much less speak to him. Someone like Killian would have needed special clearance to even gain access into the Ironbound pack.

They were wrong. My mind flashed back to the clearing of the neutral border camp hours ago. I could still see the blinding, pupil-less fire in Elena's silver eyes as she stood over a defeated Alpha Vance, forcing the global High Council to pledge their secret armies to her unified crown. She had looked like an indomitable Queen, completely healed from the silver gas payloads that should have rotted her core. She had stolen my crown. She had stolen the throne room. And worst of all, she had taken Kaelen.

No one explained. Of course not. Because this wasn’t for us. It was for them. The press, the partners, the enemies — all the invisible eyes that would see the photographs and believe the lie: that Elena Russo had become Elena Moretti willingly. That I was someone he wanted to keep. Dante didn’t look at me as we were guided to the photo room, a side chamber lined in warm wood and artificial gold-leaf trim. The photographer pointed us wordlessly into position — a classic wedding frame: bride in front, groom behind, hand around the waist.

"Let's be different, why didn't you tell me who Mr. M is mediating between you? Admit it to me, K, do you have a past?" "Gosh! Really? You're Rage Mon-" "Langya, don't overdo it, Rita!" "I'm sorry," Rita said and signed peace. "So, what's up? Speak up, Elena. I saw how he looked at you. It's like he's known you for a long time and you're really important. I thought he was just being nice at first. But last night, I proved he wasn't! When Zoren pulled you over, alas! It was very obvious that he wanted to punch Papa Z! But of course, he didn't just hang around the corner and had discipline so he didn't do it. "

And for Elena to be making fun of that, it just showed what an insensitive person she was. Karen, known for her empathy, would never mock someone’s struggles. She always cared deeply about others' feelings, regardless of who they were. Elena, however, was different, she thrived on causing pain and exploiting insecurities. Karen and Liam both glared at Elena, their shock evident. They were taken aback by how Elena had somehow learned about Karen’s inability to conceive. It became clear that Elena had significant connections and was more dangerous than they had anticipated.

"But fine. They can stay. Let them see what their golden child has become." Katherine leads us to the conference room. Elena is already seated at one end of a long table, our parents flanking her like bodyguards. She's still bruised, one arm in a sling, but she's dressed carefully in a soft blue sweater that makes her look vulnerable, and minimal makeup that emphasizes her injuries. Playing the victim. Of course. My mother gasps when she sees me. "Elara, sweetheart…" "Don't." I hold up a hand. "You chose to be here for her. That's your right. But don't pretend you're here for me too."