The Elite Novel By Kiera Cass Romane & Geschichten

It would be as if Elara had vanished into thin air, along with the rogue. I sat on my bed, running my hands through my hair, the weight of her words crushing me. I didn't want to do this. I couldn't free the man who had nearly killed the Alpha. But...Clara. Could I condemn an innocent girl to a fate worse death because of Lady Marceline's twisted ambitions? Elara was also innocent. All she had done since she arrived was to try to help despite how she was treated badly when she first came. How could someone jealousy ruin them like this and they wouldn't know?

It’s exactly what I need to hear. Ellie joins the chat immediately. Ellie: Should I bring wine or weapons? Ciara: Both? Me: Just bring yourselves before I lose my mind. I meet them at an upscale restaurant that Ellie booked—because of course she did. Being the elusive heiress to Lux Fashion House means she has connections everywhere. We get a private booth in the back, far from any prying eyes. The moment I sit down, Ciara narrows her eyes at me. “Okay. Spill.”

Cassius didn't look like an easy target. Well... it’s Zara Singh here—only one Zara Singh, a perfect woman who's good at seducing any man. Cassius would be a piece of cake, as the past guys too! And I would make sure to kill him mercilessly at the end.

Nathalie handed it to them and replaced it with her wearing a custom that the guards don't recognize. "Does it look okay to me," Catherine asked as if urinating on the shorts of her wear and the length of the heels that she looked like she was going to hit her wear? "Yes, you're beautiful cuz.. you transformed, Haha!" Cloui laughed as she looked at her from head to toe.

Music drifted softly through the ballroom behind them. Somewhere nearby, people laughed too loudly over conversations built entirely on hidden motives. Elena suddenly realized something else. The novel had romanticized this world beautifully. Luxury. Power. Elegance. But standing inside it now felt different. This wasn’t romance. It was survival dressed in diamonds. Cassian stepped slightly beside her. Not enough to touch. Enough to shift the air between them. “You’ve been asking questions about the company,” he said quietly. There it was. Not accusation.

I didn’t respond as I went to bed. I laid in bed for an hour as I thought about Cassian. He defended me earlier. Why? And what exactly happened to Celeste? She just disappeared. Did they fight or did they end things? And shirtless Cassian was a sight I could definitely get used to. He was in nothing but grey joggers and the waistband rested dangerously on his hips. If something had just dragged it down a little lower then- “Elara! Get your mind out of the gutter!”

She slid gracefully into the chair opposite Elena, never breaking eye contact. “So this is the new Mrs. Cross.” Her voice was low and smooth, like velvet over a blade. “I’ve heard so much.” Elena forced a smile. “All lies, I hope.” Cassandra laughed softly, but her eyes gleamed. “Oh, I do love a spirited one.” The servants began pouring wine, and dinner commenced, though Elena barely tasted the food. Cassandra dominated the conversation, her stories laced with pointed remarks. She spoke of Damian’s empire, of boardrooms and hostile takeovers, dropping names Elena barely recognized but sensing their weight.

He asked “Shame you say? Have you no heart? You call yourself my mate, and yet you say there silent and watch me talk and protect myself among them all” “I thought you’d love to fight your own battle” He said watching her “I see, if you have nothing more to say, excuse me” She went past him careful not to touch him. Ellie was seated when Ezra joined them, people gave them curious looks but Ellie ignored them all. “All I will say on this case, the Elite blood must be pure, so I will do everything in my power to secure them” Ellie told them all “If you still have problem with this, you will have to answer to me” She forced out, her breathing coming fast. A scream was hovering around her head b

Alpha Cassius, leader of the Thunderclaw Pack… and my mate. Once I severed ties completely, would those who once respected me still take me seriously? The answer was obvious. Before leaving for good, I needed to polish my image. One last time. Make it shine. That evening, I dialed. Elara Whitmore. A woman who moves effortlessly among the Alpha elite. If anyone knows the secrets of the inner circle, it's her. The call connected, her lazy, teasing laughter spilling through the line. "Darling, calling about another Alpha? Won't Cassius get jealous?"

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was Elara’s body pressed against mine. The next morning at breakfast, the tension was thicker than ever. Lydia was still playing the perfect wife, chatting about the success of the gala. Elara sat between Damien and me, looking composed but with fire in her eyes. Under the table, her hand brushed my thigh possessively. That evening, as the sun set, my phone buzzed with another message from Isabella. “Tonight. 9 PM. Same hotel, don’t make me wait.” I stared at the screen for a long moment, then booked the meeting, I had no choice.