128.**Author’s POV**The guards nodded their heads and tied Dexter to a tree. They got their whips ready and took turns to whip him. Dexter groaned in pain as the whips landed on his back, tearing his skin.As they took turns to whip him, Elora stood with her arms folded while the people watched with bemused expression on their faces. She walked to where he was tied and smiled at him.“How do you feel?” She asked obviously and he glared at her. He couldn’t say anything as the whips kept landing on his back, the guards showing no form of mercy.He began to bleed and even with the blood dripping from his body, they didn’t hold back and continued to whip him. When they were sure it had reached a hundred strokes, they stopped and Dexter thought he would be relieved, but Elora hadn’t had enough.“Continue,” she ordered, and Dexter didn’t know when tears dropped from his eyes. The guards continued with their torture while he screamed in pain, saying that he couldn’t bear it anymore. “This
129.**Damon’s POV**After Dexter’s death, the next few days was more like a feast in White Tide Pack. Elora really outdid herself this time, and I remained proud of her despite all that. Tonight was a gala to celebrate our victory and also honor the wolves that lost their lives in the battle.I stood in front of the mirror and glanced at myself. I couldn’t deny the fact that I actually looked good in the black pants, White shirt and Black jacket that I was putting on. With Dexter gone, I knew peace had returned to the pack and I would be able to sleep with both eyes closed. While he was still on rampage, I was so busy investigating how to find him and get rid of him that I couldn’t sleep a wink, coupled with Elora’s deteriorating health and the pack’s affairs, it was really a load to carry, but I’m glad it all worked out in the end.Elora, my beautiful mate, is healthy and bubbling with energy alongside her white wolf, whom the pack’s priestess adored so much. It’s been beautiful, a
130 (FINAL CHAPTER)**Elora’s POV**We walked hand in hand down the stairs, the excitement, and energy of the gala already palpable. As we entered the ballroom, the music stopped and the guests turned to face us, bowing and curtsying in respect. Damon held my hand tighter, making me revel in the sense of power and control we shared as the leaders of the pack.I smiled and curtsied back, my red hair cascading over my shoulders. “Thank you all for coming tonight,” I said, my voice loud and clear. I was so glad that they could come. After everything I’ve been through, I deserved this happiness. My eyes roamed the crowd of people gathered, and a smile graced my lips as I began to address them. “As we all know, tonight is a special occasion. We gather here to celebrate our victory and honor those who have fallen, but more importantly, we come together as a pack, stronger than ever before," I continued, my voice ringing with authority. "We have endured much, but we have persevered, and I c
**Elora's POV** “What the hell!” I yelled furiously as I watched the man I called my fiancé making out with my best friend. “Lucien! Zora!” I yelled, but they didn't answer me. Instead, they continued what they were doing, acting like I wasn't even in the room. My heart shattered to pieces as I watched the two people I thought were my last family betray me in the most painful way possible. “Harder, Lucien! Oh my goodness!” Zora moaned out in pleasure as Lucien continued pounding into her. Anger seared through me at an incredibly fast rate, and I couldn't take it anymore. I instantly threw my bag to a corner of the room and yanked Lucien away from Zora. His dick was still hard, but that only infuriated me the more. I went to stand in front of him, and before he could say anything, I landed two slaps on both his cheeks. “You slapped me?” He thundered, glaring dangerously at me as if trying to intimidate me, but I stood unmoved. “And I will do it again and again if need be. How co
**Elora's POV** Betrayal hurts more than anything, especially if it is from someone you love; someone you thought loved and cared for you. That day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but it turned out to be a miserable one. I was brutally murdered, and my throne was at stake. At that time, everything was pitch black with no way out. Then, I knew what I had to do, and that was to request favor from the moon goddess. She answered me and in that darkest hour, I emerged, not as before but as someone new; someone strong, someone who was ready to eliminate all her enemies. ************* My eyes fluttered open and I exhaled. It was like breaths were gathering in my nose. I gasped and sprung up from the bed. My chest heaved up and down as if I was going to die a second time but after sometime, everything stabilized. “Where am I?” I rubbed my eyes to see clearly, but it was all a bit blurry. Was this the afterlife? Wasn't the afterlife supposed to be clear and peaceful? I tho
**Elora's POV** “No! Hell no!” I exclaimed immediately. Why him? Of all people in the world, why must it be Damon? Why the heck must it be him? His lips formed into a smirk. He must have felt that spark too, and known. “Hello, Mate.” “Don't you dare call me that. Don't you fucking dare!” I yelled and pulled my hair, frustratingly. Things weren't supposed to go down this way. Nothing like this happened two years ago. I haven't been able to sense my mate since I turned 18, and I learned to live with it after I met Lucien, but why should I get a mate after my rebirth? It doesn't make sense! I suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh, now I get it. The moon goddess just wants to test me,” I muttered out loud and looked up. “Moon goddess, I got your test now, so please take it back, okay? It was only a joke, and I get it.” I sounded ridiculous, but I couldn't help it. “Elora,” Damon called. I responded with a glare. This is crazy. Why him? I hated Damon to the core. The man had a thing for
**Elora's POV** “Have you gone insane? What sort of ridiculous demand is that?” Beta Dexter asked. He was practically glaring daggers at me. I scoffed. “I'll forgive you once for this rant, but the next time you talk to I, Elora Whitlock, Luna of this pack again, I won't hesitate to have you killed and thrown to the vultures.” I snapped and he gasped. “Elora, don't forget that I am the one on the throne; the one with the authority. It's disrespectful of you to come here and say gibberish.” Beta Dexter yelled at me. Elder Blake held my hand. “Daughter, what are you up to?” He whispered to me. “It is simple and clear. I am ready to emerge as Luna. Don't worry about the pack. I know everything there is to know because I have been secretly studying books and taking lessons.” I whispered back to him. “Are you sure you can do this?” He asked. “Yes, Elder Blake. You have to trust me on this one. I am no longer that naive little princess that everybody knows.” He smiled and patted my
**Elora's POV**“You can't be serious!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. Was he that shameless to use the “Omega” trick against me?Omega wolves are low ranked, but that doesn't dispute the fact that I am the Alpha's daughter and the throne is mine.The elders shook their heads as they looked at me, and I mentally rolled my eyes. Elder Blake gave me a reassuring look and I exhaled.“Elora, you're an omega; a low rank wolf. It's not right for you to lead us.” One of the elders said.“I am an omega, yes, I am not arguing, but that isn't going to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine!” I snapped.They were about to talk, but I raised my hand. “Hold it, I'm not done yet. When my father was alive, Beta Dexter had suggested they hide the truth about me being an omega. I didn't consent to that and so did my father, but he sweet talked my father into hiding the truth from you all. I should have known he was waiting for the perfect day to bring it to the light, but you know what