Someone's going to stir chaos again.
ELIJAHI tap my boot against the gleaming marble floor of the Alpha King’s mansion, suppressing a sigh. Just a couple of hours ago, Cyrus barked orders through the call, saying that the King requested my presence. He didn’t give any details, just “get your butt here” kind of vibe. That fucker. I don’t like to waste my time waiting for anyone. Except Rena and Ezra. Still, he is the King, and I wouldn’t be caught disrespecting that piece of shit, especially when he owns my pack. What does he want this time? Hopefully, it's something important because I got better things to do than twiddling my thumbs in his foyer. Cyrus’s call had left a bitter taste in my mouth. The guy never reaches out with good news. Since Rowan took control of my pack, refusing his ‘proposals’ isn’t exactly an option. So, I am pretty much stuck in this situation. It fucking sucks to take orders like a damn dog. But my hand is tied. Giving up the pack was the only way to keep Rena safe then. I have no regrets re
ELIJAHI huff. “My social and romantic calender isn’t any of the King’s concern, General,” I reply. A cruel smile twists the corner of Cyrus’s lips, the amusement in his eyes devoid of warmth. "Oh, it most certainly is,” he purrs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine despite the heat simmering beneath my veins. "The King needs to know who his precious pet plays with, what secrets he keeps. After all, a disobedient pet needs a firm hand, wouldn't you agree?"His words make my jaw clench. A sense of unease ripples through me. “What are you insinuating?” His gaze sharpens, the amber light from the window turning his eyes into molten gold. He leans forward and his face is half-shrouded in shadow. "We've heard rumors," he says, his voice being low and measured. "of an alliance you've been forging. An alliance with… Verena Valentino. Done without the permission of the king.” He states, emphasizing the last words. My eyes narrow, meeting his gaze with a challenge. “Alliance,” I rep
ELIJAHMy body stiffens, a cold dread pooling in my gut. An attack! No. I push his hand from my shoulder, a growl erupting from my throat that echoes in the room. “Attack? The King thinks he can bully his way into another pack's territory without repercussions? Does he think I'm blind to his pathetic games? A full-blown attack without cause? The High Council would have his head on a silver platter for such a blatant violation!" Cyrus shrugs, the casual movement sending a shiver down my spine. “The High Council?” he repeats, a sardonic smile twisting his lips. "We'll deal with them when the time comes. The King has a way of… persuading people to see things his way. Haven't you noticed?" My eyes go wide in horror. The King has been skirting the laws? And the Council has turned a blind eye? A cold dread settles in my stomach. Fury surges through me. My hand clamps around his collar, yanking him up and slamming him against the wall. Cyrus doesn't even flinch at my outburst, b
ELIJAHCyrus’s lips stretch into a humorless smile, devoid of warmth or amusement. “See it how you want,” he says, his voice dripping with cruel indifference. “But the truth remains—disobey the King’s orders, and the consequences will be swift and brutal. Your precious Verena, your son, the entire Moonlight Pack… collateral damage in a game you can't hope to win. I hope you can live with that burden, Elijah, when the screams of the people you love echo in your ears." His warning hangs heavy in the air. “To be honest, I don’t want this either. But what can I do here? The King is sick but his men have already been given orders. I’m just communicating it to you. So think carefully, Elijah,” his voice softens a little, something flickering in his eyes. “I’m giving you advice as someone who’s worried about you as well as Verena. Obey the King’s orders. Be a good pet. ” "I'm not going to be his puppet any longer," I snarl, my words firm with rebellion. I slam my fist against the desk
ELIJAHJoshua’s eyes turn wide, his jaw dropping slack for a moment. Then, a grin splits his face wide. “Really?” he bonds, his voice filled with disbelief and delight. "You're not pulling my leg here, are you?” he asks. “No, I’m serious, I admit, a touch of desperation creeping into my voice. "I know it's a crazy time to even think about this, but Verena… She's important to me. And right now, she needs me. Her pack, everything she holds dear… it's all in danger." I explain everything Cyrus had said, the weight of his threats pressing down on me. As I explain, Joshua’s frown deepens, his face etching with a mixture of concern and anger. “That tyrannical pig!” Joshua roars, slamming his fist on the desk with a force that makes the papers jump. "Now they're going to dictate who you can love as well?"“I won’t let them control me. That’s why I need your help.” I say and he looks at me. I sigh, “Facing Rowan head-on is a suicide mission. I need the pack's help. I’d need the entire
ELIJAH “Rowan will find other ways to separate us, but once I get married to Rena, we can plan how to break the pact together. For now, this is the best way to prevent Rowan from attacking her.” I say. It isn’t the ideal plan, but it's the only way I can protect them without breaking any contact with her. Though, I’d be the happiest if Rena becomes my wife again and Ezra stays with us. I’ll have my family back with me“That’s a great idea!” Irene squeals. “Oh my Goddess! I can’t wait for you two to get married again.Just propose to her already!” I frown. “I can’t do that on text. It will sound so…” “Unromantic?” Josh asks. “Yeah.” “Then go to her pack right now and propose to her. Don’t waste time,” Irene says and grabs my hand. “Hey! I don’t have a ring yet,” I say as she pushes me towards the door. “Argh! You are such a disappointment. Then we need to go shopping tomorrow and buy a ring for her. No, wait. Let's go right now!” She yells and pushes me out of the office door. “
Verena“Rena, I want to reject our bond and get separated,” Elijah’s voice doesn't hold an ounce of emotion as he sits across from me in the dim living room. I'd been waiting for him to celebrate our third wedding anniversary together. But when he arrived, there was this coldness about him. I figured he was just tired from work, but then he asked me to sit down and dropped a bombshell on me."Why?" I blink in disbelief. He must be joking, right? But the intensity of his gaze chips away at my doubt, replacing it with a growing sense of worry. I know the reason. The one I've feared the most for so long.His mate has returned to the pack.Elijah is the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in Fenrisa, the Iron Claw Pack. I am his wife and his mate. One would think that due to being fated, our relationship would be a good one. But that’s far from the truth.The truth is, I am his second chance mate. Elijah’s first mate had left him just before the mating ceremony. The reason was unknown
Verena It's alright. Things will get better. Elijah will change his mind, afterall he loves me—- My trembling hand freezes halfway as I reach for the plate on the dining table. Tear droplets splatter on the polished darkwood, and the sight of our signatures on the divorce agreement brings me crashing back to reality. We're divorced, and tomorrow he will reject me. Not being able to pretend anymore, I break down into sobs. My fingers curl on the edge of the table while I look at the hardwood floor with tears streaming down my eyes. He really divorced me. My relationship with Elijah hasn’t been a bed of roses. When we married, he was cold and distant. But I started to witness the softer, emotional side of him that he tried to hide from the rest of the world. I made his pain my own, and tried my best to keep him happy. He was gradually warming up to me. But then Nixie returned and he pushed me away like those years of our relationship meant nothing to him. My chest squeezes pai