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Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Elara pov
That moment when I curse my luck and ask the goddess why things never seem to go my way. When I question why I’m always in difficult situations–especially when the goddess lets one husband reject me, only to throw another mate into my life.
Now I am trapped–torn between two men, two of the strongest Alphas in the world. Oh, may I add that neither of them is willing to let me go. I have to choose whose pack I’d rather stay in go with Lucian and suffer for a crime I didn’t commit, or stay with Damien, my mate whose mind is a mystery. I have no idea what he’s thinking–nobody does–which is why he’s called the Crazy Alpha.
So, it’s either stay with Mr. Hearless or Mr. Crazy.
“Your feet are swollen,” Martha’s voice pulls me out of my daze and back to the present. I glance at her as she finishes changing the bandage on my feet. “You need to be careful and avoid putting any kind of pressure on them for a few days a week at most.”
“Thank you.” I munnur, bowing my head. Martha–the woman I lashed out at with a knife earlier—is, as I’ve just learned. Damien’s older sister and a doctor at the pack’s hospital. Shame floods me as I think about how I must have appeared to her–unhinged, dangerous, and crazy. Embarrassed, 1 struggle to find the words to apologize, my gaze fixed firmly on the ground.
“Erm… I am sorry for earlier,” I finally whisper the words under my breath, my voice barely audible as I try to look elsewhere.
Martha raises her head to look at me, her expression softening as a slight smile spreads across her lips..
“Oh no, it’s okay. Please don’t apologize for anything. I won’t say I fully understand all your pain or what you’ve been through, but I do understand why you reacted that way she says gently, her voice laced with comfort
“But you know, no matter what happens, the most important thing is to be alive. As long as we’re alive, we have the chance to change our destiny. I know I probably don’t have the right to say this, but I thought it might be something you’d want to hear.”
“Thank you,” I say, forcing a smile and holding my breath. Her words were meant to comfort me, but instead, they only stirred a dull ache in my chest. In the span of a month, I’ve lost everything–my home, my family, my sense of self, and my baby. I have nothing and no one. Ver, instead of sadness, all I feel is an overwhelming emptiness
Soll, her kindness eases some of the tension gripping me, and I relax a little, the weight of guilt lifting slightly. She smiles warmly as she stands, removing her gloves and placing them neatly on the desk.
“You should come in for a check–up tomorrow for your leg,” she says. “You’ll need to use crutches. It might be uncomfortable, but I hope you’ll manage for a few days.”
I can. Thank you,” I reply, my voice soft but grateful, as I watch her rummage through a cabinet before handing me a tablet.
“It’s Nurophine. It’s for the pain, and
“Huh, it says right here that you’re a doctor,” a voice interrupts her, smooth and teasing
Startled, I turn toward the open window and spot an infuriatingly attractive man leaning casually against the frame. His legs are crossed, and a file is in his hands as if he has all the time in the world. The wind catches his hair, tousling it just enough to make him look like he’s stepped out of a painting. This time, he’s fully clothed–but the smugness in his expression is unchanged.
And yes, as you must have guessed, I chose Mr. Crazy.
An hour ago
gives you the right to take her
r into y
your pack?” Lucian growls, his gaze flickering with possessiveness.
Damien’s grin widens, an almost playful glint in his eyes. “I don’t know, Lucian. Maybe because she’s my mate?“
Lucian freezes at the word, his jaw clenched, but Damien’s cool demeanor remains unshaken. He isn’t going to back down, and the tension in the
air thickens
“Don’t you dare think you have any claim over her, Damien,” Lucian warns, his voice low and dangerous.
But Damien only shrugs, leaning casually against a nearby tree. The man doesn’t even care that he is naked in front of a dozen people, but then again, nudity in the pack is common so why am I suddenly feeling hot and bothered about seeing him like this? “If you’re done throwing your tantrum, maybe we can talk about this like adults. Let Elara make her choice or we can light, as usual. Your call
“But let me make one thing clear–if you want to fight, then prepare for war in your pack,”
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Chapter 15
Pick a park! I don’t even want to be in any of their packs. Can’t they, for once, ask what I want? My jaw tightens as I catch Damien raising his eyebrows at me, as if expecting my gratitude for this so–called choice. Instead, I glare at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
“Fine, it doesn’t matter if she’s your mate, if she picks me then she’s leaving me,” Lucian growls after a moment of silence before turning to me. His gaze is hesitant, almost hopeful, as if he actually believes 1 might go with him. Does he think Fms that naive? That I’d choose him!
“Elara, 1—”
“No.” My voice cuts him off sharply, leaving no room for argument. I shift my attention to Damien, fixing him with a cold stare. “I choose to stay
