Elena’s POV
Viviana positioned herself at the far end of the corridor, her eyes blazing with unmistakable hatred as she stared down. The intensity of her glare made it crystal clear that if she could eliminate from existence, she would do it without hesitation. Sothing told she had already figured out exactly who I was in Marcus’s life, and why their marriage had been nothing but a hollow shell from the very beginning.
My sudden departure from this pack years ago had definitely played a role in that disaster.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing here?" Viviana’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"I ca to see my mother," I replied, keeping my tone steady despite the fire building in my chest.
"Well, this happens to be my goddamn house, so you need to get your ass out of here right now." Her voice escalated to a shriek that echoed through the hallway.
"No," I stated simply, refusing to budge an inch.
"Did you just tell no? I am the Luna of this entire pack. You will obey my commands." The veins in her neck were becoming visible as her rage intensified.
"You can only claim the Luna title after you’ve been properly marked by your mate. Since you’re still unmarked, you can go straight to hell." The words left my mouth with more satisfaction than I expected.
Heavy footsteps on the staircase announced Marcus’s arrival as he appeared behind his seething wife.
"What the fuck is happening up here?" he demanded, his eyes moving between us.
"I refuse to have this worthless bitch contaminating my ho." Viviana’s finger pointed at like a weapon.
"Last I checked, this house belongs to . And I decide who gets to enter it." Marcus’s voice carried an authority that made Viviana’s face flush deeper red.
"Of course. The exact second she walks back into your life, I beco completely invisible to you." Bitterness dripped from every word she spoke.
"Stop lying to yourself, Viviana. You stopped mattering to years ago." Marcus delivered the blow with brutal honesty.
Damien’s warm fingers interlaced with mine as he guided past the couple who were now launching into what appeared to be a full-scale marital war. We descended the staircase together, leaving their voices to fade behind us.
"That’s definitely not our battle to fight," Damien murmured as we reached the bottom floor.
"Absolutely not," I agreed wholeheartedly.
We decided to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the house and ventured into the heart of town. As we strolled through the familiar streets, I couldn’t ignore the nurous sets of eyes that followed our every movent.
Faces from my past materialized around every corner. People I recognized from my darker days in this place. The sa individuals who had treated like I was worth less than dirt beneath their feet. The ones who had made my existence here feel like a never-ending nightmare.
Then soone’s hand landed gently on my shoulder, interrupting my bitter mories.
"Jett," I breathed, spinning around to face him.
"How have you been holding up?" he asked, opening his arms for an embrace.
"I’m doing really well, actually. What about you?" I returned the hug, feeling genuine warmth for the first ti since arriving.
"Can’t complain too much, given the circumstances," he replied. Damien cleared his throat pointedly behind us.
"Oh damn, my bad. Jett, I want you to et my mate, Damien. Damien, this is Jett. Marcus assigned him as my personal protection detail back in the day, but he’s the one who secretly provided with the vehicle I needed to escape this place." The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
"That stays between us," Jett whispered urgently.
"Right, sorry about that," I said sheepishly.
"It’s genuinely a pleasure to et you," Damien said, extending his hand toward Jett.
"The feeling is mutual. Elena, I have to say, you look completely transford. Healthy. Content. Like a different person entirely." Jett’s observation made glance at Damien with a soft smile.
"I really am," I confird.
"So you’ve built a life in another pack. And I’m detecting so Alpha energy radiating from your mate here," Jett noted with interest.
"Damien leads the Obsidian Pack," I explained.
"Which ans you hold the Luna position?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"That’s correct," I nodded.
"I can barely believe it. I’m incredibly happy that things turned out so well for you. But what brought you back to this place?" His expression grew more serious.
"My mother’s condition. She’s deteriorating rapidly. I knew I had to see her one final ti before she passes." The words felt heavy leaving my mouth.
"I’m truly sorry to hear about that," he said with genuine sympathy.
"I appreciate it. She’s been holding on with everything she has left. I honestly believe she was only fighting this hard because of . Now that she can see I’ve created a good life for myself, I think she’s finally ready to let go." My voice caught slightly.
"Absolutely. That makes perfect sense," he agreed. "How long do you plan to stay in town?"
"We honestly haven’t figured that out yet," I admitted.
"That’s understandable. Just make sure to let know so we can spend so quality ti together before you head back ho," he said.
"I’d really love that," I replied sincerely.
"I need to get to my patrol shift now, but I’ll catch up with you both soon." He pulled into another quick hug before walking away.
"So that’s the man who made your escape possible," Damien observed once Jett was out of earshot.
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