The Lady's Quarters felt alien. Grand, opulent, yet cold. I hadn't spent more than a handful of minutes here over the past five years. Damon had always ensured that. Now, forced to occupy it, I felt like an imposter.
"You look troubled, Lady Elara." Elder Lawson's voice rasped, pulling me from my thoughts. He filled the doorway, his presence as unwelcome as ever. Behind him stood Elder Maywood, her eyes narrowed, assessing me like a specimen under a microscope.
"Just adjusting, Elder," I replied, keeping my tone neutral. "It's quite the change."
"Indeed," Lawson said, stepping further into the room, Maywood hot on his heels. "The pack expects a great deal from its Lady, especially now."
“Especially now that I carry the Alpha’s heirs.” I finished for him, a bitter taste in my mouth.
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