Elara's POV:
The air in the pack house was heavy with expectation, a tension that settled in my bones like lead. I could hear the murmurs of my pack members, their laughter echoing in the grand hall below. I stood on the second floor, peering down through the ornate balustrade, dread pooling in my stomach. I wish I hadn't but I had returned to Damon’s side the day after I stumbled upon his infidelity, unwilling to let go of hope for our unborn children.
Damon stood beneath me, surrounded by a small group of our pack. He wore that wicked grin—the one that could dissolve any sense of peace I had left. Despite knowing he was unfaithful, something inside me still craved his approval, his strength. He's my alpha anyway, I carry his mark so I'm naturally drawn to him even when he despises my
