Elara's POV:
Today, yet again is one of those parties held in my pack, hosted by Damon, the only thing I've ever known him to love is parties. So since the moment he became the Alpha of our pack, the pack hall became a party hall as he's always hosting parties after parties.
A wave of nausea had hit me when I walked into the hall and saw him dancing with Seraphina, the woman he was in our matrimonial bed with on the day I confirmed my babies’ gender. I had ran out to relieve my disgusted guts.
The moment I stepped back into the massive foyer of the pack house, I could feel eyes on me—the scrutinizing stares of pack members like knives against my skin, each judgment digging deeper into the raw agony I felt. The scent of homey meals wafted through the air, almost suffocating, and I could
