Claimed By A Father And Son

Let Go Of Me

~Elena~

My scalp was burning.

And not normal burning. Not oh-I-left-my-hair-too-close-to-the-stove burning. I mean the type of burning where you suddenly understand why werewolves sometimes black out and shift at the worst possible moments.

The whole thing came out of nowhere so fast I honestly thought the universe was playing a prank on me.

One minute I was jumping with my girls like I had just won the Werewolf Olympics. I felt cute.

I felt powerful. I felt like the main character in a movie where the girl wins the fight, flips her hair, and the whole world claps. I was ready to bow and blow kisses because I just pinned the strongest Alpha heir in our entire generation.

The next minute?

My life turned into an episode of a messy reality show where someone throws a drink before the intro music even starts.

Because suddenly, out of absolutely nowhere, someone’s palm flew across my face with the confidence of a woman who rehearsed that slap in the mirror before leaving her house.

My head snapped to the side so hard I genuinely saw sparkles. My lip split open and I tasted blood, and while I was still trying to figure out who the hell dared to touch me, a voice shrieked behind me like a demon who just found out her ex moved on.

“What gave you the audacity to pin my man, huh?! You wanted to feel his d**k in you! You stupid ass b***h!”

I froze.

The entire hall froze.

Even the ancestors froze.

I swear the Moon Goddess herself leaned in like she wanted to hear the tea.

Because what in the name of holy werewolf drama did this girl just say out loud? She was bold. She was loud. She was confidently wrong. And worst of all, she said it in front of Elders. In front of half the pack. In front of children. In front of Lucian. In front of my own two ears that were absolutely not prepared for her delusion.

My wolf gasped so loudly inside my head I almost checked to see if everyone heard her.

(Did this error just say our mate is hers?.)

I barely had time to process her stupidity before she grabbed my hair like she was trying to drag me back to 2018. My scalp lit up like someone poured lava directly onto it. She yanked so hard my entire soul tried to exit my body through my eyebrows. My knees buckled and my wolf started screaming like she was being tortured by a ghost.

(Shift now. Shift right now. I do not care if you are naked. I do not care if we get banned from the pack. I want her blood on our tongue.)

Meanwhile I was on the floor shrieking like a dramatic princess whose tiara just got stolen.

“Let go of me!” I yelled while grabbing her wrist, kicking my legs, trying to crawl away, and probably looking like a dying fish.

But she did not let go.

Oh no.

This girl doubled down. She went for the Olympic gold medal of hair-pulling. She yanked me backward so hard I saw my entire childhood flash before my eyes. I saw myself at five years old eating sand. I saw myself at eleven arguing with my mother about why I needed a crop top. I even saw the time I accidentally shifted mid-kiss and bit the boy’s lip off.

And above all that? I saw Lucian.

Standing there.

Watching.

Silent.

Eyes glowing.

Jaw tight.

Looking like a man who was about to choose violence.

But Miss Delusional Dragon Breath was still talking.

“You thought you were cute up there? You are not Luna. You are just a heat-soaked Omega who wanted a taste. He is mine!”

My wolf actually screamed a sound that I think only demons can hear.

(Elena. I swear on the Moon Goddess. If you do not stand up right now and teach this girl the meaning of natural selection, I will take over your body and do it myself. Nobody touches our mate. Nobody calls us a slut. Nobody.)

I tried to get up but she dragged me again like I was a bag of rice she bought with her last paycheck. My scalp was begging for mercy. My neck was stretched so far back I thought I was about to meet my ancestors early. The whole hall was in chaos. Girls were gasping. Guys were whispering.

“You think you are special because you won one stupid fight?” she screamed, shaking me by the hair like she was trying to mix cement. “Please. You are nothing. You hear me? Nothing. He only let you win because you are weak and pathetic and desperate for male attention. That is why you were grinding on him in front of everyone like some street Omega with no shame.”

My wolf howled so loud my eardrums buzzed.

(Oh she wants to die. She wants to die today. Tell her to pick coffin color. Ask her for favorite flowers. I will personally dig the grave.)

But Veronica was not finished.

Oh no.

She was just warming up.

“And everybody saw it,” she continued, now pointing around wildly with her free hand like she was giving a PowerPoint presentation. “Everybody saw you pressing your cheap little Omega body on him like you were begging to get marked right there. Did you think it was cute? Did you think it made you look powerful? Sweetheart, you looked like you were in heat. You probably are. I can smell desperation from across the hall.”

The crowd collectively went “oooohhh,” like this was kindergarten beef and someone had just pulled out the forbidden insult.

My wolf slammed so hard against the inside of my skull my vision flickered black and white.

(Take her. Take her right now. I will help you rip her head off. Imagine how amazing her neck will feel between our jaws.)

“And let me tell you something else, princess,” she spat, leaning so close I could smell the mint gum she probably chewed before planning this embarrassing disaster. “Lucian may have fooled around with you for entertainment, but he comes home to me. He spends his nights with me. He holds me. He touches me. He marks me. He…”

My wolf screamed so loud.

(LIES. ALL OF IT. COMPLETE DELUSION. SHE IS MAKING THINGS UP LIKE A CHILD PLAYING PRETEND. I WILL MAUL HER. LET ME OUT.)

But Veronica wasn’t done humiliating herself in 4K.

“You Omegas think that because you get wet easily and moan at anything with muscles, that makes you Luna material,” she shouted, tightening her fist in my hair until tears stung my eyes. “Newsflash. Only powerful bloodlines get chosen. Not strays. Not girls who spread their legs in the training ring. Definitely not girls whose parents celebrate when an Alpha even looks at them.”

The hall gasped again.

My wolf went silent.

Too silent.

The kind of silent that means she is plotting murder in ten different languages.

Then Veronica laughed.

She actually laughed.

She tossed her head back like a Disney villain.

“Lucian is only being nice because he feels sorry for you,” she bragged. “He told me last night you were cute but embarrassing. That you looked like a puppy trying to fight a lion. That he would never mate someone so beneath him. But sure, enjoy your little fantasy while it lasts.”

My wolf whispered a single sentence.

(Elena. I am going to take over your body. I am going to shift. And I am going to drag her across the floor by her spinal cord.)

I tried to breathe.

I tried to stay calm.

But Veronica leaned down again, her lips almost on my ear, and hissed the one thing that finally snapped every restraint I had left.

“He is mine. He always has been. You should thank me for letting you touch what belongs to me.”

Every bone in my body trembled.

My wolf exploded with a roar that shook my entire soul.

(Elena. Stand. Up. Right. Now.)

Fight!”

Another voice joined.

“Fight!”

And then five more.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

My wolf perked up like a demon awakened by applause.

(They want a show. Give them a show. Start with her neck. End with her pride.)

Veronica looked around like she had not expected backup music for her own funeral. Her grip loosened slightly, just enough for my lungs to start working again. And that was when I felt it.

My eyes.

They lit up.

“you dared to call him yours,” I continued, my wolf pushing through every word I spoke. “You messed with the wrong Omega.”

The crowd exploded.

“Ooooooohhhhhh!”

“Get her, Elena!”

“Rip her wig off!”

My wolf snickered inside my mind, vicious and delighted.

(Time to give them a highlight reel.)

Veronica tried to back away, but I moved faster. I stepped into her space, grabbed the back of her head, and yanked. Not softly. Not accidentally. I pulled like a woman who had been waiting her entire life for divine revenge.

There was a sound.

In my hand?

A whole chunk of her extension.

Her hairpiece.

Her precious, shiny, overpriced pack-girl weave.

Gone.

Snatched.

Veronica’s hand flew to her head in horror. She spun around like she was searching for her pride on the ground.

“You psycho!” she screeched. “You ripped out my hair!”

I held the extension up like a trophy, dangling it in the air while the crowd roared.

“Oh please,” I said.

“You ripped out half my scalp. It’s only fair I do the same”

“You’re gonna get kicked out of this school soon. I swear to the Moon Goddess…”

I was about to respond.

My mouth was already open. My comeback was loaded, petty and perfect, bubbling on my tongue like lava ready to explode.

And then I heard him.

“That’s enough.”