CHAPTER THREE: The Edge of Something Modern
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The c***k of the slap hit the walls and sounded just like a gunshot.
Elara's head whipped fast to the side, and her cheek started to hurt. She put her hand on her face.
Aria stood in front of her. Her chest went up and down as she breathed hard. Her eyes looked wild and full of anger. The girl Elara used to call her best friend was not there anymore. Instead, there was someone new. That person seemed tough, cold, and like someone Elara did not know.
“You selfish, miserable traitor!” Aria’s voice shook with rage. “You think he actually wants you? You think you can just walk in and take my place as Luna?”
Elara blinked, the sting in her cheek fading beneath the weight of her shock. “Aria… I don’t understand what’s happening,” she said, her voice unsteady. “I never wanted any of this.”
But Aria only stepped closer, her words striking harder than her hand. “You’re nothing, Elara. You don’t belong with him. You never will.”
Elara took a step back. Her heart was beating fast. Then she saw him.
Kael.
He stood in the doorway. His shoulders were tight and his jaw was set. His face looked calm, but his eyes were dark and steady. They showed her that he had seen everything.
He moved forward, slow but purposeful. “Enough.”
The one word cut through the tension like a knife. Kael moved in between them. His presence filled the room and it felt like a shadow had taken over the light.
Aria stared at him, stunned. “What? You’re… defending her?”
“No one strikes anyone in front of me,” Kael said, his tone low but cold enough to frost glass.
“Especially not her.”
“She’s manipulating you—”
“This is the first time I’ve spoken to her,” Kael interrupted, his voice hard. “She’s done nothing wrong. And you just struck someone you once called your sister.”
Aria tightened her jaw, but Kael did not wait. He already turned to Elara and put out his hand. "Come."
She stopped for a second. Then, she put her hand in his. She felt how steady his hold was as he took her with him.
Kael’s room was bigger than any place Elara had been in before. Tall windows let silver light fall over dark wood floors. A fireplace glowed a little in the corner. But even with the size, there was no extra show, only a feel of quiet strength.
He released her hand gently. “Sit.”
She sat down on the edge of a chair. He went into another room. When he came back, he had a glass of water in his hand. “Here. Drink,” he said.
Her hands shook when she took it. "Thank you," she said in a quiet voice, and sipped little by little.
They sat without saying anything for a long time. The space between them was thin and felt new.
“I’m sorry,” she said after a while. “I didn’t want any of this to happen. I didn’t even know you could get a second-chance mate.”
“You don’t need to say sorry to me,” Kael said. “You have not done anything wrong.”
She shook her head. “Aria is right about one thing. You and I come from two worlds. You are an Alpha. I am—”
“You are not just anything,” he said softly, stopping her.
Her throat felt tight. She did not get to answer before he walked over to a drawer. Then he took out a small velvet box.
"I wasn't planning to give you this yet," he said. "But now feels like the right time."
She picked up the box, using both hands. She opened the lid slowly. Inside, she saw a thin silver chain. A single stone glowed in the light, looking like a star caught in the box.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
“So are you,” Kael replied.
Her breath stopped for a moment when he came close behind her and put the necklace on. The cool feel of the chain touched her neck, while his fingers were warm. They felt steady. She felt calm.
She swallowed hard. “I don’t deserve this.”
His voice was calm but certain. “Women like you need to be told they deserve the world.”
She closed her eyes. “You don’t understand. I’m not fit for this. I wasn’t raised for it. I’ve been a maid for most of my life. The only reason I’m here is because the world keeps taking from me.”
Kael crouched beside her, meeting her gaze. “Then let me give something back.”
Something in his tone, quiet, steady, made her speak. “My father led a small pack. We weren’t strong, but we were happy… until the attack.” She drew in a breath. “He was badly wounded. Before he died, another Alpha Lawrence Casey, came to our aid. He promised to protect me.”
Kael’s eyes narrowed faintly at the name.
“He kept that promise… until he passed away when I was fifteen. His son, Ryder, took over. He made me a servant. Told me that’s all I’d ever be.”
Kael’s jaw tightened.
“And Aria,” Elara continued, “was the only one who made me feel like I mattered. Until tonight.”
He took her hand. “You’ve been carrying more than most could bear. That’s strength.”
She shook her head. “I’m not ready to be a Luna. I’m not a fighter or a strategist—”
“You’ve survived in a place designed to crush you,” Kael said. “That’s more than strength. And you don’t have to be ready now. I’ll be beside you until you are.”
A knock cut the moment short.
Kael rose and opened the door.
Ryder stood there, anger simmering under his skin. “You can’t just take her.”
“She’s not yours,” Kael replied.
“She’s part of my pack.”
“Not anymore.”
Ryder’s posture stiffened. “You’ll regret this.”
Kael’s voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “If you touch her again, there won’t be words next time.”
Aria appeared behind Ryder, her face tense. “We’re trying to protect him,” she said quickly. “He can’t afford to drag around someone like her. She’ll only slow him down.”
Kael’s gaze was sharp. “You don’t decide what strengthens me.”
Aria faltered under his stare, but he didn’t wait for her to answer.
“This is your last warning,” Kael said. “Interfere again, and you’ll regret it.”
He took Elara’s hand and walked her past them both without looking back.
The ride to Thornveil was silent except for the hum of the engine. Stars glimmered coldly overhead.
By the time they arrived, the mansion rose before them, glass gleaming under moonlight, stone pillars wrapped in ivy.
Kael opened her door and offered his hand. “Welcome home.”
She didn’t answer, not because she didn’t believe him, but because she wanted to.
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