Elara's Second Mate

Chapter 2:A Twist Of Events.

Elara.

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“Elara!” Damon gasped as he finally noticed my presence. He reached over and covered Amara up with the sheets, giving me a look I assumed to be a glare. Amara turned to me, her expression both surprised and pleased.

“Oh! You've made such a mess sis, what's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?” Amara said provokingly, offering me a sly grin.

I barely understood what she meant.

My head was spinning, my fingers and toes were cold, and I was one hair's breadth away from letting my wolf take full control. My blood boiled, but it was icy as hell. I gripped the table beside my dresser to steady myself.

Suddenly, I was embraced by warmth I was used to, but had strangely resented. “Why?” I mumbled, as a familiar sting crept up behind my eyes. Damon stared straight into them, and my breath caught on sight of the lack of emotion in those swirly depths.

He did it….on purpose.

“Don't become all sobby. The answer is simple. I am better than you, and far…far sexier.” Amara said mockingly, swaying her hips as she got out of the bed, still wrapped in the sheets.

“Elara, can we talk about this later?” Damon whispered, his eyes now holding just one emotion, concern.

I gritted my teeth and pulled away from him, my anger teetering on the edge.

“Are you gonna cry?” Amara spat, circling her arms around his torso. Damon didn't budge or flinch. “You've always been a dirty weakling. I still find it strange that you crept up to your position with your tricks. Isn't she Dammy?” She whined, nestling her face into his back.

If only it were in another life.

“Amara….I have done nothing wrong to you. All the days of our relationship I have been nothing but a good older sister and this is how you repay me? Are you that much of a desperate slut-”

Smack.

Right across the face, burning and stinging almost immediately. I raised my eyes up to meet Damon's, blazing with fury.

“You will not speak to her that way.” He said coldly, catching me off guard. At this point, I lost it.

“Damon you …you hit me.” I mumbled, practically gaping.

“And I'll do it again if you don't shut up.” He retorted, and Amara gave a satisfied smile.

I scoffed, kicking the tray of ribs that had broken on the floor. “I will not speak to her that way, yet I am spoken to like a piece of trash? What the hell do you take me for Damon? A servant who obeys your every whim?” Tears had begun their betraying escape down my cheeks, and my breathing turned erratic.

Damon gripped me by the wrists, pinning me to the door. His eyes flashed wolf, and I froze yet again. Then, I chuckled amidst my tears. “You want to hurt me? Go ahead. You can't possibly do worse than you already have.” I spat, leaving no room for remorse.

“If you would just shut up and f*****g listen, I wouldn't have to do this.” He said lowly, and slowly covered my mouth with his palm. I opened my mouth to protest, and a strange herb slid in between my teeth.

The effect was instant. I widened my eyes in surprise and disbelief as the wolfsbane took hold of my limbs, paralyzing every muscle until the darkness fogged my brain. The last thing I heard was the sinister sound of Amara's giggling before I was dragged into unconsciousness.

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“I can't believe she lied to us all this while.”

“I know right? Such a sorry excuse for a Luna.”

“Pitiful bitch.”

I groaned, grabbing my forehead as voices flooded into my ears. My eyes fluttered open, my blurry vision trying to adjust to the light. I recognized the place as the trial hall for wolves who had done wrong, and my blood iced over. Then I realized my hands and feet were tied.

“W-what the hell is going on?” I whispered, now recognizing where I was. “Who brought me here?” My voice grew louder. Wolves surrounded me as I lay on the floor, each casting me mocking glares and disdainful glances. No one offered me an explanation, which only got me more agitated. I glanced at the wall clock at the far end of the wall. Today was Saturday, which meant I was unconscious for two whole days.

Bloody wolfsbane.

The f**k had gone wrong? My memory was hazy for a few seconds until the last thing I remembered flooded into my head.

Right.

Damon was having s*x with my sister.

But why was I the one tied up here and not him and her?

“Silence!!” An authoritative voice boomed across the trial hall, cutting into my reminiscence. Everyone went silently still, their attention instantly focused on the elders seated behind the judge's table.

Two male wolves walked over to me, grabbed my arms and feet, and dropped me painfully on the trial table. I looked around, and gulped down my complain. Every single wolf in my pack was there, and the thought of being humiliated like this had my blood icing over again.

Damon and Amara stood beside the elders, his hand wrapped around her waist protectively. Amara kept her head up, smiling and shooting me a provocative glance every now and then.

“Luna Elara Storm. Can you tell the council why you're here?” Elder Silas, one of the chief judges, spoke up. His long red robe flowed graciously on the marbled floor, and his graying hair neatly slicked back. His facial features didn't betray his age, but no one could tell he was over a 100 years old.

“No, my elder. I have no idea why I was brought before the council.” I said quietly, even as my wolf barked at him.

Amara scoffed. “You really want to deny what you've been hiding?” She growled, only restrained by Damon's firm grip.

“I don't know what

you're talking about, Amara. You're the one who slept with my mate.”