Chapter 17 Admiring Her Beauty/Save The Girl

• The morning was a ritual of subdued compliance. Elara moved through the Alpha’s private suite like a phantom, her practised motions ensuring she made no sound that could draw his attention. She poured the steaming water for his French press, selected a pressed, black silk shirt, and laid out the bespoke suit…all while Fenris, a massive, brooding shadow, observed her from the edge of the bed. It had been four days since the last strike, four days of relative quiet… a stark contrast to the volatile pack house where her existence was a continuous, anxious plea for mercy. ​The mansion was different—a gilded cage where the door to the garden was often left ajar. ​Finished with her duties, Elara slipped outside. The air, crisp and fresh after the heavy morning downpour, was intoxicating. She inhaled deeply, her gaze sweeping over the intricate topiary and exotic flowers. The heavy, locked gates of the packhouse felt a lifetime away. Here, the security was discreet, banking on the fearful reputation of Alpha Fenris to deter any challenger.
• ​Who would dare, she thought, to attack the mad Alpha? ​A sudden, sharp wave of nausea hit her, forcing her to lean against a marble fountain until it passed. Her mornings had grown increasingly difficult, marked by exhaustion and an unwelcome, familiar churn in her stomach.
• “Working too much,” she murmured, pushing the fear down.