Chapter 4: The Impossible Bond
Elara didn't sleep a wink that night. The strange warning echoed in her mind as she tossed and turned in the lavish guest room they'd given her. Not everyone in this house wants you to survive the night.
The morning sunlight flowing through the curtains brought little comfort. Her new silver eyes blinked back at her from the mirror, still strange and foreign.
The mark on her wrist glowed faintly, a steady reminder that her life had changed forever. A sharp knock on her door made her jump.
"Miss Moon." It was one of the house staff. "Alpha Marcus asks your presence in his study. Immediately."
Elara's stomach curled into knots. What did the Alpha want now? She straightened her borrowed clothes—Luna Evelyn had demanded she wear something "suitable" for staying in the Alpha's mansion—and followed the staff member down the long hallway.
The house was even more impressive in daylight. Paintings of past pack leaders lined the walls, their stern faces watching her pass. Elara felt like an imposter walking these grand rooms.
The servant stopped at a heavy wooden door. "They're waiting inside."
They? Elara took a big breath and knocked.
"Enter," came Alpha Marcus's authoritative voice.
Elara stepped into a large study lined with bookshelves. Alpha Marcus sat behind a massive desk, his powerful frame radiating dominance.
To his right stood Luna Evelyn, her face blank. Ruth, the pack doctor, was there too. And so were the triplets. Kael stood by the window, arms crossed, face stormy. Ronan lounged against a bookshelf, though the tension in his shoulders revealed his casual pose. Darian sat quietly in an armchair, his observant eyes watching her every move.