Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 46

46 Chapter 46 Don’t test my patience

The grand hall emptied like a receding tide, the allied packs filing out with murmured farewells and sidelong glances heavy with speculation. O

Ronan and Jessy had departed gracefully, he’d clasped Elias’s hand firmly, no grudge in his blue eyes, whispering something I couldn’t hear. But as the doors closed behind the last guest, the silence crashed down leaving only the Kingsley inner circle.

Grandpa’s fury boiled over like a cauldron tipped, his alpha aura exploding outward, making the betas flinch and the chandeliers rattle faintly. He slammed his fist on the altar, the crystal bowl shuddering but not breaking.

“You!” he roared, pointing a gnarled finger at me, his voice gravelly with decades of command. “A mere maid derailing a vital alliance! Business ties with Silverfang shattered, territorial pacts in ruins! Do you know what you’ve done, girl? We’ll be mocked, laughed at by every pack from here to the eastern ridges. Kingsley has respect, centuries of it! And you, with your sneakiness, have jeopardized the pack’s future. All for what? Some romantic nonsense about ‘true love‘? You’re nothing but a meddlesome omega stirring trouble!”

I stood my ground, my eyes flashing with fire despite the fear knotting my gut. The bond thrummed, Elias’s presence nearby a distant pull, but I focused on breathing, bearing the onslaught.

“I only spoke the truth, Elder,” I said steadily, though my voice wavered just enough to betray me. “Lucy deserved a choice. The moon goddess-”

“Silence!” Grandpa bellowed, spittle flying as he advanced, his presence looming over me like a storm front. “Your ‘truth‘ has cost us alliances we needed! Rogues press our borders, rivals eye our lands and now Silverfang withdraws? Because of your interference! Who are you to question pack law? A lowly omega maid, scrubbing floors and serving slop, thinking you know better than elders? Pathetic! You don’t even grasp our traditions, fated bonds are for the strong, not weaklings like you who spout fairy tales!”

Uncle Thorne growled in agreement, cracking his knuckles, his sneer twisting his face. “Look at her. Omega trash, probably doesn’t know the first thing about pack hierarchy. Sneaky, like those Harlan scum years ago crawling in the shadows, thinking they’re clever. You belong on your knees cleaning, not meddling in alpha affairs!”

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The insults landed like blows, mocking my status as an omega and maid, belittling my knowledge of traditions I’d studied in secret through stolen books. I bore it all, clenching my fists at my sides, refusing to let tears fall.

Aunt Mira chimed in, her voice shrill and mocking. “How dare you, girl? You’ve no right, omegas like you are meant to submit, not spout nonsense about ‘choices.‘ You wouldn’t know a true tradition if it bit you. This family’s honored the moon goddess for generations, and you waltz in, ruining it all with your ignorant babble!”

Lucy’s mother, a wiry beta with tear–streaked cheeks, lunged forward suddenly, her hand raised in a vicious arc aimed at my face. “You bitch! My daughter’s gone because of you–ruined our family’s honor! Filthy maid, thinking you’re above your station? Omegas like you should know your place, silent and servile!”

But her hand was caught before it could land on my face. Elias moved in a blur, his alpha strength propelling him between us. His hand shot out, catching her wrist mid–swing, fingers closing like iron bands. She yelped, struggling futilely as he held her at bay, his grip unyielding but not crushing.

“Enough,” he growled low, his voice a lethal rumble that silenced the room. He released her slowly, stepping protectively in front of me, his body a shield between me and the elders. The bond sang at the proximity, his pine–smoke scent wrapping around me, igniting that possessive fire despite everything.

Lucy’s mother staggered back, rubbing her wrist, eyes wide with shock. The room fell silent, a stunned hush blanketing us all. Grandpa’s eyes narrowed, Aunt Mira gasping softly. This was Elias’s first open rebellion against Grandpa, and I felt it ripple through the bond–conviction born from our connection, laced with the turmoil he’d buried.

“I won’t marry Ronan’s sister either,” Elias declared, his voice steady, laced with that unshakeable resolve. The words hung in the air like a challenge. “These old ways- arranging mates for territory and coin? They’re relics. We need modern choices, bonds blessed by the goddess, not dictated by elders. If Lucy fled, it’s because her heart couldn’t bear it. And mine won’t either.”

Gasps rippled–Uncle Thorne’s jaw dropping, Aunt Mira clutching her pearls, Grandpa’s face twisted in disbelief, his alpha aura clashing with Elias’s in a silent battle of wills.

“You dare defy me, boy? After all I’ve taught you? This maid’s poisoned your mind! Look at her–sniveling omega, pretending to wisdom she doesn’t have. She mocks our

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traditions with her ignorance!”

The mockery continued, insults piling on: “Useless maid, you wouldn’t last a day in real pack life!” from Uncle Thorne, “Ignorant whelp, omegas like you are for breeding, not thinking!” from Lucy’s father. I bore it all, swallowing the humiliation, my cheeks burning but my gaze steady. The bond with Elias anchored me, his defense stirring a conflicted warmth in my chest.

Grandpa stepped closer, eyes boring into me over Elias’s shoulder. “Who is she, really? This ‘maid‘ who speaks like she knows pack lore? I sense deeper ties–spill it, Elias!”

Elias dismissed it with a wave, the lie smooth but tasting bitter even to me. “She’s just the caretaker. Nothing more.”

But even as he said it, his defense echoed in my soul, awakening feelings I’d

suppressed: the garden kiss, my tears under moonlight, the way my body yielded to his despite the hate.

“We won’t be laughed at, don’t worry,” Elias continued firmly, turning the tide. “I’ll talk to Ronan myself and apologize, smooth things over. Silverfang values honor; he’ll understand. And I’ll find Lucy, bring her home safely. No alliances lost, no mockery. But these forced matches need to end now.”

Grandpa sputtered, veins bulging in his neck. “You think you can dictate terms? After this humiliation?”

“I do,” Elias said coldly, meeting his gaze. “For the pack’s future not chained to the past.”

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