After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

She spotted Liam across the room.

A faint smirk tugged the corners of her lips. It was almost like he was following her…

Though he was an Alpha of a very important pack, which would explain his presence at all of these big

events.

He caught sight of her and waved.

She was going to wave back when someone sat down across from her at the table. Elaine blinked in surprise. as her view was cut off. And she found herself staring at Volk.

“Alpha Volk,” Elaine said.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure,” he replied smoothly.

“Elaine. Luna of the Wind Wolf Pack.”

He inclined his head. “A pleasure, then, Luna.”

Lucas bid his farewell to the Elder and sat back down, stiffening at the sight of Volk. “Wrong table?”

“No,” Volk replied, smiling. “I must say, I’m quite impressed with how far you’ve brought the Wind Wolf Pack from the days of your father.”

“Quite the compliment,” Lucas replied. “If only I could say the same of yours.”

“Blood Wright has a kind of stability yours lacks,” Volk said as he began to examine the silverware.

“At least we improve over time.”

“I believe both packs have plenty to be proud of,” Elaine interjected. “Blood Wright has stood for generations. Not an easy accomplishment. And Wind Wolf has seen exponential growth in recent years.”

“Quite the peacemaker you’ve brought with you.” Volk tipped his head to Lucas. “I like her.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes at the other Alpha. “Yes, well, I got quite lucky.”

Elaine’s brow shot up. That was surprising.

A speaker stepped up onto the stage, and the table fell into silence. One by one, the Alphas were called up to give a speech. Their final public statement before voting opened tonight.

Alpha Alex had a good position but he looked nervous and sweaty up on stage under the lights. Tripped over his words more than once, his Luna, a quiet woman with a downcast gaze, a silent support at his back.

Alpha Ryder spoke formally and well, though the undercurrents of his plans were clear as day. Increase taxes, increase spending. His Luna, a blonde with a hand at her hip as she scanned the crowd, was less of a supporter and more like arm candy.