Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

(Eli)

“Goddamn it, Elianna.”

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Creed rushed to me, inspecting me, as if searching for wounds he would never find. He chose to stay with me but his perpetual scowl made it clear that he was unhappy about it. We made no attempt to placate each other as we stormed out of the basement. He was quietly fuming and so was I.

Did he think I would be so brazen to meddle with his job if I was not a hundred percent sure about Terrence? Did he think I would simply oppose him without thinking about it? I knew he was giving his all to keep me protected. I knew about his efforts, I acknowledged them, but all I asked was his trust.

And in that crucial moment, Creed couldn’t give it to me.

I knew I was too young to be involved with major decisions. They must all be thinking that I lacked the skills to make my own judgments. And it stung.

Outside the basement, three pairs of eyes looked at me like I was a royal pain in the ass. My uncles and Alistair. Uncle Aramides still looked bewildered as he ran his hand through his scalp for what seemed like a hundred times over the past hour.

Mom eyed me with understanding. She knew. Because she had been there too. At least, there was someone here who understood. She might have seen or heard worse things before.

“Elianna-”

“Say a word that would hurt my daughter, Anson, and we are out of here,” mom cautioned.

“You and your never-ending threats!” Uncle Anson responded, barely holding it together. “This is about accountability, Eloise. Elianna is-”

“I suggest you do not finish that sentence, my lord,” Creed cut him off. “I am also frustrated and furious as fuck, but Elianna is my mate. And if your words make her cry, you and I are going to have a very big problem.”

“Are you, a mere outsider, threatening us inside our own domain, Black?” Uncle Jack asked in a calm voice although his eyes were saying the opposite.

And now, they looked ready to tear each other apart like they were the enemies.

Great.

I looked up at the sky, saw the full moon, and found myself praying to the werewolves’ moon goddess for the first time in my life.

‘Goddess, please give me patience. Because if you give me strength…’

I didn’t finish my prayer. I believed she knew what was next. Maybe the reason why I was weak right now was because she knew my personality. If I had powers, who knew what I could do when I lost my temper?

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Creed and Uncle Jack were still challenging each other when Uncle Anson pointed his finger at Uncle Aram.

“You. Why are you awfully quiet tonight? This is all your fault! Just how bad did you raise your so-called son? You did not even notice anything was amiss?”

“I don’t know.” Uncle Aram sounded and looked confused. “We are not like normal father and son. We don’t bond much. That was his scent right there. But-”

“But what?” Alistair taunted and was about to speak more when I saw mom glaring at him.

Right there and then, the dragon general shut his mouth which would have been interesting to watch in another time if only these ancients were not trying to murder each other in front of me.

“Enough!” Mom and I yelled, stopping the men at once. The noises were too much, the words they were throwing against each other were too offensive. “I know you are waiting for an explanation but I can’t give it to you right now.”

Uncle Anson cleared his throat. “Actually, we are also waiting for an apology.”

I shook my head. “I’m not giving you any, Uncle. I am not going to apologize to you all. I am standing by my decision to defend the Alpha King.”

“Are you saying that I was wrong?” Creed asked, his voice still frozen cold.

“I am saying that this is a set-up, Creed,” I answered, hoping for understanding. “Someone is trying to pin it on Terrence. I just know it.”

“Where is your proof then?” Creed, Uncle Anson, and Uncle Jack asked at the same time.

I raised my chin. “Wait for it.”

Despite the false bravado I was showing, my eyes still became misty. There they were again, treating me like I didn’t know a damn thing about their world. Damn these men. The worst part was that despite my anger, I was emotional and very hungry. That’s why I couldn’t be as badass as I wanted to be.

The servant arrived and went to Creed who seemed like despite his temper and glaring showdown with my uncle, still managed to order the servant. He took the tray from her and with a scowl, he walked towards me with a bowl of brownies in his hand.

Sniffling, I grabbed one and finished it in three bites.

“More?” he asked, his voice becoming a little tender.

I nodded, wiping my tears. These pregnancy hormones were killing me and stripping me off my pride. But it was all for the baby, so I took two more. That teleportation spell made me twice as hungry and vulnerable.

“Why did you do that?” Uncle Jack asked, sounding calmer now.

My mouth opened to speak, but then behind him, I saw them. The shadows Terrence talked about. My blood ran cold. God… they were everywhere now. I swallowed hard and pretended not to notice them although my voice wobbled when I said, “I trust him.”

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The men scoffed. “Trust? That’s it?”

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They were not aware of their presence. How could they fight against people they couldn’t see? My throat constricted. In another time, I could have said more. I could have made my reason more plausible rather than sounding like a petulant child in front of them. I hated this but I sucked it in.

The enemies were listening, spying on us, and I hated that I could see their shoulders moving like they were laughing at me, at my helplessness.

I wrapped my arms around me as I spoke, “I-I’m going to take a rest. P-please excuse me.”

I turned my back on them when I heard Alistair speak.

“Trust is a fragile word, your highness.”

“I’m aware.”

I’d been tense the whole walk back to my quarters until I was inside and I could no longer see the laughing shadows and my judgemental uncles. I couldn’t hear the shadows hissing anymore. My knees were about to give out when I sat on the bed, Creed’s familiar mana was making me warm.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” I asked when it was just the two of us.

He didn’t sit beside me. He sat on the couch instead, deliberately putting distance between us. As small as it was, it still hurt.

And then he said, “Terrence is lying to you.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m so dumb I can’t tell who to trust despite my tamer’s blood?”

“Don’t put words into my mouth, Elianna!”

“You don’t trust my decisions, Creed!”

“I don’t trust anything and anyone when it comes to you!”

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