Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Elara’s Deep Disgust

A cold glint flashed in her eyes. She tightened her grip subtly under the table.

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They all wore civilized facades, but every one of them knew the truth after six years of coexistence.

To Merrick, toying with Gillian’s feelings would be as easy as breathing.

Her younger sister was the purest, warmest little sun in the world. She did not deserve to be ruined by someone like him.

Elara knew full well how much Gillian had suffered and endured ever since coming to Wasteland City.

Frigid power coiled around Merrick’s legs.

Merrick endured the bitter chill silently. Elara was furious. He didn’t fight back and knew he was at fault

He had selfishly bound Gillian to his side through deception. This cold punishment was well earned.

“Commander Cole,” Elara’s tone was icy and detached. “Three months apart, and you’re still the same as always.” He was so shameless.

Merrick held perfectly still, absorbing every bit of her suppressed hostility without resistance.

Elara’s opinion of him shifted slightly. He at least had backbone, and he truly valued Gillian.

“You left for Capital Planet three months ago and never came back,” Merrick said. “I exhausted every connection I had on Capital Planet to track you down. And do you know what I found?”

He lowered his eyes and tapped the table slowly with one index finger. The people there told me you were never coming back.”

Elara’s expression sharpened instantly. “You contacted him?”

“Of course I did. You are a vital cleric of the 9th Legion. The entire legion worried for your safety. Yet I was left completely in the dark.”

Merrick’s muscles tensed. Veins bulged faintly on his forearms, though he forced himself to stay calm.

Elara cut him off before he could continue. Her icy power spread upward, locking around his waist.

Elara was determined to make his life miserable for good.

“Easy now, Elara.”

Having made her point, Merrick relaxed into a calm smile and shifted his tone to a reasonable compromise.

“That’s why Gillian and I couldn’t welcome you home properly. You can’t blame us for lacking courtesy.”

Gillian noticed his odd strain and released her psionic power subtly.

Beneath the table lay chaos.

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Chapter 142 Elara’s Deep Disgust

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Merrick’s feet were frozen solid to the floor. The creeping frost constricted tightly around his waist, sharp enough to make him stifle a quiet groan.

Gillian set down her fork and glanced up at the ceiling with a casual frown. “It’s suddenly freezing in here. Are you cold, Elara? Did the temperature control drop too low?”

Elara froze for a split second. She instantly recalled Gillian’s pregnancy and how vulnerable she was to the cold. All the frost power beneath the table vanished at once.

Merrick’s tension eased immediately. His wife alone could calm Elara with a single sentence.

“I’m fine,” Elara replied softly. “Finish your meal and rest early. You’ve worked hard today.”

She softened completely the moment she looked at Gillian, her cold features melting into gentle warmth.

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