Elena’s POV
"We’ll never know now," I replied, my voice steady despite everything we had just been through.
The journey back didn’t take long before our warriors caught up with us. We all shifted back into our wolf forms and ran together through the familiar territory toward home. The rhythm of paws hitting the forest floor felt different now, charged with the energy of victory and the weight of new responsibility.
The entire pack had gathered, waiting for our return. As we emerged from the treeline and approached the clearing near the packhouse, cheers erupted from the crowd. Every member of our pack had turned out for this moment, their voices carrying across the morning air in celebration.
I shifted back just inside the treeline, staying hidden among the trees alongside Damien. We quickly dressed ourselves before stepping out into the clearing where everyone waited. The sun had already climbed higher into the sky, but it was still early morning. The pack didn’t seem to care about the hour though. Parents had roused their children from bed so they could greet their warrior fathers returning home, and those without warriors in their families had come simply to welcome us all back safely.
The moment Damien and I emerged from the forest into the clearing, the entire atmosphere changed. Every conversation stopped mid-sentence, and hundreds of eyes turned toward us. The shift in energy was palpable, electric.
They had all felt it the instant I killed Marcus. The moment his life ended, the pack bond transferred to me immediately. The power that had once flowed through him now coursed through my veins, marking me as their new Alpha whether I had asked for it or not.
Standing there facing all of them, uncertainty crept up my spine. I wasn’t sure how they felt about this dramatic change in leadership. After all, these were the same people who had grown up hating me, who had made my childhood a living hell, who had watched me be treated as less than nothing for years.
But then something extraordinary happened. The first person dropped to one knee before me. Then a second person knelt. Then a third. Like a wave rolling across the clearing, every single pack member lowered themselves in submission and respect. They were kneeling to me. They were accepting me as their Alpha.
I stood frozen in shock, unable to process what I was seeing. These people who had despised me for so long were now acknowledging my authority, my right to lead them. Almost every single person in the pack showed their acceptance.
Almost every single person.
"This is complete bullshit!" Viviana’s shrill voice cut through the reverent silence as she shoved her way through the kneeling crowd. "I am not kneeling to you. I’m pregnant with Marcus’s baby, and this baby is the rightful heir to this pack."
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, but I felt surprisingly calm as I responded. "Alright then. I’m going to need you out of the packhouse by the end of today. And as for that baby you’re carrying, you’re going to get a test done immediately. They’ll use a long needle to extract amniotic fluid for a DNA test."
Viviana’s face twisted with confusion and anger. "And exactly what are you planning to test it against? Marcus is dead, in case you forgot."
I turned to look at Damien, seeking his silent support. He gave me a simple nod, encouraging me to continue with what needed to be said.
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