The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Not A Little Bitch

Elara went to get Serena’s formal Drakenfell wear out of Dexmon’s quarters.

She couldn’t borrow, because it was made for her specifically to match the other warriors.

It was similar to a training suit, but with slightly harder shells that were still thin as parchment, but stronger and built for battle. The suit was black, with a Drakenfell sigil. Her cloak was crimson red, matching.

Serena stepped into the suit. It was still not skin tight as it should be but it fit and accentuated her curves.

Elara did her makeup, and pulled her hair back. Thick with waves and pieces framing her face.

"Elara... why is our makeup so dark?"

"We’re in mourning," Elara answered with a serious voice that made Serena laugh despite everything.

"I really want to give the crown back. I will still protect Drakenfell," Serena said. She looked at Elara. "I don’t want it."

"Understood. You have to represent King Tiberon, who has been nothing but hospitable to us."

"Dex picked out this crown. It is the counterpart to his," Serena said.

Elara’s eyes lit up.

A few minutes later they entered the library. Of course Dexmon was there. He stared at Serena confused.

Elara and Serena didn’t acknowledge him and walked past.

Serena spoke in Draken-Vorah to open the vault.

Without wincing, she lifted her palm, and allowed flame to come. The fact it hurt like a bitch didn’t phase her. Her heart was beyond cracked.

Dramatic? Yes.

But it was the truth.

She walked into the vault, like she owned it. Because she did.

The golden crown in the back flashed white. Like it was always made for her. Because it was.

She grabbed it and put it on her head.

To her surprise, her bow and quiver were there. She had left them in Dexmon’s room. But somehow it found its way back to this vault.

She swallowed grateful, and picked them up.

She left the vault and Elara grabbed her arm. The archway closed behind her.

Neither gave Dexmon a single glance, which took effort.

His expression was of shock and confusion.

Elara slipped into Dexmon’s quarters on their way back, and put the crown he gave Serena on his dressing table.

"Feel better?" She asked.

"No," Serena said, eyes red.

"Give it a minute. Petty takes time to settle."

Elara wiped a tear from Serena’s eye. She quietly pulled her through an archway into a sitting room used for tea and entertainment.

"At least you’re not wearing a crown that doesn’t belong to you. That one is glowing white on your head."

Serena gave one nod. "It was never about the crown..."

"Yes, but at least you have a shred of dignity," Elara said. "Boys... they’re all idiots."

Serena laughed for a second and shook her head. "That’s not true. Hale is a good one. Gav is too." She paused. "Most of the time."

"Yes Hale is good. But he also marked me in front of ten people. So there’s that. And we still haven’t been successful in consummating. And we haven’t spoke of it."

"I’m no expert, clearly so maybe don’t take my advice," Serena said, laughing darkly with a tear falling.

"Your advice was good advice. I just need to grow a pair and take it," Elara said firmly.

"No you don’t. He is going slow at his pace. He cares for you," Serena said, sighing.

Elara studied her for a moment. Serena’s composure was hanging by a thread, and Elara could see it fraying.

"You told him about Aurelia," Elara said quietly. It wasn’t a question.

Serena nodded once.

"And never shifting."

Another nod.

Elara’s jaw tightened. She had watched Serena guard those details like they were made of glass.

For years, Serena had deflected every question about her wolf. She’d let healers assume. Let others draw their own conclusions. She never corrected anyone, never explained, never let anyone close enough to know the full truth.

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