Chapter 6
Elara’s POV
“You’ve been faking it this whole time?”
Thorne’s voice was low but thunderous, each word landing like a slap across Miela’s face.
She shrank back beneath his glare, her lower lip trembling. “H–How could I? You know my condition, Thorne. I’ve had this since childhood. Our pack’s physician confirmed it–remember?”
Thorne didn’t flinch. His gaze was cold, hard. “Then you won’t mind if a doctor checks you now.”
Cael clapped his hands casually from across the room, his smirk lazy but sharp. “Excellent idea. You’re Alpha Thorne’s guest, after all. It would be tragic if something happened to you on our territory.”
He gave a nod toward Eden, who vanished through a side door.
“No, no–really, there’s no need,” Miela blurted, waving her hands. “I’m feeling fine now. Totally fine.”
“Nonsense,” I said with a soft smile. “Better safe than sorry. Especially since we’d hate to be blamed if something happens to you later.
She turned to Thorne, eyes wide with manufactured panic, but he gave her nothing–just a cold nod. “Elara and Alpha Cael are right. W collapse. Let the doctor check you.”
Seconds later, Eden returned with a middle–aged man carrying a medical kit. The doctor gave Miela a professional nod.
“If you’ll just relax, miss,” he said as he unrolled his stethoscope.
Miela tried to object, but the doctor was already checking her vitals–pulse, eyes, breathing. The crowd around us watched in absolute silence, anticipation hanging heavy in the air.
“Well?” Eden asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.
The doctor stood slowly, packed away his instruments, and cleared his throat.
“So… she fainted?”
“Yes,” Thorne replied.
The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Unlikely. This woman is perfectly healthy. No respiratory issues, no cardiac symptoms. If anything…“–he paused, eyeing Miela up and down–“…I’d recommend she start cutting down on sugar and carbs. Maybe join a morning run or two.”
Laughter broke out.
Cael let out a short bark of a laugh, and the entire Blood Moon side of the room followed. Even some neutral pack members snorted behind their wine
glasses.
Miela’s face turned crimson.
“I–I’m not overweight!” she shrieked. “You’re a quack! You don’t know anything!”
Her protests only fueled the laughter.
“That’s enough,” I said calmly, raising my hand. “Let’s not turn this into a circus
The crowd slowly quieted.
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I turned toward Thorne. “Alpha, I believe the misunderstanding has been resolved?”
He nodded stiffly. “It has.”
Without another word, he grabbed Miela by the wrist and hauled her toward the exit. She cried and whimpered all the way, still sputtering about the necklace, about how I was cruel, about how I’d stolen her life.
But no one listened anymore.
Cáel cleared his throat and reclaimed the floor. “Apologies for the earlier commotion. I invite you all to return to the festivities. The wine’s flowing, and the desserts are legendary.”
Outside, at the base of the stairs, Thorne released Miela’s arm like it burned him.
“You lied,” he said, jaw clenched.
Miela’s breath caught. “Thorne, please—”
“You lied to me. About being sick. In front of everyone.”
Her voice trembled as she reached for him. “I just panicked. Elara was cruel–she twisted my words! You saw how aggressive she got!”
Thorne didn’t respond. His glare made her freeze.
“I was only trying to protect our family’s reputation,” she added quickly. “And Elara–she’s not the same. Don’t you see how she behaves drama, the showmanship–she’s clearly covering something up. She has Alpha Cael in her pocket now, that’s why she’s acting bold-
A voice rang out from the top of the staircase.
“Looking for this?”
We both turned.
OP
I stood at the top, silver dress shimmering beneath the chandelier, a velvet pouch in one hand.
“In case you’re still whining about a necklace I never took,” I called, “let me help you out.”
Without waiting, I reached into the pouch and tossed something down.
A ruby the size of a baby’s fist hit Miela square in the shoulder. She yelped.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Making it up to you, of course.” I tossed a second gemstone, then another–a diamond, then a sapphire.
The gems clinked against the stairs, glittering under the lights.
Gasps filled the air.
I upended the pouch. Jewels spilled like rain, cascading down the staircase in every color–emeralds, opals, amethysts, every piece cut with surgical precision.
The crowd behind Thorne surged. People scrambled forward, eyes wild.
“No–stop–don’t touch me!” Miela cried as strangers pushed past her, stepping on her shoes, elbowing her to grab what they could.
“I’m Alpha Thorne’s date!” she yelled.
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I stood calmly above the chaos.
“Now you’ve got enough to make a hundred necklaces,” I said coolly. “So stop crying about one.”
Then I turned around and walked back inside.
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