Let Go of My AlphaChapter 1
I had been with Damon for ten years, and yet here I was, still waiting for a sign that he saw a future with me. No mark, no proposal, not even a serious conversation about us.
But lately, I wasn’t even sure “us” was still a thing. Damon had grown distant, his attention focused on Serena, a stunning she-wolf from our pack. She seemed to always be where he was—at meetings, during training, even now, at the pack party.
The party was supposed to be a celebration for the pack, but for me, it felt more like torture. I stood near the drink table, watching Damon and Serena laugh like they were the only two people in the room.
She leaned in, whispering something in his ear, and he grinned.
I was about to leave when Serena approached me, a plate of food in hand.
“You should try this, Elara…” she said sweetly, holding the plate out to me. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
I looked at the food—there were herbs sprinkled all over it. My stomach twisted. “Thanks, but I’m good,” I said, stepping back.
“Oh, come on!” she insisted, pushing the plate toward me. “Damon said you’re too picky. It’s good to try new things.”
Damon appeared behind her, his expression unreadable. “Elara, don’t make a scene. It’s just food.”
“You know I’m allergic,” I said firmly, looking at both of them.
Serena’s smile turned smug as she raised an eyebrow. “It’s just a little herb, Elara. You’re not going to die from one bite.”
Damon sighed, clearly annoyed. “She’s right. You’ll be fine.”
My heart sank. I stared at him, hoping for a hint of the man I once knew, but he just looked bored.
“Fine,” I muttered, not wanting to argue anymore. I took the plate and turned away, setting it down on the nearest table.
But it was too late. The scent of the herbs had already triggered my allergy. My throat tightened, and a wave of dizziness hit me.
“Damon…” I gasped, clutching at my chest.
He didn’t even move. “Someone get the doc,” he said casually, taking Serena’s arm. “She does this all the time.”
The last thing I saw before everything went black was the two of them walking away, laughing.
***
I woke up to the sterile smell of the pack doctor’s office. The faint beeping of a heart monitor filled the room, and my Dad was sitting beside me, his arms crossed and his face tight with anger.
“Elara,” he said sharply, “what the hell are you doing with that man?!”