Chapter 125: Good intentions.

July 28 2026, 1:43pm.

Flynn crossed the room with quick strides, his eyes never for once leaving Elara’s face as he walked over. There was something very strange about the way he looked at her... something strange about the way his eyes dragged from her face to her mother’s and then back, as though he had eavesdropped on their conversation.

The thought made Celine’s body go still and made her momentarily lose her manners. She sputtered; "Flynn..." only to catch herself at the last moment and drawled; "Alpha Flynn, I never expected that you would show up today."

"Why?" Flynn answered in that cool dramatic tone that made Elara’s eyebrows itch to shoot up to her hairline.

She regarded him with keen interest, not missing the weird new glint in his eyes as he smiled at her.

"Why have you both decided that I am no longer interested in keeping my promise of marrying you? Why does it feel like I have become a stranger in this house, rather than your daughter’s fiancé?"

"No, no no no!" Celine rushed out, sticking out her arms. Her face was the perfect depiction of the word ’flustered’. Even Elara who had been smug only moments ago had dropped her facade, and on her face now was a desperation that had not been there only moments ago.

She inched forward tentatively, as though she was half expecting Flynn to push her off. And when he didn’t, she smiled smugly, met his eyes, and said softly;

"You know you are always welcome here."

But Flynn did not wish to be welcome, not after everything he had just heard the mother and daughter talking about... and certainly not after what he’d heard a couple of weeks ago at the hospital.

In his mind, this family held too many secrets that it made his skin crawl. They were a bunch of barbaric, self-centered people— well, besides Nyx’ara who had always taken the fall for them.

He smiled at Elara— one that didn’t quite reach his eyes— and reached out to hold her in his arms. The feel of her cold skin against him made his body erupt in sensations that were too vile to put a name to, but he choked down these feelings and drawled softly at her;

"You said you had picked up new hobbies... what are they?"

At the sound of his voice, a bright color stained Elara’s face. Even her mother seemed to squirm at her spot. Flynn noticed all of these but refused to point them out. Instead, he made her even more flustered by hooking his finger under her chin and saying;

"Don’t worry, I will not laugh... regardless of how funny your new hobby may sound. You are my fiancée after all, and will be my wife very soon, so it’s quite alright for you to tell me anything."

Elara gulped, smiling shyly. "I now paint."

Which was a lie. She had fingers that were so stiff, she could hardly draw a straight line let alone control brushes on a page.

"I have been picking up painting despite being so horrible at it but it helps me take my mind off the fact that you’ve been avoiding me like I have the plague."

But you do have the plague. Flynn thought quietly to himself, but brushing the thought off, he smiled at her, almost wanting to commend her for being so sneaky... so smooth.

Such a pathological liar!

"I have not been avoiding you..." he said softly, telling a lie of his own. "I have only been quite busy with handling the pack’s affairs as well as business. You know that I recently signed a deal with the vampire king, Vincent, right?"

Of course, she knew!

It was at his party that she had almost made a spectacle of herself because she had been so obsessed with being better than Nyx’ara... because she had wanted so badly to see to her downfall.

Speaking of which, she never heard from Seraphina after that party and never got to know if her plan was a failure or a success!

She pushed away that thought and buried her face into Flynn’s chest, while mentally noticing that he doesn’t smell anything like Tristan.

He smelled better.

She murmured: "I know..."

"So I have been busy..." Flynn added, "...however, I am here today to formally invite you as my plus one to a grand dinner being held by the Quadruplet Alphas of Stormborn pack. I have no idea what they are celebrating but I was invited and I want you to come with me... as my Luna."

The word ’Luna’ made Elara’s chest tighten with glee. She flashed him a smile, pecked him on the cheek, and squealed as she jumped up and down.

She cried; "Yes! Yes, I will come with you!"

Flynn beamed. "I was also asked to come along with any family from my pack which I hold in high regard... and I think it’s best that I invite your family as they would be my in-laws soon."

And goddess, as soon as he said that, Elara went berserk!

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. Her face beamed with joy as she cried; "Thank you, baby! That means a lot to me!

But at the time, Flynn was no longer paying any attention to her but to her mother who seemed so shocked, she could barely bring her lips to move.

He shrugged out of Elara’s hold, smiled one more time at her, and tapped her gently on the cheek. "Good then. I am glad you agreed. Make sure you dress to kill that day... and ensure that your parents look their best as well. You all are the future of Moonshine pack." He finished, and with that, he turned and left the room, leaving Elara jumping on her feet while her mother still watched him with a hint of suspicion.

Well, she was right to suspect him as he had no good intentions towards her daughter or any member of their family.

They just do not know it yet.

July 28 2026, 2:13pm.

For the next couple of days, Nyx’ara thought deeply and hard about Rhys’s proposal. On one hand, she wanted to trust him wholeheartedly but she had gone through enough betrayals in the past to know how stupid that sounds... and on the other hand, well, she just wanted to see how this would play out.

And that is why even now, she has refused to give Berlin audiences, despite living in the same house for over a week now.

She was not mad— Hell no, she would never have tried to help if she was mad. However, there was a type of way she felt. A kind of betrayal mixed with guilt that she could not explain.

She also knew that there was a possibility that Flynn had made her come here for reasons best known to both of them, and she did not want to be caught in the middle

Many times, she would watch herself staring into her reflection in the mirror, whilst wondering why half of her head was suddenly sprouting dark strands.

She wondered if her wolf was undergoing some kind of hibernation but no matter how much she thought about it, nothing made sense... not this or the fact that her husbands had refused to let her go.

For a long moment, she simply sat in front of the mirror, trailing her fingers over her new hair strands when a thought suddenly crossed her mind.

She immediately agreed that she could not solve all of these all on her own so she needed help, and Rhys had offered to help.

Heavens, there was no way she could trust him. But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone on her side so she sent him a quick text.

It read:

I am interested.

However, in the next minute, all four brothers burst into her room. Azriel held Rhys’s phone up high and stared pointedly at her as he hissed;

"What are you interested in?"

Nyx’ara frowned:

Ohh, goddess!