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Chapter 4

A surge of irritation coursed through me. Why was this woman so desperate to meet Alpha Henrick? I wanted to demand that she leave, but Elijah beat me to it. He fibbed and claimed, "He has already found his future Luna, so you should go."

The woman's face flickered with both curiosity and disappointment. She scrutinized me from head to toe and inquired, "Who?!" Her eyebrows shot up in anticipation.

Before I could respond, Alpha Henrick emerged from his room. Clad in a crisp white shirt and jeans, his gaze was icy and penetrating. "What's happening here?"

With a smile adorning her face, the woman gracefully approached Alpha Henrick, instantly capturing his attention. I observed as Elijah shook his head, clearly vexed by the woman's flirtatious demeanor towards Alpha.

Driven by curiosity, she couldn't resist asking me, "They say you already have a Luna. Is it true?"

Elijah's frustration was palpable as he glanced at me, his expression filled with disdain. "Seriously?" he uttered, his disappointment evident.

Without hesitation, I firmly dismissed any possibility, declaring, "No, and I have no inclination to be anyone's Luna."

Undeterred, the woman boldly offered herself, stating, "But I can offer you my body, Alpha."

I couldn't fathom her desperation to please Alpha Henrick. As he smirked in response, my suspicions were confirmed. He beckoned her to his chambers, commanding her to follow. She cast a smug smile in our direction before departing. Turning to Elijah, I made it abundantly clear that I would not comply with his request. I refused to become just another woman in Alpha's bed.

"I cannot continue like this. I refuse to stoop to the level of desperation displayed by that woman."

"Absolutely not. I will not sacrifice my body merely to appease him," I asserted resolutely.

"You possess the power to touch his heart without resorting to physicality, Clara," he reassured me. "His heart softens at the mere sight of your countenance. Trust me," he added.

"But he despises this face, Elijah. What are you thinking?" I retorted, my frustration mounting.

"Because deep down, he still yearns to behold it. He is still in love with Samantha," he explained.

"I have already discussed this with you. Instead of constantly reminding him of Samantha, why don't you assist him in moving forward?" I suggested.

"This is the only way I know. He will never be capable of loving another woman besides Samantha. I implore you, make him cease his hatred for her. Please, do not deny me," he pleaded desperately.

I released a weary sigh, realizing that I could not refuse him. After all, he had saved my mother's life.

I couldn't deny him, not after all he had done for me. His smile filled me with determination as we stood outside Alpha Henrick's room, ready to execute our plan. My mind raced with anticipation, wondering what was unfolding behind those closed doors.

"I need to check on my mother," I informed Elijah, who nodded in understanding, reminding me of our mission.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best," he assured me before I set off.

Entering my mother's room, I found her holding a small photograph. She looked up and greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hi, mom!" I exclaimed.

"Clara, come closer," she beckoned, showing me the picture - a snapshot of me as a baby.

"Time flies so quickly. Look at you now, an independent and courageous woman," she said, her eyes filled with pride.

"Yes, and I'm grateful to have you by my side, mom," I replied, feeling a surge of gratitude and comfort.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, "I thought I wouldn't be here to witness your growth and guide you anymore."

"Fortunately, we have Elijah to thank for saving you, Mom," I reassured her.

"Yes, Elijah. I don't know how to repay him for his kindness," she expressed gratefully.

Lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but dwell on Elijah's request and the weight it carried. My mom noticed my distant gaze and inquired, "What's on your mind, Clara?"

I hesitated for a moment before confessing, "Nothing, Mom."

But the fear of losing her overwhelmed me, and I could no longer suppress my emotions. "What if something happens to you? I can't bear the thought of living without you," I admitted, my voice trembling.

My mother's words reverberated in my mind as I swung open the door to accept our evening meal. "Clara, I am still fortunate. The divine powers know that you are meant to be a part of my life in this very existence." Her smile was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her presence.

The woman who delivered our sustenance was kind and benevolent, much like the other individuals who had aided us. Expressing my gratitude, I watched as she departed, feeling a profound sense of awe at the generosity we had encountered.

As we settled down to dine, my thoughts drifted towards Elijah and the task he had entrusted me with. It was not an easy undertaking, but I understood that it was my duty to fulfill.

"Let us partake in this meal, Mother," I invited her to join me. We engaged in conversation and shared laughter, cherishing each other's company.

Once we had finished, I gathered the plates and cutlery, bidding farewell to my mother. In that moment, I was grateful for this precious time together, for the nourishment we had received, and for the compassionate souls who had guided us here.

Upon entering the kitchen, my gaze fell upon a woman consumed by tears. Without hesitation, I approached her, inquiring about the cause of her anguish.

"I had believed that he would choose me as his Luna, but I was mistaken. I surrendered my innocence to him, only to be treated as a mere plaything," she confessed, her voice filled with sorrow.

As she turned to face me, I was taken aback to realize that she was the same woman we had encountered earlier, the one who had entered Alpha Henrick's chamber.

"You?!" I exclaimed, unable to conceal my astonishment.

"Are you the woman who was with Elijah?" she questioned, seeking confirmation. I simply nodded, offering a sympathetic smile. Urging her to cease her tears, I assured her that she deserved far more than Alpha Henrick.

"Do you not comprehend his true nature?" I inquired, my voice laced with concern.

"He perceives women as mere objects, mere playthings. He is notorious for his womanizing ways," I informed her.

"Yes, I am aware. I was foolish to believe that I could change him, that I could satisfy him with my physicality," she admitted, her tone heavy with remorse.

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