Alpha’s Thrice Rejectedd Mate By Ida Rowe
Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Eloise

In the quiet solitude of my cozy cottage, the flickering candlelight danced on the walls, casting a soft glow as I contemplated the delicate balance of power within the werewolf community.

The recent events left me with a heavy heart, and a sense of urgency hung like a palpable fog. Mason, the formidable Alpha, had sought refuge with us; his presence bringing a mixture of strength and vulnerability. His pack, bearing the scars of their battles, had found solace within the protective embrace of Shadowmoon territory.

As a witch and an advisor, the weight of responsibility settled firmly upon my shoulders. I firmly believed that the key to resolving the conflicts that plagued us lay in unity, in bringing together the Alphas of the feuding packs to find common ground.

The idea had been silently germinating within the recesses of my mind, gaining strength with each passing day. And now, despite the risk and the potential backlash it might incur, I knew I had to act upon it, even if it meant going against Mason’s

wishes.

With a firm resolve, I sought out Rylan, the steadfast Beta of our pack. I approached him cautiously, acutely aware of my proposal’s delicate nature and its implications.

“Rylan,” I began, my voice steady but filled with earnestness. “I have an idea that may help end this conflict. I believe it is time for a summit-a gathering of the Alphas from the feuding packs.”

Rylan’s eyes flickered with curiosity and skepticism as he regarded me. His loyalty to Mason was unwavering, and he voiced his concern. “And what good would that do? If you push him into it, Mason won’t be willing to work with the others.”

Meeting his gaze with unwavering determination allowed my conviction to shine through. “I understand his concerns, Rylan, but sometimes, it takes a gathering of minds to find a way forward. By bringing the Alphas together, we can discuss my vision and the impending evil that should concern us all.”

Silence hung in the air, pregnant with contemplation, as Rylan absorbed my words. After what seemed like an eternity, he nodded slowly, his eyes glinting with a newfound understanding. “I see the merit in your proposal, Eloise. It’s a risky move, especially considering we’ve only just gained Mason’s trust and agreement to accept his place in the path fate has set for him.”

I felt A surge of satisfaction, knowing that Rylan was willing to take the leap with me to challenge the status quo. Together, we set the wheels in motion, dispatching trusted runners to reach each Alpha. Their journey was fraught with significance, carrying the weight of our hopes and aspirations. Their message was simple yet impactful: A summit was to be held, and the fate of all Lycans was on the line.

As the runners embarked on their mission, disappearing into the night with purposeful strides, Rylan and I returned to the heart of the packhouse, where Mason had established his office. The atmosphere was tense, an undercurrent of anticipation mingling with the weariness that clung to us all. Shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the tumultuous emotions that swirled within our hearts.”

“Mason,” I began, my voice calm but tinged with an undeniable urgency. “I have done something without your consent, and for that, I apologize. But I believe it was necessary. I have called for a summit, gathering the Alphas from the feuding packs.

Mason’s piercing gaze narrowed, his face etched with surprise and anger. “You did what?” he growled, his voice laced with frustration, “We cannot afford to expose ourselves like that! We are not ready to trust them, and they are not ready to trust

Undeterred. I held my ground, my gaze unyielding. “I understand your concerns, Mason, but this is our best chance. The runners have been sent, and there is no turning back now.”

His temper flared, his primal instincts taking hold as his wolfish nature clashed with his human facade, “You had no make such a decision without consulting me!” he roared, his voice echoing through the small room. “You and Rylan are undermining my authority-authority that you pushed onto me, to begin with!”

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“Mason, I’m sorry, but we truly think that this is the right decision for the pack,” Rylan interjected in an attempt to quell Mason’s growing anger.

But the storm within Mason was unyielding, and he stormed off in a tempestuous display of frustration, leaving us in his wake. The weight of his words hung in the air, casting a shadow over the strained relationships and the fragile trust that held us together.

Yet, despite the storm within Mason’s heart, little could be done now to undo what had been set in motion. The wheels had been set in motion, the runners dispatched, and the summit would proceed. We could only hope that it would bring about the change we desperately needed-a chance for understanding, reconciliation, and a future free from violence.

As I stood there, watching Mason’s silhouette disappear into the shadows, a heavy sigh escaped my l*ps, carrying a mixture of worry and determination. Our path was fraught with uncertainty and potential consequences, but sometimes, one had to face the aftermath of their actions for the sake of the greater good.

And at that moment, I believed, with every fiber of my being, that the summit held the promise of a new dawn, where shadows would eventually give way to light, and unity would triumph over division.

The following day, tension simmered within the packhouse, casting a shadow over our collective spirit. Mason’s anger was palpable, his brooding presence putting everyone on edge. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for the rift I had unintentionally caused, yet I remained resolute in my conviction.

I knew it was time to confront Mason and address the growing divide. Instead, I found him in his private study, poring over maps and documents with a furrowed brow.

“Mason,” I spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. We need to talk.”

He looked up, his gaze guarded but curious. “What is it, Eloise!

Taking a deep breath, I approached him, carefully choosing my words. “I understand your anger and frustration, but I called for the summit because I truly believe it’s our best chance at ending the conflict.

Mason’s eyes narrowed, his voice laced with suspicion. “You think a gathering of Alphas will solve everything? We’ve tried diplomacy before, and it only led to more bloodshed.”

I nodded, acknowledging his concerns. “I know it’s risky, but sometimes it takes a bold move to break the cycle. The runners, have already been sent, Mason. We can’t turn back now.”

His face hardened, his voice tinged with disappointment. “You went behind my back, Eloise. You disregarded my authority

I held his gaze, my tone earnest. I apologize for not involving you in the decision-making process, but I did if because 1 believe in your destiny as the Lycan King.”

Mason sighed, his frustration visibly waning. “You’re asking me to trust Alphas who have been our enemies for years. My mother, who just recently ran us out of our home.”

Rylan, who had been silently standing by, finally spoke up. Mason, we understand your reservations, but Eloise’s intentions. are genuine. The summat could be our chance to find common ground and protect our pack in the long run.”

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Mason glanced between us, a mixture of weariness and contemplation in his eyes. “Fine,” he conceded reluctantly. “We’ll proceed with the summit. But remember, if anything goes wrong, it’ll be on both your heads.”

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