Ela From R6 Romane & Geschichten

I feel his arm wrap around me and I tense. “What are you doing?” “Oh, having fun.” He winks and continues to mediate between me and the wolves. Yet, I see Darius glaring at Kellan across from us. I watch as the last wolf reaches us. Kellan instantly laughs. “Oh, he did?” He looks up and smirks at Darius, his arm tightening around me. “Can you stop using me to wind up your brother?” I turn from Kellan to the wolf. “Hi, I’m Elara.”

Kael said. Elena looked at him as if she just saw a ghost. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Red devil was the alias she used when she went out on mission, and Elena Miller was her full name. Less that 10 people know about. “He sent you to kill me right?” Kael said, his voice calm and steady. “Who the hell are you?” She asked, after recovering. “How much do you know about yourself!” Kael asked her. She gave a confused expression.

It seems it was more serious than I thought. “Ohh look at the first arrival, it’s Alpha Lucifer Fernot, the leader of Bulgaria.” Josh said, the excitement evident in his tone. “Do you know Alpha Lucifer, Elsa?” Richard suddenly spoke, breaking his silence for the first time. “Yep, on television.” I replied, winking at him. “That's so hilarious, you guys forget that Elsa has no alpha blood, neither is she related to the alpha or have close ties with them, she just grew up in the capital with her parents.” Oliver said.

Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it. Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.

"It's true?" "It's real." I leaned against him. I felt the sharp kick of nausea again. "But we have to go. Now." "We're not leaving alone." Richard looked down the hall at the other cells. The white wolf was standing over the bodies of the guards. It turned back to us. It shifted. A girl. No more than eighteen. She wiped blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. "My name is Elara," she said. Her voice was like glass breaking. "And I’m the one who’s going to kill Elias."

The factions were still fighting each other. But more and more of them were pushing toward the same destination now. The server chamber. Elara leaned out just enough to fire two quick shots down the corridor. One attacker collapsed instantly. The other dove behind a support column, returning fire with a burst that slammed into the wall inches from her face. She pulled back behind cover. “Well,” she muttered under her breath, “they’re persistent.” Behind her, Dominic’s fingers moved rapidly across the terminal keyboard. The screen glowed with scrolling lines of code and system diagnostics.

“It is an honor to receive you. We have heard much of Ravencrest’s recent… troubles.” Kaelan bowed his head respectfully. “The honor is mine, Luna Elara. We come seeking alliance in these uncertain times. Trade routes, mutual defense, shared intelligence against common threats.” The conversation flowed easily at first. Elara was shrewd and direct, asking pointed questions about the raids, the stability of Ravencrest, and what Ravencrest could offer in return. Kaelan answered with careful honesty, emphasizing strength without arrogance. As the discussion deepened, Elara smiled faintly and gestured to one of her daughters. A beautiful young woman with striking green eyes and confident posture.

Behind them, in the volcano, the younger children huddled with Leo and Wren. The ship dropped anchor. A small boat lowered into the water. The woman climbed in, along with two others—a man and a teenage boy. They rowed to shore. The woman stepped onto the sand. She was tall, dark-skinned, with short grey hair and kind eyes. She wore simple clothes—pants, a jacket, boots that looked well-used. "You must be Rose," she said. "And you are?" "My name is Elara. I represent the Free Variant Collective." She pointed at the flag. "That's our symbol. A tree. Because we grow where others don't expect."

The thought of her—of those blue eyes watching the world go by, unaware that she was the prize in a deadly game—made my chest ache with a sudden, sharp possessiveness. "If you're going to look that miserable, don't bother getting out of the car," Elara said, her voice cutting through the hum of the tires. I turned to her. "I’m an Alpha, Elara. Not an actor." "You’re a man who went to a hangar to hold hands with the woman who threatened your daughter," she countered, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "So don't talk to me about what an Alpha is. An Alpha protects his own. He doesn't seek comfort from the blade that's trying to cut him."