The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 244: Chapter 244: I Want To Stay With Rephael

Seraphine was waiting.

Not in the formal study, but in the smaller room, the one that felt more like a place she actually lived than a place she performed power from. Two chairs. Tea already poured. The specific deliberateness of someone who had arranged this and wanted it to feel different from a debrief.

Eve sat down and Seraphine sat bedside her.

They drank their tea in silence for a moment.

"You’re leaving today," Seraphine said.

"Yes," Eve said.

Seraphine nodded. She looked at her cup. Then at Eve with the direct attentiveness that had characterized every interaction they’d had since the first one....assessing, present, entirely without performance.

"I want to tell you something before you go," she said. "Not as an ally. Not as a faction leader." A pause. "As someone who knew your mother."

Eve went still.

"We weren’t close," Seraphine said. "I want to be honest about that....I’ve told you we were allies and that’s true but it was political first. Your mother was careful about who she trusted completely and I was on the list of people she trusted usefully rather than fully." A small pause. "That was correct of her. I’m not offended by it." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Eve looked at her.

"But I watched her," Seraphine said. "For the years she was here. And there’s something I haven’t told you that I think you deserve to know before you walk out of this Court." She set down her cup. "When your mother first came here she was....not what she became. She was powerful, yes. Capable, yes. But she was uncertain in the way young people are uncertain when they’ve been told all their lives that they’re meant for something large and they still don’t fully believe it."

"She found it," Seraphine said. "The belief. Over time, through exactly the kind of week you’ve just had...through being tested and making decisions and finding out what she actually did when things got hard." She paused. "I watched her become what she was. It wasn’t given to her. She built it." She held Eve’s gaze. "You’ve done the same thing this week. I want you to understand that. Not as inherited power. Not as legacy. As something you built yourself, in real time, under genuine pressure."

Eve held the words.

"The throne," Seraphine said. "When you come back for it....and you will come back for it....it won’t be because of your parents. It will be because of you." A pause. "Your parents gave you the right. What you’ve done this week is demonstrate the capacity." She paused once more. "Those are different things. The second one is yours alone."

Eve looked at Seraphine.....at the woman who had been navigating this Court for five hundred years, who had made alliances and calculations and strategic decisions for centuries, who did not say things she didn’t mean.

"Thank you," Eve said. "For taking the alliance. For the passage. For....." She paused. "All of it."

"Don’t thank me," Seraphine said. "I made a calculation and it proved correct. That’s all."

"Is it," Eve said.

Seraphine looked at her for a moment.

Something moved through her expression. Brief. Genuine.

"No," she said. "Not entirely." A pause. "Your mother deserved better than what happened to her. So did your father." She picked up her cup. "Consider this.....all of it....a very long overdue correction."

They sat together in the quiet of the small room for a little while longer.

Two women who had found each other across a very large distance and had decided, for reasons that were partly calculation and partly something else entirely, to trust each other.

It was enough.

***

Elena found her in the corridor outside the office.

She’d been waiting, Eve could tell from how still she was standing. Not pacing. Not anxious. Just composed as if she was waiting for the right moment.

"Eve," she said.

Eve stopped.

Elena looked at her with the direct warmth that had characterized her since the beginning....since she’d appeared in Eve’s life as Raphael’s companion and had become, somewhere in the months that followed, something closer than that.

"I need to talk to you," Elena said. "And to Alpha Damian and Alpha Damon."

Eve looked at her face and immediately understood what was going through her mind.

"Okay," she said. "Come on lets go inside"

***

They assembled in the sitting room.

Damian at the table. Damon on the sofa. Eve in the chair. Elena standing, not because there was nowhere to sit but because this was the kind of thing you said standing up.

"I want to stay," she said. "Here. At the Court." She held Damian’s gaze and then Damon’s. "With Raphael."

"Not permanently," she continued. "Or....I don’t know yet. But for now. He has work to do here and I....." She paused. "I want to be here for that." Another pause. "He shouldn’t do it alone."

Damon looked at his brother.

Then Damian looked at Elena.

The assessment was....not long. Just thorough. The specific quality of an alpha looking at someone who had being part of his pack for years and deciding if this was the right decision for her.

"Is this what you want?" Damian asked.

"Yes," Elena said. Simply.

"Raphael," Damon said. "He wants this too."

It wasn’t quite a question.

"Yes," Elena said.

Damon looked at the ceiling briefly. Then back at Elena to see if he could read her mind from her expressions.

"You know what you’re doing," he said. "I’m not going to tell you you don’t, But if you need to come home...."

"I know," Elena said. "I know where home is."

Damian stood and crossed the room, Then he Put both hands on Elena’s shoulders and looked into her eyes. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You’ve been part of the pack from the beginning," he said. "That doesn’t change because of geography." He held her gaze. "You understand that."

Elena’s composure did something complicated for exactly one second.

"Yes Alpha," she said.