Page 35 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

“So you are alive and healthy.”

Micah moved between Mia and me, a clique of women following her. The other women nearby gave us a wide berth, silently deferring to Micah.

Right, she was the future luna of the Nightshade Pack now.

Unlike me, her time here had seemed to agree with her. With her rich auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail and her stunning chestnut-brown eyes brimming with charisma and arrogant authority, she was the very embodiment of power.

Micah circled me like a predator that had found its prey.

“Your mate was in such a hurry none of us could confirm your health status,” she remarked, her smile as hard as nails. “It’s a relief you weren’t harmed.”

Her words sounded anything but sincere, but I couldn’t openly question the future luna of the pack I was trying to belong in.

I returned her smile.

“I’m fine now. Thank you for your concern,”

Her merciless brown eyes met mine, and I felt the wolves around us tense up, as though readying for a fight.

But Micah’s smile only broadened, showing no hint of hostility.

“Don’t mention it. Enjoy your workout.”

With that quip, she walked away, her retinue on her heels. I turned back to Mia, eager to continue our conversation, but her smile was gone.

“I apologize, but I can’t help you,” she said curtly, then turned away from me.

Wait,what?

She didn’t offer up any more explanation, and after a few more seconds of standing idly and feeling utterly confused, I moved on to another group training weights.

This group didn’t even bother to speak to me.

For all they cared, I might as well have been invisible.

It wasn’t until I approached a woman standing by herself and she glanced in Micah’s direction briefly before turning down my requests, that I realized what was going on.

I will become the luna of the Nightshade Pack in your place, and I will make your life here a living hell.

Micah’s words rang in my ears.

It would seem she intended to follow through on her promise. She knew how much being ostracized in our old pack had affected me, and now she was replicating that here.

I gave up on finding a group to train with. With Micah against me, I would need to train on my own.

As I was deciding where I wanted to train, an intense fighting scene caught my eye. Anastasia attacked her opponent so ferociously that I couldn’t look away.

Goddess, she was strong.

No wonder Alexander liked her.

I pushed the errant thought out of my head before it could take root. Who Alexander liked was no business of mine.

I began to move away from the ring, but it was too late.

No sooner had Anastasia’s partner tapped out than her razor-sharp gaze met mine.

“Eleanor,” she said, her voice sweet and welcoming, as if we were long-lost friends. “Here for a warm-up?”

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