Page 198 of His Sunshine Baby

“You… Enough, Elena! Stand back and–!”

“I won’t, Iris,” I answer calmly. “Clark gave me one mission: making sure the Opal Moon stays out of the gathering.”

“The Alpha said that?” whispers someone behind Iris.

My cousin immediately turns to him.

“Don’t listen to her! Why would Clark trust her! Didn’t you hear? She is bearing a Black brothers’ child? He kicked her out for that! I forbid you to listen to her! I am the Alpha and–”

“Chris is the Alpha, Iris! You are nothing!”

She turns to me, turning so red I feel like she is going to explode.

“I have anything I want! I planned all of this, Elena. I worked so hard, and you are nothing! You’re just an orphan, a little bastard picked up off the streets! I am the oldest child of my father, his heir! How dare you name Chris and tell me what I can and cannot do!”

“You are smart, but you are not fit for the Alpha position, Iris.”

“Why? I have power, don’t I?” she says with a confident smirk. “I have the entire packs’ funds under my control. I’m in charge of most of our medical facilities. I rule our economy from one border to another. They can disobey me if they want to go penniless!”

Behind her, people exchange looks, somewhere between shock and fear. The White Moon clan’s main income comes from the clinics, hospital, and labs we have, and indeed, Iris spearheads them all. There is one thing she can’t control, however.

“Iris, we are werewolves, not humans. We don’t just need money. We need hierarchy, relationships, trusted individuals. We need people strong enough to protect the pack, and some to rule it. We are a pack, a group. But you?”

I chuckle.

“You’re just a selfish, self-centered little bitch.”

“You swine! You–”

I slap her before she can finish her sentence.

I didn’t hold back, and she stumbles a couple of steps back, astonished.

“How dare you–”

“You think you are an Alpha? Have it your way. Try to get past me or touch me. I’ll show you how wrong you are!”

She growls furiously, and without thinking, runs at me. It’s funny how conscious I am of our difference in strength now. Iris was never a fighter. I only need to take a step to the left to avoidgetting hit. She is so mad and keeps coming at me, trying to throw punches.

Too bad she didn’t pay better attention during training. I have no difficulties dodging anything she throws at me. For a few minutes, I keep dodging and she keeps attacking. She is using so much strength for nothing, it’s pathetic. Having brains is of no use now. I am the stronger wolf. I keep going, but I make sure to fight back too: making her trip, hitting her back, and using my silver pole as a barrier. I am playing with her.

Iris is getting more and more exhausted while I flawlessly lead this fight where I want it. I don’t even break a sweat, but Iris is out of breath in minutes. Behind her, people watch her with nothing left but pity and embarrassment. Such a weak wolf cannot be an Alpha. No way.

I can tell what they are thinking, but my mind is somewhere else. I wonder where the rest of the pack is, as well as Nora, the King, and Nate.

The gathering should have started by now. I don’t even dare to mind-link them, closing my mind to focus on Iris. If anything happens, I don’t want them to get distracted by my mind-link. I’ll wait for the good news.

I hope.

“Iris!”

I stop fighting and turn to Chris. My cousin, completely lost, is watching me humiliate his sister until someone runs over to explain everything to him. His glare is already directed at his sister.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Iris? Step away!”

“I won’t! You are–”

“I am the Alpha of this pack!” roars her brother.

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