Eighty: Alpha Eliana.

ELIANA.

I couldn't move an inch without Denver popping out of nowhere.

You would think that reaching across from the bed to my phone was an albeit easy task but ever since everything that happened, he wouldn't still let me lift a finger.

I had spent the night in the bed up until noon the next day. The party had also been postponed after the Pack heard about Sienna's attack. The only other thing to come out of that night besides my proclamation as Alpha was a second body. A mother and a son whose demise were met.

And of all the emotions I could feel at that moment, I was the most thankful. I had briefly grazed the cold shards of death and it was an experience I wouldn't wish on anyone. So deep down, I understood why Denver was acting the way he was.

But I also needed to get out of bed.

"No, Eliana" He whispered, holding me back softly but I was determined to get my feet out of my bed. "I'm well rested and I can't spend my whole day laying in bed. I'm an Alpha now" I said with a soft c