The Three Who Chose Me
Chapter 55: Fire Beneath the Surface

Chapter 55: Fire Beneath the Surface

Thorne

The guards shifted on their feet, clearly unsettled as Varen’s voice cracked through the tension.

"Let them in," he ordered, the command slicing like a blade.

The heavy doors swung open with a groan, and in walked the Council of Elders—five of them, cloaked in heavy ceremonial coats, dark as the judgment they thought they carried. At their center stood Harsh, the head elder, his greying beard trimmed to a sharp point, eyes gleaming with misplaced righteousness.

I rose from my seat at the head of the room, my spine straight, arms folded across my chest as I took my place with Varen on my left and Kiel on my right. Together, we stood tall. United. A wall of power and dominance. It crackled in the air like static, heavy and thick with tension.

"You must be out of your minds," I said slowly, the words rolling off my tongue like smoke from a fire not yet lit. "Barging into my territory. Into my home. With no invitation?"

Harsh dipped his head in a shallow bow, but it wasn’t deep enough to cool the rage boiling in my blood.

"Alpha Thorne, please—no disrespect was meant—"

"But you did disrespect me," I cut in, tone dropping to a near growl. "You disrespected this house. You disrespected my mate. And you clearly forgot your place."

Another elder—Cantor, I think—shifted forward slightly, mouth opening to speak, but one glance from me made him think better of it. He closed his lips with a snap.

Harsh tried again, this time more cautiously. "Alpha, please. The matter is delicate. We’ve heard troubling things regarding the state of the future Luna. Screams. Hallucinations. Rumors spreading through the pack."

Varen stepped forward with the grace of a snake about to strike. "Who told you?"

Harsh hesitated. "The whispers are... everywhere. From the guards. The kitchen staff. Even a few visiting wolves."

My gaze sliced toward Marcy, who stood just inside the door, arms crossed over her chest, her mouth set in a hard line. The way her eyes flicked toward the elders didn’t sit right with me.

"Get out," Varen barked at her. "Now."

She didn’t argue. She turned sharply and stalked out, but not without throwing one last venomous look behind her.

When the door slammed, I turned back to the elders, my eyes hard. "Josie is healing. You lot are feeding off gossip. You should be ashamed."

One of the elders, a lanky wolf named Brell, cleared his throat. "She was found standing on a terrace... ready to jump."

"She was playing a stupid game," I snapped. "A moment of recklessness. Not instability."

"She claimed she saw her dead mother in a pool of blood," Harsh added.

Kiel moved forward, voice flat and bitter. "She lost her parents. She was attacked. Her mind is in turmoil. That doesn’t mean she’s gone mad."

Harsh looked down briefly. "Still, Alpha, we must—"

"You must nothing," I snarled, stepping forward. My power rippled through the room, pinning them all. "If you think you can use Josie’s grief to question my leadership, go ahead. I dare you. But mark my words—if one of you lays a hand on her, speaks her name without our permission, or tries to parade her like a broken thing in front of the pack, I will take your head and mount it outside the council hall."

The silence stretched so long, I could hear the echo of their heartbeats in their chests.

Harsh finally bowed deeply. "We apologize, Alpha. Truly. It won’t happen again."

One by one, the elders bowed and filed out of the room, not daring to speak another word.

Once the doors shut behind them, I exhaled heavily. Varen and Kiel stood beside me, just as tense.

"They’re watching us," Varen said lowly. "Waiting for us to mess up."

"They think we already have," Kiel muttered.

I rubbed my jaw. "Josie needs to pull through. Fast. Or this will get worse."

Back at the pack house, I called for the workers and servants, gathering them in the dining hall like misbehaving pups.

"No one is to approach Josie," I ordered, voice firm and cold. "Not unless we approve it. And if I hear one more word about her mental state, you’ll regret ever learning to speak."

"Yes, Alpha," they chorused, heads lowered.

Satisfied, I dismissed them, and we made our way to Varen’s room—Josie’s chosen sanctuary.

But the second I stepped in, I froze.

She was on the bed, robe slipping off her shoulder, the soft curve of her neck exposed. Her legs tangled in silk sheets, bare skin gleaming in the light pouring through the windows. My wolf stirred. Hard.

"Out," I growled.

Varen turned, blinking. "What?"

"I said, get out."

"This is my room, Thorne."

I clenched my fists. "I don’t care. You’re not staying."

Varen smirked. "Because I’ve seen her like this before? Or because you’ve suddenly remembered you’re mated?"

I turned to him sharply. "You sleep with anything that breathes, and you expect me to trust you with her like this?"

He stepped closer, eyes dangerous. "You were the one keeping your distance, Thorne. Don’t act like you’ve been the noble protector all along."

"You should know your limits," I bit out.

"You should know your place," he shot back.

Before I could say another word, her voice rang out—soft, drowsy, and lovely.

"What’s going on...?" Josie murmured.

She sat up, eyes blinking slowly, hair tumbling over her shoulder like a waterfall of midnight. She tugged her robe shut, cheeks pink. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kiel moved quickly, stepping forward.

"I’ll take you back to your room," he said gently.

Her eyes widened. "Do you all hate my company now?"

My chest tightened.

Kiel offered her a small smile. "We like it a little too much."

Then, he scooped her up—just like that—his arms cradling her against his chest.

She giggled and leaned into him, curling like a kitten.

And I watched it all. The way she looked at him. The way she melted into him. The way his eyes softened around her like she was his entire world.

My jaw locked. My stomach twisted.

Jealousy.

Rough. Burning. Bitter.

It clawed at my insides like fire beneath the surface.

And I hated that I understood it so well.