My Husband And My Alpha
29 . ELLIOTT (2)

Clara carried a tray with a plate of snacks and a teapot with several cups to a gazebo in the backyard of Owen's mansion. There were some kids playing and training there. Just this time Clara saw them all, including Elliot who was training some children in the shooting range.

The young man glanced towards the gazebo and saw Clara staring at him. He snorted, seemingly speaking for a moment

with one of the young men, before finally walking towards the gazebo.

“What's less fondling with my dad?” the sapphire blue-eyed youth's circus.

Clara doesn't chim in. He poured a cup of tea and thrust it at Elliot who was sitting opposite him. The young man took a sip for a moment.

“Not bad either,” he said.

“Has it paid for all my mistakes in the kitchen?” ask the brown-haired woman.

Elliot looked at Clara. Scrutinizing the look of the beautiful woman, then snorting. “Not everything,” he replied while crossing one of his legs over the other. His dazzling net looked towards the children who were practicing.

“Are they your brothers?” tanya Clara was trying to lure a chat.

The young man looked up and nodded. “This is only part,” answered. In the next few seconds, Elliot took a deep breath. “You know, it's hard to struggle without a mother here.”

“Hm?” Clara frowned, especially when the young man smirked at her. “Elana. Is she your mother and those kids?” tanyanya doubt.

Elliot nodded. “Mother gave birth to many offspring with Father,” she replied, then laughed insularly. “Dad said he loved Mom, but he didn't think at all about Mom's condition back then.”

“What do you mean?”

The young man looked straight at the woman opposite him. “What Dad never told you about this

you?” rhetorical reply. “On that perverted ritual?”

Clara fell silent. The phoenix seal regent ritual. He only knew about the rituals used to preserve

werewolf descendants as well as the owners of the Phoenix seal.

“Ritual it to save me—”

“Saving you?” cut Elliot. “You must be careful with ‘men it’ if you do not want to perish because of it like our mother.”

Saliva Clara is perfectly gulped. Just this time he heard something different directly from the mouth of Jasper's own descendant.

The words shook Clara's heart for a moment. She also remembered the figure of Brandon Hover, her real husband and abandoned by him. Seeing how Elliot's face looked this second, there was no trickster sirat there. He is young and very inocene. Especially when suddenly the look in Elliot's eyes turned sad.

“You still have a chance to come back. So, before everything is too late—”

“Then, what are you doing here if you hate it?” cut Clara.

Elliot took a long breath. His fingers played the cup handle in front of him. “I could have gone,” he said. “But what about them?”

Elliot set his sights on some children playing. They were so innocent and had no idea what was going on with their future. The young man looked back at Clara.

“Nobody can benefit from the ritual,”. “It will only benefit itself.”

“You ever tried to talk to your father?” ask Clara.

“He will never want to understand.” Elliot answered with a sour face. “He just wants to utilize

people who could be affected by it.”

“Then why did he let you guys here?”

“Revenge?”

Clara jerks. “What do you mean?” the scales.

Elliot remained silent. However, his gaze was directed at something that attracted attention, before he finally rose from

the chair after smiling meaningfully at Clara. “You will know for yourself later,” he said.

Until finally, a man approached them.

“I have to go back to training,” Elliot said, then get out of there.

Clara was about to speak, but stopped when she found Jasper standing behind her. Again he failed to extract information from Jasper's children.

***