Elena Bellamy

“I, um, just wanted to drop off this coffee.. I was, um, in the area and figured you’d probably want one. It’s a peak time in the afternoon when most Alphas get one.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Gillette, thank you.” Elena smiled, taking the coffee from the girl, and looking her up and down. “How are you doing? It’s been a while since we spoke. Come, sit. I have a few minutes.”

“I understand that, but how you can just jump to war without any proper communication with my Pack prior to the declaration? We can discuss this more civilly before going to such extreme measures.” Lydia furrowed her brows at the other woman, already done with drinking her wine. One sip was enough. This wasn’t a silly little meeting anymore.

“I don’t make the accusations alone - Dare Navarre stands with me, as does the rest of her pack.” Elena shrugged, shaking her head. “I wish there could be an amicable way of settling this, but unfortunately, there isn’t. Now if you excuse me, I have some matters that I need to deal with.” She stood up from the table, certain that the two would not be able to reach an impasse. 

“And what are your reasons?” Derek asked, brow furrowed. “Your little Omega projects? That’s worth putting your reputation, your life in danger? That’s worth the destruction you and Dare have caused?” He pointed at the window of her office. “Look at it! Wolves have died, innocent wolves that had nothing to do with the shooting. Businesses not owned by the Martins, the livelihood of families, have been destroyed because of this petty war!” The scent of burnt woods and burnt flesh was heavy in the streets, memories flooding into his mind he’d worked for years to forget.

“... You know I would never do that to you, Derek.” Elena’s voice was soft, a rare honesty in her words. There was a time their families wanted them to unite, to join two powerful packs together, but that seemed like worlds ago now. But even so, Elena knew of the fire. Imagined the pain that it must have caused him, and she had no desire to repeat that to him. “I’m not asking you to believe in my cause, I’m just asking that you trust that I know what I’m doing. This is about more than Dare, though she is more than a party girl. I have explained my reasons, and if those aren’t good enough for you, then I suppose you should be leaving. I have work to do.”

The words made Derek clenched his jaw, the fact Elena seemed to have already thought of the hunters sending a shiver down his spine. “Whatever you are thinking, you need to stop.” Could she really do it? She had already boldly and publicly gone after the Martin pack, what was stopping her from requesting the hunters as well? He wanted to believe she wouldn’t, because at some point they had known each other and their family’s had trusted one another. However, the truth was Derek didn’t know Elena, just like she didn’t know him.

It was a tactical, and very dangerous business move on Elena’s part, she knew that. Dare may have emotive reasons for wanting to deal with the Martin pack, but Elena knew that publically, she had to keep her focus on the omegas. A bold statement that she was willing to take on a possible threat to them? She’d have them eating out of her hand.

“Good. I think a lot of people underestimate me and that’s fine. My family name may seem non-existent but that doesn’t mean I won’t end up as one of the strongest.”

“I would never dream of underestimating you.” Elena smiled gently, despite the seriousness of their conversation. “Perhaps when this whole mess is over, we’ll be able to find a common ground to connect on?”

“Civilized?” Derek snapped, not taking Elena’s invitation to sit. “You just declared war, minutes after vandalizing and burning Martin properties, and sacked their manor while Lydia’s son was inside. The moment to be civilized is long gone, you made sure of that!” His hands were balled into fists, doing his best not to shift.

“Just as much as me and Dare have every right to hire the hunters to have someone killed for us. You’re not the only one with the Argents number.” Elena raised her eyebrows in challenge, still remaining calm. “The Martins were involved in election fraud, and killed competition in cold blood. For all we know, they leaked the photographs of Scott and his husband to the press as well.” Elena stood up so she was on eye level with Derek, staring at him.  “Do you want someone like that to be in charge of your town, Derek? I know you don’t have a good opinion of omegas, but condoning the murder of one, after all they do for us? It’s barbaric.”

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Elena had only just got off the phone with another important part of the plan when Derek stormed in, and she sighed, shooing away her secretary. She blinked at his anger remaining calm, and once he stopped shouting, she motioned for the chair next to him.

“My club better be untouched Ms Bellamy. Mine’s is a wrath neither you or Dare want that.” Kai states, her gaze piercing into the other alpha’s before turning to the sight of another Martin owned building being apprehended.

“I understand that, Miss Sato. I’m aware of the club you share, and I’ve already made it clear to my people that under no circumstances should it be touched.” Elena explained, smoothly. “I don’t wish to make you my enemy.”

Lydia didn’t touch her wine, her lips were tight and she just stared at Elena. “I won’t deny whether he had involvement or not, but I can’t confirm it, either. He’s a man of his own will and if he is behind such a horrible thing, I can assure you it isn’t because of my candidacy. He wasn’t in favor of my running.”

“Persecuting him involves going after the entire pack. His homes. His businesses. His pack members. Things have to get a little messy in wars. I’m sure you understand it’s nothing personal.” Elena was a shrewd businesswoman at times, one used to getting what she wanted, and though a pack war was a new territory for her, she didn’t see why the skills she had couldn’t transfer to this situation.

“We know he was behind the attack on Natalie White.” The trail all lead back to him from what her investigators had found. “Which means the blood of her and all others who were injured are on your pack’s hands. As well as the emotional trauma to everyone who had to witness it.” She finished her glass of wine, eyes narrowed.

The appointment was out of place, certainly, but any opportunity to get free wine was a good one. When she walked into the restaurant, she spotted the other Alpha and her party, giving a slight nod up at her as she approached, sliding into the other side of the booth. “You as well, Alpha Bellamy.” She said, putting her purse down beside her and following suit with the wine list. “You may. I’m not particularly picky.”

“I’ll order the drink first. We can discuss things after that.” She smiled, asking the beta waiter for a bottle, waiting in silence until he delivered it. Discussions of war were a thirsty business, after all.

” I just can’t turn my back on you for a minute Beacon Hills can I? What a mess, four of my allies at war with one another.” Kai sighs walking along the street, the fire and ‘dust’ settling somewhat. “Well I guess it’s time to choose a side.”

“I can’t speak for the McCalls, but I can assure you there are valid grounds otherwise.” Elena explained, standing back as several of her guards entered a building registered to Carl Martin, yelling for people to get out of the way.

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Garrett shrugged his shoulders when the woman said that she had never seen him here before allowing his hand to shake hers. “I don’t really get out much, although I’m trying to do so more often now. I don’t want to be that guy at my apartment complex.” Garrett joked. 

“I’m sure a handsome face like yours could never be that guy.” Elena teased, brushing hair away from her face.

Theo shrugged his shoulders, it was hard to process but it wasn’t like he wasn’t expecting it at some point. Who the hell would want Theo Raeken? They guy who worked with the Dread Doctors. He almost laughed at the thought. Karma was catching up to him, now he was collarless, with a target on his back. 

“Then let me help.” She said softly, not wanting to push too hard, remembering how that approach hadn’t exactly worked with Gillette - apparently homeless omegas in California were so much more stubborn than those in New York.