ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES



The attention in the room once again settled on one person and one person alone, Ellie.

She knew what the stares meant. Earlier, Kan had made a bold statement to step up and take revenge on her behalf, but on hearing this, Kane felt it was only right Kan knew what he was heading into.

"You do know the members of the Blood Wolves are strong werewolves, right?" Mendy said casually as he went to a corner, reached into a bag, and picked something. He seemed to tinker with it a bit, perhaps trying to work it out.

Ellie's expression shifted from nervousness to a mix of determination and sadness. It was as though a veil had lifted, revealing her true inner emotions. The room grew heavy with tension, the air fraught with uncertainty.

"The Blood Wolves, led by an alpha, are a gang of wolves that control the second square of the city," Ellie began.

The twins settled down, keen on listening to what she had to say. Jessica and the older ones—Kane and Mendy—already knew this, but they paid attention to every word that left Ellie's mouth.

"Joaquin, the alpha leading the gang, my boss, is a sadistic leader. He sends his men to ravage through the city, catching young, vulnerable, and abandoned younger wolves whom he can manipulate and instill his beliefs in," Ellie paused, adjusting her sitting position, now into a fetal one.

She wrapped her hand around her knees, her face tucked between her legs while she continued. Kan could see her fleshy thighs and he couldn't help but admire them. In a moment, he found himself drifting from the topic at hand.

"Damn, she's thick!!" Kan thought for a brief moment before Ellie's voice cut back in.

"I was one of those young, vulnerable, and abandoned younger wolves. But I was his favorite. I was quick to learn, adapt to the business, and gained his favor. At least that was what I thought," Ellie's voice quivered slightly as she spoke.

"You see, the thing about gangs is that everyone has their individual interests at hand. For Joaquin, he simply wanted power. And while I thought I was doing something for my family because that was what I was made to believe, I was only a vixen in his grasp that he could do anything with... anything at all," Ellie's voice grew even softer towards the end.

Kan absorbed her words, the weight of her experiences palpable in the air. He could see the pain etched in her eyes, a reflection of the darkness she had endured.

"So the gang is built around a leader whose goals are ensured collectively by the members, all while forfeiting their own," Kan added his contribution, trying to encapsulate the dynamics of the gang structure.

"Yes, that sums it up. But that's what makes our gang different. Each one of us here has a story, has a purpose, and a dream to fulfill," Ellie responded, her voice carrying a renewed determination.

"I see," Kan nodded, his gaze shifting from Ellie to the others in the room. "But there's one last thing I'm interested in. You talked about the Blood Wolves being in control of the second square of the city. What do you mean by that?"

Ellie took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Kan's in an unspoken understanding. It was a tale she was about to unfold, one that would reveal the intricate web of power, territories, and conflict that defined their world.

And as she began to explain the territorial divisions of the city, the gang members gathered around, their eyes fixed on Ellie, their expressions a mix of anticipation and camaraderie. In that moment, they were not just a disparate group of individuals; they were a united force, bound by their shared experiences and a common cause.

Outside the hideout, the city's hustle and bustle continued, oblivious to the secrets and struggles that played out behind closed doors. But within those walls, a new chapter was unfolding—a chapter that Kan had inadvertently become a part of, a chapter that would challenge the hierarchy of power and shake the very foundations of their world.

"What have you been doing? Living under a rock? Seriously, Ellie, where did you get this guy from? Who doesn't know how the city is being ran?!!" Jessica having being silent for a while appeared to have lost her cool.

[That whiny bitch, how dare her talk to you in that manner?!!] Hela's voice resounded in Kan's head.

However, no one seemed to pay attention to Jessica's remarks.

Mendy glanced up from his tinkering, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You know how this works already. The demons sit at the top, their strength innate and destructive. Below them, everyone else falls in line according to their prowess. The vampires and werewolves might share a similar footing for now, but believe me, it's only a matter of time before the veneer of their coexistence shatters."

His response was casual, his tone relaxed, yet his words carried a weight of experience and knowledge. Mendy's posture reflected his ease as he leaned against his workspace, exuding a sense of authority without any overt effort.

Kan absorbed the information, his expression contemplative. As he continued to listen to the others, Mendy's casual enlightenment added another layer of understanding to the complexities of this world.

Kan's interest was clearly piqued by the information he had just gathered. He turned his attention back to the group, his eyes shifting from one member to the other, eager to learn more about the dynamics of the city.

"So, tell me about the corners of the city and gang activities. Give me a rundown," Kan prompted, wanting to hear the insights of the group members who were more experienced in this ruthless world.

Jessica, with her piercing gaze, was surprisingly the first to speak up. "The Nightshade Syndicate controls Nightshade Harbor, and that's not just a place where ships dock. It's a hub for all sorts of trades, both legal and illegal. You'll find smuggled goods, secret deals, and even clandestine vampire gatherings there. It's like the heart of their operations."

Kane, the towering figure, followed suit. "The Crescent Industrial District belongs to the Bloodmoon Pack. It's where manufacturing happens, warehouses store goods, and supply chains converge. They value the logistical advantage it provides. By controlling this district, they can exert influence over the city's economy and keep their activities hidden in plain sight."

Mendy chimed in, his eyes still fixed on the device he was tinkering with. "The Verdant Dominion's territory is the Sylvan Enclave. It's all about those lush green spaces, parks, and gardens. They protect it not just for its beauty but also for the natural connection it offers. Elves can harness their magic here without disturbing the balance of nature,"

Finally, Ellie's voice carried a touch of solemnity as she continued. "The Ebon Wail claims the Echoing Shadows District. It's the darker side of the city, full of abandoned buildings and alleys. This is where banshees can thrive, using the eerie atmosphere to their advantage. It's also a haven for those seeking the thrill of the unknown."

Kan absorbed the information, nodding thoughtfully as each member shared their insights. The complexities of the city's underbelly were becoming clearer to him, and he began to see how these territories played a pivotal role in the power dynamics.

He turned his attention back to Ellie. "And where do we stand in this intricate web of power?"

Ellie leaned forward, a glint of determination in her eyes. "Right now, we're carving out our place, hoping to make our mark in the city. We're the Unchained Shadows, and our territory is the Old Town Haven. It's not as flashy as the others, but it's a place where the lost and the desperate find refuge. Our strength lies in our diversity and our shared dream of challenging the status quo."

Kan's lips curved into a thoughtful smile. He was beginning to understand the stakes, the alliances, and the rivalries that defined this world. As he glanced around at the diverse group before him, he felt a sense of unity and purpose growing stronger within him. As he tried to reason more on the matter, a question was thrown back at him.

"So...are you in?" Ellie asked, her gaze fixed directly at him.