INICIAR SESIÓNKYRAN. Everyone turned to look, necks being craned, eyes searching. Gena stumbled and almost fell, I caught her with my hands. She hissed softly and stood up, then forced a smile. “Thank you, Kyran.” That was it. My gaze fell on her dress. Earlier she had a net covering her chest, but now it was off. Her breasts were bumped forward, her posture lewd. She had her gaze fixed on the entrance, rubbing her hands together, while she smiled. Cold disgust washed over me as I stared at her. I was really foolish to choose her over the woman that loved me. My own mate. Now she was but a ghost. A familiar scent hit me. My brows furrowed and I took my gaze away from Gena to the Alpha coming in. That scent. I recalled it, but it couldn't be possible right. My legs moved on their own. I broke through the crowd, standing in front to see the figure coming. I couldn't see him. All I saw were elite guards walking in. Then the whispers caught up to me. “Did they send a representative? Why is th
KYRAN. I have spent two days preparing. I checked all crescent Zenith files. Organised negotiation terms. I was ready to give them land as long as they are willing to extend their support. “Alpha, the Crescent Zenith pack has helped the supreme council for years. All of a sudden they disappeared,” Percy said, reading from a file, his posture straight. I have called him to my office to tell me everything about the Crescent Zenith pack. Rumours and truths alike. I didn't mind. Anything to know before meeting that proud Alpha. “So why did they suddenly stop helping?” “It's not mentioned alpha.” He flipped through the book, then returned to the first page. “It says here that ever since the new alpha took over, they have refused to be involved with other packs.” I placed my elbow on the desk, then rubbed my jaw lightly. The alpha was indeed a proud one. If I wasn't in need, or I hadn't cast Mabel away, I wouldn't have to be thinking of literally begging for support. Solely thinking
KYRAN. The council hall was large, a roundtable at the centre, seats surrounding it. There was a glass wall at the right, which made the sight creep in. Alpha's from various packs gathered, and I sat in the head chair with the elders all seated. There were whispers, which of course, I could hear clearly. “Why do you think the elders called this meeting?” One of the Alpha's asked another. “Probably because they didn't want a supreme Alpha without a Luna,” Alpha Silas, leader of the Blood moon pack. The same pack that poached my soldiers. His gaze was fixed on me — taunting. My jaws worked. “An emergency meeting was called because we needed to discuss serious issues.” “Nothing serious if it's just Darknile's pack crumbling. Other packs are doing just fine,” Silas chirped in, and murmurs ensued. My claws elongated, eyes so dark that I felt the need to snap his throat.No matter what. I was still the supreme alpha. Whether he wanted it or not. “Silence!” I growled, slamming the
KYRAN. I sat in my office, gaze fixed on the laptop monitor. The lamplight on the table served as a light source to the office. I kept tapping on the desk. My breathing changed with each tap. I have calculated how many emails I have sent the past two years. That's 104 emails in total. Of course, I wouldn't send loads of emails every week. That would come off as desperate. Truth is, I was desperate, but I was still the supreme alpha. I couldn't risk acting weak. Seeing my email alone should spark urgency to whoever was reading them. But, my emails have been blatantly ignored by this pack. Whatever their name was. Crescent Zenith pack. My claws scraped the surface of my desk. I leaned back, still staring at the email. I couldn't let this opportunity slip before me, if things get worse than they are right now, I am most certain that I would lose my position as supreme alpha. And other alphas would snatch it in a heartbeat. The reason they hadn't done that in two years was because
MABEL. It was already dark when I left Kyra in the care of Evie to meet with GusI arrived at a small cottage. I exhaled. The old man had decided that he wanted to spend more time around here. According to him. He felt closer to the spirit of his old friends when he came to the cottage. Everywhere was actually bright. Street lights shone brightly. There was a garden surrounding it, and the gate wasn't tall. It was short, made of wood. It was like he dared rogues to attack him. I walked straight to the cottage. I felt someone’s gaze on me. I paused, my claws elongating. The aura felt different, strange. Not like Gus or any of his guards. The shadow passed by quickly, and my eyes flashed blood red, alpha energy, and my pheromones burst out. “Who?!” I asked, my voice thundered. So loud that the leaves shook and a few branches snapped. The cottage door opened, and my blood red vision fell on Gus. He was dressed in a simple stay-at-home cloth, his entire hair gray with age. I hear
MABEL. I stood up, slid the document into the drawer, and fixed my suit absent-mindedly. I remembered two years ago. Kyra was lying on that bed, her face pale, lips cracked. Her whimpers were enough to make anyone with an actual heart pity her. She lay there so long, and for once, Kyran didn't come to see her. Not even when a lot of donors' hearts didn't match with hers. I thought it was just my bad luck. But right now, learning that Maria was never terminally ill, and that Kyra had been injected with a lot of sedatives and corticosteroids. Someone wanted her dead. The question was who? It couldn't be Veyron. Veyron couldn't be that heartless to his Alpha's daughter. But then again, Kyran never cared. I ran my tongue against my lips, then shook off the thought. As for this, I would get to the root of it. It doesn't matter how many more years. I have power now. I wasn't a weakling or pitiful Luna. I walked out of my office, staring at my watch repeatedly, footsteps fast. “M







