With Bella trailing silently behind, George moved closer to the railings on the highest floor of the mansion, unaware of the deadly intentions brewing just steps away. The view from up there was mesmerizing; the entire grandeur of the mansion lay spread before him, an architectural masterpiece that could captivate anyone who laid eyes on it.As instructed by Bella, George leaned forward to grip the railing, eager to drink in the breathtaking panorama. His eyes traced the lines of the massive portrait of their first alpha, a symbol of power and legacy that dominated the mansion’s grand hall. The golden chandeliers bathed every corner in a soft, radiant glow, making the entire place seem like a dream.But Bella’s thoughts were far from the beauty surrounding them. Her eyes darted toward the railing, calculating the precise moment and position to act. Each step she took brought her closer to her goal. She could almost feel the cold metal under her palms as she imagined shoving him over,
"We all gather here today with tremendous responsibility toward this pack. Each of you stands ready and eager to shoulder this burden and to make your mark on history. This day will be remembered, my elders, as the day we gave everything for our pack." He paused, letting his gaze sweep across the faces of the elders, ensuring his words took root before continuing, "And today, I stand with you—the guardians of this pack in spirit and in light—those who have its best interests at heart. I stand with you all."The elders rose to their feet, their cheers filling the room as they echoed the Alpha's words. The roar of their voices was a testament to the power of his speech, a surge of motivation that electrified the air and the people in the room.Luke, who had stood earlier, watched the scene unfold. Satisfaction mingled with a pang of jealousy in his heart. The pack was ready, eager for war, just as he had hoped. Yet the inspiration had come from the Alpha, not him. Nonetheless, he was d
Camilla was certain she hadn't left the door ajar, so when she heard the faint creak, she signaled Lawrence to check. He moved with the quiet grace of a predator, his senses sharp as he approached the door. As Lawrence opened it, a young man, a wolf of beta origin, stood there, his breath slightly uneven. Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered his message, “The gamma group has arrived, sir. They're ready.”Lawrence's expression remained unreadable, though inside, a flicker of annoyance sparked. He had planned to visit his army at the training arena, but the timing of this interruption soured his mood. The pleasure of his private moment with Camilla had been rudely stolen by duty.He lingered at the doorway, his mind torn between the call of responsibility and the warmth he'd just left behind. His eyes, cold as ice, locked onto the young wolf. “I’ll be there shortly,” he replied, his voice devoid of warmth, clearly communicating his displeasure.As he closed the door and turned b
Camilla’s gaze was locked on Lawrence, her attention fully consumed by his unwavering focus on the fight before him. The clash between the two men in the ring was nothing more than background noise to her, their struggle a mere blur as she watched Lawrence's intense concentration on the fight.His eyes, sharp and unyielding, remained fixed on the combatants, betraying no sign of distraction or interest in anything beyond their fierce contest.Seated amidst a crowd of children, Camilla shifted occasionally, hoping to catch Lawrence’s eye. Yet he remained oblivious to her presence, his neck motionless, his gaze unbroken. The cacophony of cheers and roars from the crowd filled the air, their voices rising and falling in a rhythmic chant that seemed to drive the fighters to greater heights of brutality. The two men in the ring were locked in a relentless struggle; each blow they exchanged met with a surge of fervor from the onlookers. Their movements were a dance of aggression, a display
The air in the room crackled with tension, thick and suffocating. Maxwell knew there was no turning back now. The men before him were strangers, their faces unfamiliar, but their intent was clear. The confrontation was inevitable.Maxwell's beta wolves flanked him, their eyes burning with anticipation, muscles coiled like springs ready to snap. Every instinct in Maxwell’s body screamed that these men were here for a fight, and his wolves were more than eager to oblige. Yet he forced himself to ask, “What do you want? “Why are you here?”The question felt almost pointless, a formality before the storm broke. Maxwell could feel the raw aggression in the air, a powder keg waiting for a spark. The leader of the intruders, a silent, imposing figure, moved closer, his eyes locked on Maxwell’s. He didn’t bother to answer, his silence more menacing than words ever could be.Maxwell hesitated. As much as he wanted to tear into these intruders, he knew better than to rush headlong into a fight
Lawrence strode purposefully towards the arena, his steps firm despite the unease that gnawed at him. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived: the victor of the match had emerged, a gamma wolf whose triumph was marked by a raised hand from the referee and the roar of cheers of the crowd. Yet, Lawrence's relief was tempered by doubt—was this truly the right choice for the position? Does he really deserve to take this position?As Lawrence entered the arena, a profound silence fell over the crowd. The cheers and clamour that had filled the air moments before evaporated, replaced by an expectant hush. The eyes of every spectator turned towards him, their anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Lawrence surveyed the sea of faces briefly before beginning his address.“You have all witnessed today’s events,” Lawrence began, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “You can attest to the fact that this man has earned the right to lead the Gamma clan.” He paused, casting a fleeting bu
The voice that commanded their attention was familiar to the beta wolves. They all turned to see who had the audacity to interrupt their fight with the intruders. It was Maxwell, breathing heavily, the strain of battle etched on his face. He had managed to break free from the grip of the intruders' leader, and now, taking a few steps back, he raised his hand—a signal to halt.“We need to stop now. This is unnecessary,” Maxwell called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. His words were firm, carrying the weight of authority, yet tinged with a plea for reason. He glanced at the leader of the intruders, watching closely to see if he would heed the call or rush forward to continue their brutal clash.Maxwell's fellow beta wolves hesitated, their aggression cooling as they turned their ears to his words. His voice, surprisingly loud and resolute, echoed in the tense air.“What is your mission here in the first place?” Maxwell demanded, his eyes locking onto the intruders' leader. The
The man took a step back from Maxwell's crumpled form, his gaze fixed intently on the fallen leader as he groaned in agony on the cold ground where he left him for life to drain out of Maxwell. With a satisfied sneer, he turned away, heading back toward his own men, his posture exuding triumph.The rest of the beta wolves’s entourage, now visibly on edge, shuffled nervously, their earlier confidence wavering in the face of Maxwell’s apparent defeat. They braced themselves, readying for whatever might come next, their leader’s incapacitation casting a shadow of uncertainty over their ranks.As the man approached his own group, their eyes darted between Maxwell's prone form and their leader’s retreating back, unease palpable in the tense air. The man was about to rejoin his comrades when a sudden, unexpected voice cut through the tension, stopping him in his tracks."I guess you missed," Maxwell's voice rang out, laced with a smirk. He had somehow managed to rise from the ground, his