chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Federico walked back and forth in his study, his keen eyes scanning the large room, which was softly lit by the flickering fireplace. He mulled over the recent news he had gotten from Mack's group - a proposal of marriage. Addressing *Azalea.*

"Incredible," muttered Federico through gritted teeth, his fists tightly clenched. After years of hard work, he had built up his empire and gained the admiration and intimidation of both Lycans and wolves. Getting married was the least of his concerns, especially to a woman whose family had nothing to bring to the table besides the diminishing status of an old lineage.

The large man named Gabe, his most trusted ally, entered through the creaking door. Having been by Federico's side during numerous battles and shady negotiations, Gabe understood the Prince better than anyone else.

"O Great One," Gabe started, speaking with a quiet and deferential tone. Mack's message was received earlier today. "They're advocating for the marriage proposal to strengthen an alliance."

Federico's gaze became shaded as he shifted his focus to Gabe. "What is going through their minds?" "Do they think giving me a damaged Luna will make me submit to their demands?"

Gabe advanced, his enormous figure towering near the fireplace. This is a strategic decision made by them. They believe that by incorporating Azalea into our pack through marriage, they will receive security and strengthen their position. However, I doubt their motives.

Federico curled his lip in disdain. Azalea is causing a diversion. They believe that if they hand her over to me, I will ignore any deceit they are planning.

He walked purposefully to his desk, leaning on it with a frown on his face. "Convey a message to Mack and Ophelia." I have no interest in being part of this union. They are mistaken if they think I will marry a fragile Luna.

Gabe lifted one eyebrow before nodding in agreement. Got it. Should I get ready to give a formal answer?"

Federico gave a brief nod. "Ensure that they understand." I am not interested in Azalea or their proposal. They are capable of managing their matters. I don't have any time for these games.

While Gabe was leaving, Federico said, "And don't forget to watch over them." I do not have confidence in their desperation. They might attempt something reckless.

Gabe exited the room after giving a small bow, already planning the message to send.

The children were excited to go to the amusement park, full of anticipation for the rides and games.

Later that night—Mack's group

The meal was calm and peaceful. Silent.

Azalea sat at the lengthy, polished table, her hands calmly placed in her lap, gazing at the meal placed on the table. All members of the pack were present, the room heavy with atmosphere. Ophelia remained at the front, her gaze fixed on Azalea without wavering. Mack was nervously looking between the two women while sitting beside her.

At last, Ophelia spoke up. Azalea, you must prepare yourself. The marriage to the Lycan Prince has been set up. You will be departing shortly to see him.

Azalea's fork halted in the middle of the air, but she remained silent. Although her facial expression remained serene, her internal emotions were tumultuous like a storm. For days, she had sensed that something was wrong - that they were scheming against her. And now, it was exposed: they intended to use her as a tool for negotiation.

Mack acknowledged the challenge, his voice strained, in an attempt to alleviate the tension. This method is the most effective way to guarantee the pack's survival and protect you. Federico possesses strength. "He can offer you—”

Azalea's fork made a loud clatter against the plate, the sound resonating in the room as she shifted her attention to Mack. Her formerly gentle expression had transformed into a tough and inscrutable one. However, she remained silent.

Ophelia shared a look with Mack, a taut smile forming on her lips. Azalea, you need to understand that this is your fate. It was never intended for you to be Luna in this place. I am the one who has that role. However, serving as Federico's companion will give you a fresh sense of direction.

Azalea stayed silent, her stare unwavering. Mack squirmed next to Ophelia, visibly uneasy with the situation that was developing. He had expected a response of some kind - anger, resentment, anything - but this silence was much more unbearable.

Ophelia's voice became more intense, with a touch of impatience starting to show. Azalea, you are not allowed to remain here. This place is no longer your residence. When you chose not to forgive, you started the process in motion.

Azalea remained silent, her fingers tightening around the chair's edge, her knuckles becoming pale. No matter how hard they tried to push her, she refused to let them see her crack.

Feeling irritated by Azalea's reluctance to participate, Ophelia sighed and moved her plate aside. Okay. If you decide to stay quiet, then that's fine. However, you will not reject this partnership. Tomorrow, you will depart to meet the Lycan Prince. It doesn't matter if you speak or not.

Azalea quickly glanced at Mack, hoping to see some resistance, a flicker of care in his eyes, a possibility that he might end the madness. However, his expression showed total surrender. She noticed the remorse and shame in his eyes, yet it wasn't sufficient.

It would always fall short.

Despite many challenges, the team persevered and eventually achieved success.

The following day—Federico's property

Gabe brought back to Federico's study the sealed letter that was in Mack and Ophelia's pack. Federico opened the seal and read the message, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"They are desperate," he murmured, throwing the letter away.

"Is it necessary to enhance security measures?" Gabe inquired, picking up on his leader's discomfort.

Federico made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Negative. They pose no danger. However, make sure to listen carefully. If they are so determined to give me the responsibility of taking care of Azalea, they must have a secret they are trying to conceal.

Gabe took a step back, nodding as Federico's mind raced.

"‘Azalea,’ he whispered, pondering to himself, ‘what is their goal with all of this?’"

Federico had no interest in the marriage. However, their eagerness to get rid of her implied that there was a higher value in play than

just allying.

And he aimed to discover the nature of it.