Chapter 12

Lyra’s POV

“Unbelievable!” Alpha Damian’s roar echoed through the hall, shaking the walls and sending a shiver down my spine. His fists slammed against the table, they sound like thunder, silencing both me and my mother. I stood a few steps behind my mother, barely able to hide my smirk as the Alpha seethe with rage. I totally understood him as Davina's involvement with his son was an insult to him and the pack.

“A dumb girl? An Omega?” He scoffed, pacing the floor like a caged wolf. “How dare she? My son, the future Alpha of this pack, risking everything for someone like her?” His voice dripped with disgust.

Genevieve, my ever-calculating mother, strolled forward, in a gentle but firm voice. “Alpha, it’s unfortunate, but I felt it was my duty to inform you. Malcolm’s behavior… it’s unbecoming of someone in his position.”

Alpha Damian stopped pacing, as his piercing eyes narrowed as he looked at my mother. “You’ve done the right thing, Genevieve. This… this nonsense ends now.”

I stepped closer, acting like I was concerned. “Alpha, I know it’s not my place, but Malcolm needs to understand his responsibilities. He needs someone strong by his side, someone who can uphold the honor of this pack.”

The Alpha’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at me, nodding in agreement. “You’re right, Lyra. You are the only one fit to stand beside him. No dumb girl, no Omega will ever take your place.”

His words sent a thrill through me, but I kept my expression modest, dipping my head in gratitude. “Thank you, Alpha. I only want what’s best for Malcolm and the pack.”

Alpha Damian straightened, hardening his expression again. “I’ll handle this myself.” He gestured to one of the guards. “Bring Malcolm. Now.”

Mother and I exchanged a satisfied glance as we waited. Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall.

Malcolm entered, looking as confident as always, though his brows furrowed slightly when he saw us in the room. “Father,” he greeted, in a deep but respectful tone. Yet, he glanced between me and Mother, then back to the Alpha. I guess he was wondering what we were here for. “What’s going on?Why did you call me?”

“Sit,” Damian ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Malcolm hesitated for a moment before taking a seat at the long table. His gaze remained curious, but I could see the sign of uneasiness in his eyes.

Alpha wasted no time. “I have a question for you, Malcolm. And I want the truth.”

Malcolm leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. “Of course. What is it?”

“Tell me,” Alpha Damian began, his voice low and menacing, “what is your relationship with Davina the dumb omega?”

He widened his eyes, I bet he wasn't expecting the question. He blinked, just for a moment, before he quickly covered his shock. “I…what?”

“You heard me,” Alpha Damian said, raising his voice. “Don’t play dumb, Malcolm. I want an explanation, now. What is actually going on between you two?”

Malcolm glanced at me, then back at my mother, his jaw tightened. “Where is this coming from? Who told you that? Alpha.”

“That doesn’t matter,” the Alpha snapped. “Answer the damn question.”

Malcolm hesitated, as his gaze dropped to the table. “She’s… she’s just someone I know.”

“Someone you know?” Damian repeated, sounding sarcastic. “That’s the best you can do? Do you think I’m a fool, Malcolm?”

“Father…”

“Enough!” Damian bellowed, slamming his hand on the table. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been told everything. The sneaking around, the intimacy. Are you in a relationship with that dumb omega or not?”

Malcolm’s shoulders tensed, and for a moment, I thought he might deny it. But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yes,” he admitted, in a low and gentle voice. “I care about her. She's just an innocent girl suffering.”

I clenched my fists, as my nails dug into my palms. Just so I thought. Pity party. I rolled my eyes.

Alpha Damian’s face turned red with anger. “You care about her? She’s an Omega, Malcolm! A wolfless girl with no status, no strength, no future. She’s a liability. How could you? You have a mate.” he said, gesturing at me.

“She’s not a threat,” Malcolm said, trying to sound strong despite his father’s angry gaze on him.

“She’s kind, loyal, and…”

“And nothing,” Alpha Damian interrupted, almost yelling. “She’s a distraction. Do you understand what’s at stake here? Your future, the future of this pack. You don’t have the luxury of… of feelings, Malcolm. Not for someone like her.”

Malcolm’s jaw tightened, and I watched him grip the arms of his chair so tight. “I know my responsibilities, Father. But Davina isn’t…”

“She isn’t what? Worthy? Good enough?” Alpha Damian’s voice came out with sarcasm. “You’re right. She isn’t.”

“Father, please…”

“No!” Alpha Damian roared, cutting him off. “I’ve heard enough. This ends now, Malcolm. Do you hear me? Whatever you have with that girl, it’s over.”

Malcolm’s eyes widened, and his composure finally cracked. “You can’t…”

“I can,” Alpha Damian said coldly. “And I will. If you don’t end this… this ridiculous affair, you can forget about being my heir.”

The room fell silent. Malcolm stared at his father, as the weight of his words sank in.

“You can’t mean that,” Malcolm said quietly, though the desperation in his voice was clear.

“I mean every word,” Alpha Damian replied, in a stern tone. “You will end it, Malcolm. Or you will lose everything.”

I watched as Malcolm’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. He looked down, clenching his hands into fists. “Fine,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll end it.”

The Alpha nodded, satisfied. “Good. Make sure you do. For your sake.”

As Malcolm rose from his seat, I caught the brief glance of heartbreak in his eyes. He glanced at me for a moment, but I didn’t look away.

This was for the best. For him, for the pack, and for me. And I hope he doesn't go back on his words.