All Chapters of The Making of a King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ATTICUS POV We stretch a second before turning the next page in one of the books Logan sent us.We have been reading Alpha leadership books for hours now and we feel better about leading a group of people. Each book has covered different issues that have been plaguing our mind. Topics such as finances, diplomacy, and even counseling roles. No wonder Patrick Thurman was such a good Alpha. He had all this study material at his disposal and it seems he used it. "knock" "knock" the sound rings out seconds before my office door opens and Karina's face pops in smiling. "Hey, got a second? I wanted to update you on Mrs. Frost and Mrs. Harris," Karina asks and we nod eagerly while closing the thick book. "Good," she responds as she steps in and closes the door behind her. We take the brief second her back is turned to check her out and instantly grow stiff.Her worn out jeans are hugging every curve of her lower body. Her plain light blue t-shirt isn't revealing, but it looks so sof

ATTICUS POV The gentle breeze of the night tickles our nose as we watch the trees sway. Possible scenarios and bad thoughts have been torturing our mind ever since we came upstairs. Hurting one of our loyal agents wasn't something we planned on doing. Pity for Layla's pain is turning our insides. The lone wolves have murdered at least one wolf and we decided to give them a second chance. They didn't have to kill, but they did. They chose the worst course of action every since leaving the Kincaid pack and we felt bad for them because of Rupert. We felt like they were the same as us, but now that we have thought about it more we feel like we were wrong.What have we done? Just because someone bad hurt them we decided it was okay they hurt others. We should have killed them on the spot, but the look in their eyes made us soft. We can't save everyone we have a pack to protect. We sigh harshly and close our eyes. Just as despair threatens to swallow us our favorite scent begins to

ATTICUS POV Our body twitches and flexes as we watch our mate board the train. How she convinced us to let her go is still baffling us. We gave the agent accompanying her strict orders but something could still happen to her. She is going to a place of conflict. Conflict in Outcast. We can't believe it. Every book we have read says Outcast has never had any issues. It's design has always served it's purpose well. But now they are having issues. Now that we are King it is having problems. Worst case scenarios begin to run through our mind. We begin to picture pain and blood covering Karina's face. Our vision blurs as a tornado of white-hot terror explodes inside our chest. "Atticus, I will be okay," Karina calls over her shoulder and we blink rapidly so we can focus on her face before nodding. She is rubbing her chest as she looks me over and we quickly realize she felt our fear once again. "We will see you when you return," we manage to say, and she nods before blowing us

KARINA POV "Not much can be done," Chloe says softly after my thought escapes my mouth."I mean no one could have predicted this," she adds as I stay silently moving back and forth. I can feel their eyes on me, but I can't contain my stress. Atticus is just becoming comfortable with leading Pack Kincaid. He isn't ready to lead the World or deal with a people that have no wolves. He himself is a half-shifted wolf. These "humans" won't even know what to think of him. "Queen Karina, I am...," Gwen starts to say before a boom outside the window silences her. The glass panes shake as we all freeze and look toward the window. A large plume of black smoke about ten miles away becomes almost immediately visible. "What the world," Chloe whispers as Gwen's desk phone begins to ring. Gwen presses a big green button on the phone's console and screams from the other end of the line instantly fill the small office. "Gwen! Gwen! The rejected housing has been bombed with some kind of mas

KARINA POVAtticus- We are coming. Suddenly a bolt of pain shoots up my back left leg and Althea whines harshly before disappearing completely. My exposed flesh hits the ground hard and I cry out. I look myself over quickly to take in the damage and bite my bottom lip as I see my wounds. The skin on my hands and knees are torn from the rough pavement of the sidewalk and my shin has a silver-tipped arrow sticking out of it. Great! There are attackers. There aren't just bombs going off and to make matters worse they are equipped with lethal weapons. "We heard you were here," a harsh voice snaps and I look around quickly to find a group of seven people eyeing me with hate from just around 20 yards away. I pull my legs under me quickly and wince as my injured leg screams due to the movement. I place one arm over my breasts and stare them down as they approach me. Looking as intimidating as possible is probably what Atticus and Chloe would do. Even though I am as vulnerable as a pup