Chapter 27: Prophecy

ALEXANDER

“Why are you doing all this?” I asked Alpha Damon.

He clearly hadn’t expected the question. Surprise creased his face, and for a moment, he said nothing.

I held his gaze, then shook my head.

“You may be able to fool everyone else, but you’ll never fool me. You don’t have feelings for me, and all this won’t change anything. I think you should end this game you’re playing. My father was here earlier, but neither he nor anyone else can change my mind. If I get the chance, I will leave the pack.”

Alpha Damon’s face darkened, and he glared at me.

“Why?” he demanded. “Why can’t I make up for the mistakes I made? Why?”

I sneered at him.

“One time is a mistake. Twice is not. Repeatedly? That’s intention. That’s exactly what you chose to do. So stop calling it a mistake.”

His jaw tightened. Then he let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” he said coldly. “I forced you to sleep with those men. I forced myself on you. None of it was a mistake. It was all exactly what I wanted to do. Yes. But that still doesn’t mean I’ll let you go, Alexander. I will never let you go.”

He stared at me with icy finality.

I had never had any hope to begin with, so his words did nothing to me. I simply lay back on the bed and said softly, “I want to be alone.”

I heard the crack of bones shifting, but I didn’t even bother to look at him.

Over the next few days, Alpha Damon didn’t come to my room. Instead, Christina brought me news, telling me that he and Chris had nearly come to blows because of me.

I could hardly believe it.

Then Christina said, “The invaders are willing to negotiate with the pack. They’re offering trade. All they want is a place to establish their own pack, and they’re willing to swear a blood oath not to start any aggression against us.”

I looked at her and replied, “I’m not interested in that.”

Christina simply nodded. After clearing away the plates, she left.

That night, Christina took me to the garden to meet Chris again.

His lips curled into a smile before he suddenly asked, “Do you want to see your stepsister again?”

My eyes widened in shock, and I blurted out, “Is Tracy still alive?”

Chris chuckled darkly and sneered. “She was never dead. She has always been alive.”

Then he shook his head and added, “I don’t know what Damon ever saw in your sister. You’re prettier than she is, much stronger too… and your wolf scent…”

He inhaled deeply, a blissful look crossing his face, then muttered, “Intoxicating.”

A grin spread across his lips. “I can’t wait to take you away.”

“You may never get the chance.”

Alpha Damon’s cold voice cut through the air from several meters away.

Step by step, he approached us. I turned toward him, wondering how long he had been standing there, listening.

Chris showed no sign of anger. He only grinned and replied, “Never say never.”

Alpha Damon stopped beside me. He didn’t even glance in my direction as he declared confidently, “She is my wife, and though she may also be your mate, I have no intention of sharing her with you.”

Chris looked at him and shot back, “What if you were forced to choose between her and Tracy? Who would you pick—her, or your childhood sweetheart?”

It was the second time I had seen Alpha Damon lose his composure in front of him.

He immediately asked, his voice sharp with impatience, “Tracy is alive? Where is she? Tell me where she is!”

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and demanded, “Quickly! Tell me—where is she? Where is Tracy?”

Chris chuckled and looked at him mockingly. “She isn’t dead. I know exactly where she is.”

Alpha Damon began to plead. “Please, tell me. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Name your price—my throne as Alpha of the pack, anything. Uncle, I’ll give it to you. Just tell me, where is Tracy?”

Chris smirked. “Are you sure?”

“Cut the crap and tell me where she is,” Alpha Damon snapped.

Chris turned to me with an evil grin before replying, “Hand Alexander over to me, and then I’ll tell you where Tracy is.”

Alpha Damon stiffened. Then he looked at me, then back at Chris.

I was stunned by his hesitation. I had thought he would agree without a second thought.

Suddenly, Alpha Damon laughed and mocked, “I should have expected this. You don’t know where she is.”

Chris chuckled confidently. “I never claim what I cannot do. I’ll bring her back to the pack myself, and then you’ll have to choose between Tracy and Alexander. You’d better make your decision before it’s too late.”

With that, Chris leaped into the air and vanished from sight.

I turned to Alpha Damon, who stood in silence. From the deep furrow in his brows, I could tell he believed every word Chris had just said.

At that moment, I knew my stepsister had never been dead.

But one strange thought lingered in my mind: would he really choose me over her?

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

I laughed bitterly at myself for being so delusional—for ever believing Alpha Damon would choose me over the love of his life.

I left the garden with my head lowered. He didn’t try to stop me.

When I returned to my room, Christina came in and said softly, “My Lady, I hope you will consider the Alpha. There is a prophecy that if you leave him, the pack will fall.”