LOGINThe General's POV Getting into Marco’s estate felt like a simple game. The men the boss gave me did their jobs perfectly. They handled the entry and cleared the way while I focused on the only reason I was there. Alia. “Satellite trackers, new ammunition, renovation of the facility, and you also requested three hundred trained guards for starters?” the man on the phone asked. “Yes,” I replied, smiling. I could not hide it. Three hundred men under my command. The thought alone filled me with excitement. The man on the phone sighed after every sentence. He sounded irritated, but I did not care. Alia was tied up at the corner of the compound. “I also asked for more lab supplies for—” “Do not push your luck,” he cut in. “This is all the boss approved. Nothing more.” “You should be careful how you speak to me,” I said calmly. “One day, you might be one of the guards placed under my command.” “You wish,” he replied. Before I could answer, another call came through. It was from th
Lira's POV “Who was that on the phone?” I asked Lord Marco. “It was just Alia,” he replied quickly. “She wanted to know how I’m doing.” “If she calls again, I want to speak with her,” I said, keeping my voice firm. “Why?” he asked, his tone turning wary. “It’s been a while since we last spoke. That’s all,” I said. Before he could respond, Damien walked into the room. “The council is about to convene,” he said, his voice strong and steady. “You will stand before them and explain yourself. I’ll be there as well. I would have preferred to judge this myself now that I’ve reclaimed my position, but the ceremony isn’t complete. Until it is, you answer to the council, and I am part of it.” Lord Marco nodded. He looked troubled, like his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. The guards stepped in, and Lord Marco rose to his feet. Sam followed close behind him. Damien and I walked at the back. “I really hope he’s innocent,” I said quietly. “I don’t think he’d do anything that would
The General's POV When we finally arrived, the place was dead silent. Laketown was named by the boss himself. It was never like this. It was usually full of noise and people moving about. But whenever the boss called for a meeting, the town was always cleared out.The guard drove us to the entrance and stopped there, just as I had forced him to do. The moment the truck came to a halt, two armed men stepped out of the shadows. Their armour was heavy and refined, the kind men like me could only dream of wearing.“You were told to come alone,” one of them said.“I…” I started.I didn’t get the chance to finish. One of them raised his gun and shot the guard in the head. He dropped instantly, his body hitting the ground without a sound.“Next time, you listen to instructions,” the man said calmly.“I wanted to say he’s my captive,” I snapped.“We don’t care,” the other replied. “Follow us. The boss is waiting.”We didn’t walk far before one of the guards pressed a hand against my chest, s
The General's POV I moved through the passageway toward the human borders on the night of the red moon. Every step sent pain up my leg, but I did not slow down. I could not afford to. I needed to get to my brother’s house quickly. There was work to be done, and I had already lost too much time.When I reached the entrance, something caught my attention. A truck sat at the corner, hidden under camouflage and leaves. I knew immediately it was not mine. That could only mean one thing. My brother was nearby, or at least his men were still within the werewolf lands.I did not hesitate. He would come back eventually. He always did. I pulled some of the leaves aside, climbed into the back of the truck, and settled in. Then I stayed still and waited.I was starting to get frustrated waiting for someone to move the truck. The hours dragged on, slow and heavy. My leg throbbed, and the air inside the truck felt tight.After a while, I heard voices outside.“The two of you,” one man said, “go in
Lord Marco's POV I sat quietly through the rest of the ceremony, keeping my face calm, keeping my breathing steady. I could not afford to let anything show. Too many eyes were watching. Too many things were already out of place, and I needed control over at least myself.That was when Divine approached me.“It’s surreal, isn’t it?” she said.Her voice caught my attention, and I turned to look at her.“It’s been a while since I’ve seen something like this,” she continued.“Yeah,” I replied. “It is.”She looked at me closely. Then she spoke again.“I’ve been watching you from where I sat,” she said. “All the phone calls you’ve been making.”My chest tightened slightly, but I did not react.“You know,” she continued, her voice lower now, “I told him that you might ruin our plans. He kept doubting me. But I can’t let anything ruin what I’ve already set into motion.”Before I could speak, before I could even fully process what she was saying, everything happened at once.She quickly moved
Lira's POV It was my first time witnessing something like this. An honourable burial. Aragon lived up to his duties and deserved every bit of it. I was surprised when Alura came forward. She knelt before Damien and pledged her sword to him. I realised that they wanted to take advantage of the burial to make Damien the Alpha again. Everyone bowed to him. And I had no choice but to do the same. It felt different this time, not like how it used to feel.When I was a gamma, I didn't hesitate to bow or keep quiet whenever he spoke. But now, I felt almost like his equal. As I bowed, I noticed Lord Marco in the corner of the yard. He wasn't paying attention to the ceremony. Instead, he was on his phone. As expected, one of the Betas approached him. I cut through the crowd to meet them before the matter escalated.“He's new here and doesn't understand the rules,” I said, cutting in. “I'll take it from here.”Lord Marco looked like he was bothered about something. And he kept his phone too







