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CHAPTER 4

Author: Afamefuna Nwanyibuife
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-21 05:57:03

Carlos POV

The heavy slam of boots echoed down the corridor. Two of our men stumbled into the hall, blood streaking down their faces.

“They’re here,” one gasped. “They’re here—Lars Everdell and his men!”

My father’s gaze turned sharply to me.

“Carlos, lock her in the room. Make sure he cannot see her, now! If he catches even a trace of her scent—”

My chest tightened. Amelia.

“But father….”

“Do as I say!”

I knew this would happen but I never thought this day was this close, the day I would kill the bastard.

My chest burned, but I obeyed sprinting back to the room. Amelia’s eyes widened the moment she saw me. I didn’t speak.

Amelia’s scent still clung to me, faint but maddening. What if Lars caught even a trace of it? My father’s voice replayed in my head. “Lock her in or it’s over..”

My claws dug into my palms. I hated leaving her, a part of me hated the thought of leaving her alone, while I stood here facing the bastard who had already taken so much from me.

I didn’t have enough time, I have to leave now. I shoved the lock into place, praying it would be enough, and tore back into the hall.

I wolfed out, the rage burned through my bones.

Lars Everdell. Just the thought of his name made my skin crawl, the bastard that killed my mother is finally in my territory, I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life.

I rushed out, ready to tear the bastard to pieces, my chest heaved.

I was too late.

By the time I returned, the stench of blood enveloped the air. My brothers lay scattered across the floor, groaning and writhing in pain, some too still. One tried to rise, his arm bent at a wrong angle, but Lars’s wolves pressed him down with a boot. They’d fought, but Lars men were way stronger.

Rage burned through my veins. This wasn’t just an attack, it was slaughter.

And then I saw him.

Lars Everdell. He still had that smug look on his face, I remember that look like it had been inscribed in the back of my head.

“Father!”

My father and his men were on the floor, how much more people does he want to take from me.

Lars’s gaze settled on my father, his smirk as vile as I remembered.

“Well, isn’t this a reunion,” he drawled.

“Still playing Alpha, even after I carved your mate from you? Do you still hear her scream at night?”

Lars chuckled darkly, lifting something from the ground.

“She begged, you know. Did he ever tell you that?” His eyes gleamed mockingly.

“Your mother’s last words were: please don’t kill my son, take me alone” He mimicked.

And you, her son, you’ve done nothing but hide behind your father ever since. Just like now.

And then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed it forward.

The sound of it hitting the dirt cracked through me.

Marta’s head.

Her lifeless eyes stared up at us, blood dripping from her severed neck.

“That,” Lars said coldly, “is the price of betrayal. Next time, it will be your entire pack.”

I stand up from besides my father’s bruised body ready to lunge at him and wipe off the dirty smirk from his face, but a hand suddenly stopped me…

“Carlos don’t!” It was my father.

I looked down at him, his eyes pleading

“Well this is surely a pleasure meeting you again.” Lars smirked down at Carlos raging face

“He can sense her, you would never be able to beat him alone, block her scent from reaching his. Now!” My father thought sounded in mine. I was the only one that could hear him.

I know he was right, but—

Lars advanced, but my father shoved himself upright staggering into his path. His body shook, blood dripping from his lip, yet his voice stayed steady.

“You want me, Everdell? Then face me. Leave my son out of this.”

Lars’s grin sharpened, his attention snapping back to him. “Still so eager to die first.”

My father stepped forward, blocking my view of Lars, his voice firm despite the blood staining his chest.

He was baiting him, I realized. Every insult, every word meant to draw Lars closer, to pull his gaze away from me.

My fists trembled at my sides. I wanted to fight, to tear into Lars until nothing was left of him.

“You talk big, Everdell, but you’ve never been anything more than a coward hiding behind your men.”

Lars’s smirk faltered for a heartbeat, his eyes narrowing as he turned fully to him. Just as my father intended.

“Go, now!” My fathers thoughts echoed in my mind again.

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