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Chapter Thirty-eight
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2025-10-07 14:28:24Alpha’s Fury
The great hall of the Blood Moon Pack trembled beneath the force of Derrick’s roar.
Every torch along the stone walls flickered violently, the flames bending away from him as his rage shook the air. Shards of shattered glass littered the floor, the remains of the mirror he had smashed with his bare hand.
“She humiliated me!” he snarled, pacing like a caged beast. “In front of my warriors. In front of my pack!”
Blood dripped from his knuckles, but he didn’t notice. His amber eyes glowed brighter than the torches, his chest heaving with each furious breath.
Mona stood at the far end of the hall, silent and poised, her golden gown glimmering like a serpent’s scales. She had dismissed the guards earlier — wisely. When Derrick’s temper erupted like this, witnesses rarely survived.
“She bled me,” Derrick growled, his voice cracking with fury. “That… witch. That cursed shadow of a woman. I should’ve killed her when I had the chance.”
Mona tilted her head slightly, her voice soft but deliberate. “You still can.”
He froze mid-step, his chest rising and falling, his claws digging into the stone floor. “She’s hiding behind Lucien now. The Shadow King protects what’s his.”
Mona’s lips curved. “Then stop thinking like a wolf, Derrick. Think like a hunter.”
He turned to her, eyes burning. “You speak as if it’s easy.”
“It’s not easy,” Mona replied, stepping closer. “But it’s possible. Lucien’s realm is bound by magic — old, ancient magic that feeds on balance. If she’s drawing from his power, then she’s bound by it too.”
Derrick frowned, his anger pausing just long enough for curiosity to seep in. “Meaning?”
“Meaning,” Mona said slowly, her tone dripping with cunning, “that you don’t need to reach her. You only need to disrupt the balance she depends on. Pull one thread from the Shadow King’s weave, and the entire tapestry collapses.”
He studied her closely, suspicion warring with the temptation in her words. “You speak as though you know his kind.”
Mona smiled faintly. “I know enough. The darkness Lucien commands isn’t infinite — it’s a cage, one he built to control himself. But the moment emotion bleeds into it…” She leaned in, her voice a whisper. “It unravels.”
Derrick narrowed his eyes. “Emotion?”
Mona met his gaze, her golden eyes gleaming. “He feels something for her. You saw it — the way she moves with his power, the way his shadows shield her even when she defies him.”
The idea struck Derrick like a blow. For a moment, the hall fell silent.
Then, slowly, his lips curled into a cruel smile. “You think Lucien’s weakness is her?”
Mona’s voice was soft, but her gaze was sharp as a blade. “I know it is.”
Derrick’s smirk deepened, the anger twisting into something far darker. “Then I’ll break him through her. Make him watch as I destroy what he tried to protect.”
Mona’s expression softened — but only on the surface. “You could. But why destroy her now when you can use her?”
Derrick’s brow furrowed. “Use her?”
“Yes,” Mona murmured, pacing slowly around him. “The pack whispers about her strength. Some are afraid of her — others, curious. If she returns, the balance of loyalty will shift. Let her come closer, let her think she’s winning. Then, when the time is right, crush her before every wolf who ever doubted you.”
Her voice was silk and venom intertwined. “Let them see their savior fall. Let them see that even the Shadow King’s power bends to you.”
Derrick’s breathing slowed. The storm in his eyes dimmed, replaced by cold focus. “You’d have me bait her again?”
Mona’s smile sharpened. “Yes. But this time, not with blood. With hope.”
He stared at her for a long moment, then laughed — low and cruel. “You really are poison, Mona.”
She inclined her head gracefully. “And yet, Alpha, you drink.”
The hall went quiet again, save for the faint crackle of torches.
Derrick turned toward the shattered mirror, watching his reflection in the broken glass. His chest still bore the faint scar where Kimberly’s blade had cut him — a reminder, glowing faintly against his skin.
“She marked me,” he said softly, almost to himself. “I’ll return the favor.”
Mona’s smile faded slightly as she watched him — not with pity, but with calculation. She had fanned the fire perfectly. Derrick’s obsession would consume him now, and she would be waiting when it did.
Because once he burned himself out, only one Alpha would remain to rule the ashes.
And it wouldn’t be Derrick.
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