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163Christoff Celene had always been a feisty character. Although years of neglect and negligence from her father and those supposed to care for her, turned her meek, and mellow, yearning for love. Despite that I'd always known she was feisty, I'd seen it in the way she preserved red, the way she stood up for herself despite being scared of her stepmother at first I'd fallen in love with that spirit, but it was her meekness, her dependence on me that had sealed the deal.I'd always known I would be Alpha. Being an orphan almost all my life, I'd been thrown into a sea of danger, no one cared forced into being a mercenary then a warrior fighting wars, I never caused, it was during that period I found Violet Pack.Free of war and rich beyond my years, shocked by the kindness of its people, they welcomed me and I felt like I belonged, and yet hidden beyond those positives was an underlying darkness.The Alpha is weak, his children unworthy, and his wife a power-hungry woman slowly taki

165ValerieChristoff’s stood before me relaxed, his hands placed on the hilt of his weapon. His eyes were tainted with a smile, a very cocky one, his brows perfectly arched in confidence, as though he was in charge.At a glance, I am enclosed by a group of men, some of whom were once mine. Men who had sworn loyalty to the crown. But that ship had sailed, they were his men, each held a weapon, pointed at me, all except Christoff himself, whose fingers graze at his weapon a smile on his face, but he doesn't unsheath it.He stepped closer with a swagger, his chest puffed in triumph—the fool “Valarie step down now while I am being nice. I Christoff Walmart, am here to claim the throne.”I chuckled, unbothered by the sharp edges of the swords around me, they couldn't harm me, “is that so?” I purred, slinking through the hall, “ On whose orders?”Christoff frowned, his eyes following my every step, “On mine. The throne doesn't belong to you. It's right Alpha. Alpha Daniel is missing possi

167CeleneValerie's staff vibrated, and the air thickened until it was hard to breathe, christoff whizzed in pain, and his finger struggled around his neck, “let Christoff go.” I ordered, clenching my fist, despite my hate for him I didn't want him to die. Valerie three men a knowing look, her eyes curved into crescents, “Even in the middle of this, you still show him mercy, pathetic.” “I didn't have to explain myself to you. This fight is between us, I will not allow anyone to get hurt because of me.” Valerie rolled her eyes, annoyance flashing within her now purple irises, “yet how many times has he put you in danger? You are just like your mother, always thinking about people who will never choose you.”Don't mention my mother. You have no right.” I snapped through gritted teeth. Valerie doesn't flinch at my outburst, her lips curved into a sinister smile, filled with threats “ Or else?”I stood my ground, the scent of dust and fear thick in the air around me as I stared bac

169CeleneI thought I could control myself, that I would be happy once Valerie had been caught and brought to justice.I believed I would be happy with her being put in jail and paying for her sins that all I needed for everything to be put back in their rightful place was to patiently wait for Mondrian to save my father.I had been wrong. In all of my beliefs, Valerie’s words had changed all of that.“Your father's life is in my hands. Kill me and you kill him, Celene.”I had been foolish, foolish enough to believe I could make a change, although she had been caught, Valerie still had a stronghold of this kingdom, for years she had planned for this moment, scheming and changing until everything had fallen in place for her, and I had been nothing but a setback, yet I couldn't believe it, I couldn't let it go.“After everything I had done. Everything I knew. How could it turn out this way.” I groaned, rubbing my face into the palm of my hands.I felt the burning gaze of the people, th

171 Celene A wave of silence swept through the crowd, like a tidal wave in the middle of summer, deafening and destructive. Christoff stood back, dressed in black slacks and a top, his armor nowhere to be seen, without them he looked different, safe. Coupled with his ever-charming smile he stood tall and harmless, except for the dark wooden staff emitting dark light, and his hands were currently placed on, that once belonged to Valerie. My eyes raked over the body of the said woman, her body battered and broken, thrown farther into the room like a rag doll and her dark purple eyes forever widened in surprise as though the thought of anyone—Christoff using her own staff against her never occurred to her. The thought of it replayed before my eyes. I could still see her shock, the flash of annoyance the moment Cristoff had stepped forward revealing the staff. Valerie sneered, her eyes viciously slanted as she pointed, “What are you doing with that? Give it back?” Christoff tilte