บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Damon’s POVElder Emma folded her hands over the table. “We have very little time. The council will convene today, although I’m not sure if all of them will come but some are already swayed. As I told you, Elder Bragg and his allies plan to press a vote of no confidence and they will probably try to seat an acting Alpha. If they are successful even for one night, they will consolidate power. That means that Darius will make his move.” My jaw tightened. The room seemed to tilt slightly, Darius. It was always him, somehow the venom and history between us tangled itself like a noose around my neck. Elder Emma’s voice was steady as she continued. “Although I don’t know if they will make their final move today, you must take the Alpha seat today in council. No sitting or standing, you will walk straight to that seat and sit in it. That’s how you demonstrate your authority to these elders, you already put your foot in the door with the last council meeting.” She said, her eyes squinted sl

Mara’s POV Ryan’s phone rang in the middle of the silent room. There was an ongoing quiet rhythm as everyone had their share of the background work. Ryan stepped away to answer the call. His voice was lowered, but there was a tension behind it. I didn’t pay much attention to him at first because my mind had been scattered since the meeting with Elder Summers, there was a lot going on and I didn’t want anyone to add me and Damon being in a relationship. “Alpha,” he said carefully, “we may have found something.” Damon didn’t look up right away. He had been writing orders for the patrols and reassigning border units with our help. He wanted to make sure that everyone, every single scout around the Stormdawn perimeter were men and women that were tested and trusted. His hand stilled mid-sentence. “Okay… Go on.” Ryan took a few steps closer, a tab in his hand. “The Archives Division called, they’ve uncovered some records from the old registry… this one predates your father’s reforms.

Mara’s POV Zeta spoke up, scratching his chin. “Amber… Amber… and her surname starts with an R… maybe she is an aunt or something of yours. These archives clearly were taken quite early so she wasn’t married then. She can’t bear your surname so early unless she’s an aunt.” Damon looked up, “People have been known to look like aunts and uncles but is it possible that the white wolf you think is your mom is actually an aunt.”“I don’t know… this whole thing is so confusing.” But I could sense it, there was something about the white wolf, it didn’t feel like an aunt or relative. It felt like blood, she felt like my blood. “Ryan,” he said, his voice calm and precise. “Make sure all traces of us looking for this document are sealed. We should have the copy made as well. I want it secured under my personal archives until further notice.” Ryan nodded. “Understood.” Zeta looked between us. “So what happens now? We aren’t even sure that the white wolf is her actual birth mother…” he look

Mara’s POV Elder Royce, a stout man with a beard that was almost gray, cleared his throat. “Alpha,” he said carefully, “We were told some members were… occupied. They are meeting elsewhere. On… other matters.” Damon’s jaw clenched. “Other matters? What other matters supersede the council meeting?”Another elder known as Elder Gregory, I remembered his name because he had challenged my father once. He spoke up, his tone even more bold. “They are all meeting with your brother, Alpha Darius. He called for a discussion regarding matters that are pressing to him, with Elder Bragg and…well, I believe you can see all the elders not present.” “And they decided to split the council into two for his pressing matters.” Damon finished for him, voice low. A thick silence fell in the council chamber. Zeta muttered under his breath, “The Alpha’s brother moves fast and backed by that fucking elder Elder Bragg.”Ryan leaned in, whispering so only Damon, Zeta and I could hear. “Darius is obviously

Darius’s POVTonight would be the burial of my brother’s reign as Alpha, the private chamber of the Alpha’s den was filled to the teeth with different Elders and their behavior made it look like we had indeed gathered for a funeral. Elder Bragg sat at the other end of the long table, his hands were held together like a priest who was about to give his best sermon yet. His wife had come to this meeting with him, perched at his side; she was overdressed as always and her sharp eyes darted from one elder to another, almost daring one to point out that she wasn’t even an Elder in council. The remaining elders, Veyla, Harold, Draith and others sat on either side whispering between themselves as if they were afraid that the walls could hear. Elder Bragg cleared his throat, temporarily silencing the room. His voice was rolled deep and deliberate, it was the evidence of his self righteousness. “It really gladdens my heart,” he began, “to see that there are still wolves with their heads sc