Semua Bab Marked By The Alpha Who Never Was : Bab 21 - Bab 30

CHAPTER 22: THE TRUMP CARD.LIANA'S POV.Tension was high as both packs stood, facing each other with visible glare on their faces. We were on the verge of an all-out war breaking out. And whenever werewolves fight, the earth wails. Well, that's how it's said, or something like that, amongst our kind.It just meant that the outcome was going to be catastrophic. At least, no human was going to suffer casualty should an altercation break out as we were in a secluded environment. The atmosphere was ripe for an altercation, especially because a well-respected and beloved member of the Greyhound Pack, and the best fighter the pack had, was just killed - Erickson.Erickson and I never interacted much. He wasn't one to talk much, except when instructing his students during training sessions. He was committed to his duty to the pack. I'd sneak into the training facility and watch the others train. I never got to join them, since my wolf had not awakened. I'd be severely injured if I were t

CHAPTER 24: UNREASONABLE PERSISTENCE.The atmosphere at the Alpha's villa was gloomy. Everyone was sober. A bulk of them were mostly enraged. They were all dispersed, scattered around the villa in groups, according to their packs. Although they were all unified under one banner, they weren't so big on socializing with the other packs. Only as occasion demands. "Look at them, walking around like they own the place," a member of the West Bank Pack said to his companion from the same pack."Dude, they literally own the place. This has belonged to the Greyhound Pack since forever," his companion replied. "Technically, it belongs to all of us, Marty," he retorted."'Technically' does not make it officially ours," Marty responded."Whatever man. All I know is it belongs to us all. They'd better get off their high horse. It pisses me off seeing them walking around with their self-inflated pride. I'm sure a lot of us feel this way too," he defended. Marty shrugged, saying nothing further

CHAPTER 26: A GLIMPSE INTO THE PAST.LIANA'S POV.It was a beautiful and peaceful morning. I hummed as I went about doing the chores around the house, making sure to keep it clean and tidy.None of the men had dared to bother me after the public execution of Ned. It felt liberating to walk around without worrying. I was no longer walking around with a chip on my shoulders.Despite the circumstances, this place was starting to feel like home - a home I never had. Even my marriage to Carl in the future of my past reality didn't deliver me from the bad treatment and ostracization. The betas and omegas were compelled to show me respect. It was unoriginal. It was easy to spot the fakeness. The ostracization became subtle, but those who held higher positions in the pack were downright disrespectful. Being married to Carl seemed to have even made them hate me more. But here, with Trevor, we were all outcasts. We shared a similar trauma. No one looked hatefully at me. They just hadn't gotte

CHAPTER 28: WHAT STRANGE FEELING?T REVOR'S POV.Morgan Baxter was being escorted out of the house soon after he handed me the remaining documents that were faxed. I glared at him as I watched him walk out the door. "I thought your anger toward him would be abated by now, or would have reduced drastically," Mr Bruno said, having observed my countenance."My father used to have close dealings with that scumbag. We had no clue he only hovered like a vulture to feast on the carcasses of their demise," I said."That's people, Trevor. We are mostly self-driven, selfish," Mr Bruno wisely noted."Well, I loathe such people. The only thing that I get to do with such folks is just strictly business. After that, we have nothing to do with each other. Except an occasion necessitates that we get to meet again, and for business only," I said."I couldn't agree more," Mr Bruno concurred. "Anyway..." I got up on my feet, "I better go get ready." "Of course, Mr Vanderholt. I'll be waiting for you,

CHAPTER 30: THE TAKEOVER. LIANA'S POV.Until we got to our destination, I had no idea where we were going. Through the window, I sighted from afar the Vanderholt Tower - headquarters of the Van Group, a multinational conglomerate. It operates a variety of industries, from real estate, to hospitality, to mining, and in the past seventeen years, tech. I finally knew where we were headed. But I still wondered why he had me follow him, and dress this way. When we got to the gates, the security stopped the vehicles. The boom gates were not lifted. We saw that he spoke with the occupants of the vehicle ahead of us. Mr Bruno was in that car."What the hell's going on?" Trevor asked, sounding a bit impatient. He had that wicked look in his eyes. "What's going on?" Boraz asked through his comm. Then he turned and looked at Trevor. "The security is being quite stubborn." Trevor looked straight ahead, maintaining that wicked look. He said nothing.I then saw that the security personnel gra