(Bastian’s POV)“Alpha Bastian Ravencross.” The servant announced as I stood outside the hall. The door was pushed open, I got to see the throne room and a chair was casually placed there. I believed it was for me, I walked in, kicking the chair to the side as I sat down with a cold, direct look on my face as I looked directly at the cowering Alpha on the throne, “Alpha Corwin Thorne.” He looked up at me, trying to maintain a dignified expression but I noticed the way he shivered and shook. It looked like it was true, the alpha was down with a sickly ailment. Things were getting interesting, I crossed my legs as I stared at the Alpha and asked, “ Aren't you afraid?” I leaned closer, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as I asked, “ Like your daughter had said, I take the pack from the inside.” His eyes burnt with fury, he slammed his hand on the throne. The sound echoing in the room as the smile on my face was wiped off, my eyes went cold as I asked, “What do you want?” The
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