Novel & Cerita Cain The Conqueror

**Legacy Secured** One Year Later The Cain name had always been synonymous with power, legacy, and resilience. For decades, Eleanor and Daniel Cain had built their empire, brick by brick, battle by battle. Now, as Eleanor stood in the grand Cain Estate boardroom, she watched her son, Alexander, lead his first official shareholders’ meeting. He was no longer the young man stepping into his parents’ shadows. He was a leader in his own right. And today, he was about to prove it to the world.

"You’re going to have to be more specific." He chuckled. "Don’t play dumb. You didn’t just kill the Council. You dismantled an entire structure of control. And now?" He leaned in. "Now the world is a battlefield, and you just made it leaderless." Lena forced a laugh, though her throat burned. "Oh no. However will the rich and powerful recover?" The man smiled. "Quite easily, actually." Lena’s fingers curled into fists. "Who are you?" He studied her for a moment. "You can call me Jonas Cain."

Cain straightened his shirt and poured himself another drink, taking his time like we had all the time in the world for this conversation. “You know,” he said finally, swirling the whiskey in his glass, “I used to think I was fine with you being the heir. The chosen one. The lycan who’s supposed to save us all from whatever prophecy Aurora dreamed up years ago.” “This isn’t about the prophecy—”

The new general had instantaneously made a mark and earned the respects of the soldiers that once were his father’s troops and without a doubt, Cain became a favorite general of the Regaleria Kingdom owing to his looks, skills, and the fact that he was younger than the other generals of King Garlow.

Matt exclaimed. "It'll only take me half a minute to break all those teeth," Anthony threatened and raised his fist near Matt's mouth. Should I say something? I thought. Nah...I wouldn't be able to do anything against Mr. Macho man over there. "Leave him alone!" another voice spoke and I looked in that direction. "Who the fuck are you?" Anthony barked. "I am Anthony, let Matt go. He doesn't owe you shit," the other guy replied. What is this? The battle of the Anthony?

Any resistance only earned worse beatings. Once, I was nearly beaten to death. Jonathan saved me. He was notorious in our block for his brutality in fights—the top boss. After that, I trained with him in fighting and never got tormented again. Besides, this five-year sentence was ultimately handed to me because of Luke, wasn't it? What right did he have to reproach me?

"Cain has mistresses in three different pack territories. One of them has already given him twins. All of them supported with pack funds, recorded in the books as border defense expenses." The stone stayed cool. Every single word was true. The square erupted. Cain lost his mind. He charged the platform and wrapped his hands around Vivienne's throat. In front of the entire pack. In front of the Alpha King. In front of the Alpha Council. "You're the one who told me to get rid of Thomas! You helped me forge the evidence! You think confessing makes you innocent?!" He lost every last shred of control, screaming out one secret after another — secrets he should have taken to his grave.

" Aviana will shove my ass right now." He sighed in relief. "Yeah, the cruel, ruthless, bastard CEO is afraid to Aviana." He teased and I threw a pillow on him. "What the fuck!" "I am going to get my suitcase so we can go." I declared rudely, picking up my coffee on the table. I took a sip while walking to my room. Ava is different. A big difference from the girls I met. I am Blake Adam Ecollin one of the youngest billionaires with one motto. -I only fuck a girl once-

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

Cain shakes his head, his body rigid with terror as he recalls a memory I remember too well. “I just hate that I fainted and I couldn’t protect my brother. I was defeated in my own turf and I am yet to settle it with that person. I hope he is already dead or slaving his youth away in a poor district.” I chuckle, sipping my whiskey. “I hope so too, there is nothing as maddening as being defeated in your own territory. If you ever see or meet this person again, you have to call me. I want to be there when you will finally defeat him.”