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Chapter 113: Game of Destiny
Chapter 113: Game of Destiny
Killian’s POV
“Since when did you become this lazy, Killian Rudwick?”
I closed my eyes, resting an arm over them. I ignored the presence of that annoying Beta. This bed was far better than the outside world. Besides, Leonidas could take my place.
“Are you listening to me or not?”
That one–eyed Beta now had his face turned red clear proof that he was furious. Yet, I chose to ignore him.
“I swear I’ll call our guards and have them drag you to the main road. Is that what you want?!”
1 turned my back on him. I could feel Leonidas’s murderous gaze directed at me, but I had no energy to move my feet. It was better to sleep so I could see Ruby again. It was just an illusion created by dreams. But in that place, Ruby was happy with me.
“The meeting is simple, Leonidas. You can represent me,” I stated.
“WHAT? Absolutely not!”
“I am your king. My orders are absolute.”
That statement led to me being dragged away by Leonidas. I shouted at him and grabbed a pillow, smacking it against his head.
“Bastard! You’ve gotten more insolent since I went soft, haven’t you?!”
Leonidas flared his nostrils, cursing profusely. If I were my old self, this man’s head would have already been hanging from the central tower.
“You’re the main problem here, Your Majesty. Now hurry up, clean yourself, and let’s go!”
After countless verbal battles, I finally conceded.
Dragging my sluggish body to the bathroom, I took half an hour to get everything ready. Alright, two hours of socializing wouldn’t land me in a mental institution.
Throughout the journey, Leonidas remained indifferent as I mentally prepared to strangle him. Honestly, attending this meeting wasn’t anywhere on my priority list. It was a tedious obligation, one that could easily be handled by a representative, whether a Gamma or even a Beta. But, as always, he took great pleasure in making my life miserable. Even if his intentions were good, forcing me to stop relying on sleep, to choose reality over my fantasies. It didn’t make him any less insufferable.
Today’s discussion would revolve around inter–pack cooperation, strengthening defenses, and securing shared territories. It was a political game I had played for centuries. The presence of a kingdom merely sweetened the deal for others but for me? It was just another duty, another demand that came with my existence as a king.
Still, despite my lack of enthusiasm, I found myself standing at the gates of the Bloodmoon Pack. The cold air of the sacred months bit into my skin. This pack’s territory was vast, stretching deep into the forests surrounding the outskirts of Aberdeen. Their residence, an imposing yet unembellished fortress loomed ahead as I stepped forward. The moment I crossed the threshold, the very atmosphere around me seemed to shift.
The guards at the entrance stood as rigid as flagpoles, their faces stiff, nostrils flaring as they caught my scent. I could feel their unease with crystal clarity. The way their instincts screamed at them to submit, obey, and step aside in my presence. Fear coiled around their throats like a demon’s chain, choking them. It was a reaction I was all too familiar with.
Leonidas walked beside me, exuding his usual nonchalant demeanor, utterly unaffected by the atmosphere. He smirked, leaning slightly toward me. “They look like they’ve seen a dead man.”
I merely hummed in response. I was still reveling in the way others perceived me; fear, reverence, hatred, and everything in between. It was like a symphony, soothing the beast that lurked within me.
Inside, Alpha Jaden was already waiting. He was a tall man, built like a warrior, his sharp blue eyes locking onto mine. Beside him stood his Beta, Mikael. From what I had heard, he was Jaden’s younger brother. Unlike the Alpha, Mikael carried himself with a more adaptable air, though his gaze was just as piercing. Perhaps, in some ways, he was cut from the same cloth as Leonidas.
“Killian. It is an honor that you would grace our smalt pick your ordance, Jaden greeted, extending his hand.
Successfully unlocked!
“Alpha Jaden, may the gods grant you health a
I shook his hand with a courteous enough gesture. Meanwhile, Mikael followed suit, his expression now just as serious as
his brother’s.
“Your Majesty.”
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Chapter 113: Game of Destiny
Leonidas clapped Mikael on the shoulder, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Don’t look so serious, Beta. We’re here to make friends, not start a war.”
Mikael rolled his eyes, but I caught the wary glance he threw my way. Even with this forced camaraderie, my presence unsettled them.
As we entered the grand meeting hall, the same reaction repeated itself. The Alphas from various packs had already gathered, their conversations halting the moment I stepped inside. Whispers spread like wildfire.
“Look at him! That’s the immortal Lycan king!”
“He looks so young! Does he really use black magic?”
“Watch your tongue! We’ll be dead if he hears that!”
Some flinched when my gaze passed over them. Others stiffened, forcing themselves to remain composed. I took my seat at the head of the long table, Leonidas beside me, still amused by the discomfort radiating from the wolves around us.
The meeting commenced with discussions revolving around pack unity, defense strategies, and the necessity of cooperation. Their concerns were valid. The human world was advancing rapidly, and our kind needed to evolve alongside it. Threats loomed in the shadows: hunters, rogue factions, and other supernatural forces seeking to disrupt the balance. “The survival of our kind cannot be left to chance,” I declared, my voice booming through the room. “We can no longer afford to remain divided by outdated rivalries. A council, one that does not govern only werewolves, but all supernatural beings must be established.”
“We’ve seen how human governing bodies effectively regulate their people. We can adapt that system within our own society,” I added, letting my gaze sweep across the gathered crowd.
Murmurs spread throughout the hall. Some nodded in agreement, while others looked unconvinced. Those in the latter category feared change. It was a natural instinct, albeit one with its drawbacks. Stagnation would lead to the downfall of future generations.
“And who would lead such a council?” an Alpha asked cautiously.
I turned my gaze toward the speaker, making an effort to keep my expression as amicable as possible. “That has yet to be decided. But it will not be ruled by a single sovereign. It will be a collective force.”
More discussions erupted, arguments clashing with agreements. I began cursing internally. It had already been over two hours, and that wasn’t even counting the events that would follow. But by the time the meeting concluded, the first step had been taken toward something far greater. With that, the festivities began.
The grand hall was filled with laughter, the rich aroma of roasted meat and fine wine lingering in the air. Conversations flowed as lightly as feathers, though many still cast nervous glances my way. I found myself drawn into several discussions. Thanks to Leonidas, who kept insisting. It was utterly irritating.
As I spoke with Mikael, discussing the finer details of his pack’s security measures, a feminine voice suddenly called out from behind us.
“Mikael!”
Mikael’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant. A smile as bright as a sunflower spread across his face, nearly blinding. I turned, watching as a woman approached in hurried steps. Mikael’s arms opened wide, clearly intending to welcome her. “Rosalyn? I thought you wouldn’t come to visit your husband here,” he said.
I blinked in surprise. My gaze flicked to Leonidas, who was in the middle of taking a sip of wine only to nearly choke on it. His eyes darted toward me, then back to her.
“Oh, holy shit. You’ve got to be kidding me.”
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