Ch. 316..320: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 316-320

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 316

“If the letter is so damning, why not lead with that? Expose the threats from Silverpine Pack and tell them that they should stay indoors in case not submitting to Silverpine’s demands makes them trigger-happy and creates victims among the populace,” Gallinti asked. “Why the roundabout way? It feels convoluted.” Genuine curiosity colored his voice, as though he was actually giving me a chance to change his view on my plan.

I began to speak, just as Victoriana took over. “I will enlighten him, Luna. I see what you see,” her voice was assuring.

Victoriana turned to Gallinti fully, her presence filling the chamber more than it already had.

“There are two outcomes if we reveal those letters too soon,” she said, her tone even but edged like steel. “First, the people are already agitated. If we show them proof that Silverpine threatens us, they will scatter like startled birds, desperate to flee before the trap closes. And second, suspicion. Doubt. They will whisper the council forged the words—that we created fear to tighten our grip. Either way, panic and mistrust will spill into the streets.”

Her voice deepened, deliberate. “And while we are busy choking on that chaos, Silverpine will strike. They will not waste the opportunity—our civilians unshielded, our leaders distracted, reasoning corroded by fear. That is exactly when they will cut us open.”

The chamber stilled under her words.

“That,” she continued, “is why we do not lead with the letters. We put the people in safety first. We distribute provisions. We build defenses around them. Then—only then—do we allow the media to burn itself out with their conspiracies. An online riot is a contained fire. Smoke, but not death.”

She turned her gaze briefly to Eve, then back to Gallinti. “And once the fire is controlled, we drown it. We release the letters. Not as panic in the streets, but as water poured on smoldering embers. The truth will smother the lies because it will arrive at the right moment—when the people are safe enough to believe it.”

Her jaw tightened, and she inclined her head slightly toward Eve. “Forgive my bluntness, Luna, but strategy must be spoken plain.”

Then her gaze swept the chamber again, sharp as a blade drawn across whetstone.

“If you pour water on a blaze, it hisses and flares hotter. But on a controlled fire? It is extinguished in an instant. That is the difference between survival and ruin. That is why this plan stands.” Follow current novᴇls on find•novel.net

“It does?” I blurted out in surprise before I could catch myself.

Victoriana faced me again, this time a smirk split her lips. “Who exactly am I to refuse my Luna?” she asked. “It’s a brilliant, well-thought-out strategy, and for our current predicament, I highly doubt any other plan can work.” Her gaze shifted back to the spectators. “That is unless anyone else has complaints or questions?”

This time, only one hand was raised by a lesser Alpha seated. “I have no complaints nor questions about the plan,” he hesitated. “It’s about the Alpha. We all know about the rescue mission probably gone awry, so what do we do about his absence?”

That was it.

The elephant in the room.

The lump in my throat, the ache in my chest, the bitterness that lingered on my tongue. Though I had faith, it was a little balm to my nerves—but for now, it was enough. It had to be.

“A rescue of the Alpha and his men has been underway since the first day,” that had been protocol. “And our trackers are working on getting a signal on the devices they took with them. But the comms are off, so for now we remain in the dark.” I tried to detach myself from the dreaded words of the report I had gotten back, refusing to show just how much his absence affected me.

A low murmur rippled through the chamber at my words, sharp with unease. The mention of the Alpha’s absence was a wound they all tried not to touch, but one they felt bleeding beneath every strategy, every order.

The lesser Alpha who had spoken lowered his gaze, but his voice still carried. “With all due respect, Luna… the civilians will not wait long before they start to wonder if he is gone for good. And if that seed grows…”

I straightened, spine taut, forcing my voice into steel though the ache in my chest threatened to drag it down. “That seed does not get to grow. Not here. Not now. The Alpha is not gone. A rescue mission is underway, and until proof exists otherwise, we speak as though he still leads. Because he does.”

The words scraped my throat raw, but they held. They had to.

Victoriana stepped forward, her presence commanding enough to smother the chamber’s murmurs. “You heard your Luna,” she said, voice resonant. “Our Alpha’s absence is temporary, nothing more. The enemy would revel in us doubting, fracturing, turning on ourselves before a single blade is drawn. And I, for one, will not hand Darius that victory on a silver platter.”

“Daddy will come back,” Elliot squeaked from the front. “I know he will.” His eyes shone with hope as his gaze grounded me.

I smiled at him, a thank you.

“You heard the Luna and of course the princeling.” Victoriana’s eyes swept the chamber, pinning each Governor, each Ambassador, each Alpha in place. “If you have doubts, bury them. If you have fear, sharpen it into readiness. But if you let it fester into weakness, then you are already his pawn.”

Silence fell again, heavier this time. The kind of silence that came not from indecision, but from reluctant agreement.

I drew in a breath, steadying the tremor that wanted to betray me. “Our Alpha will return. Until then, I will ensure Obsidian stands. With or without him.”

Montegue’s gaze caught mine across the chamber, unreadable, but the faintest incline of his head told me he understood the weight of what I had just claimed.

Victoriana broke the stillness, her tone final. “Then it is decided. The plan moves forward. The lockdown. The provisions. The Gammas. And the broadcast when the time comes.”

 

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 317

Eve

The command screens lit up in front of me, the live feeds flickering into a collage of quadrants. At the top, Obsidian’s central district—streets cleared, Gamma banners unfurled, the civilians ushered back behind locked gates.

The Royal Gammas moved first, their vehicles loaded with provisions and crates of food, each convoy guarded by disciplined ranks. Behind them, the Military Gammas marched in unison—black armor, silver insignias glinting under floodlights. Their formation was heavier, more deliberate, and the sound of their boots rolled through the speakers like distant thunder.

Every quadrant mirrored the same rhythm: distribution followed by deployment. Where the Royal Gammas gave supplies, the Military Gammas gave presence. A balance of provision and power. Shield and sword.

My gaze shifted down to the second panel of the feed—tabloids, live broadcasts, social media banners running like wildfire across the pack’s communication grid.

It hadn’t even been an hour since the dispersal, since the announcement, and already the words martial law burned across every headline.

The press spun chaos as only they could:

“Military floods Obsidian streets.”

“Tower passes emergency law without statement.”

“Civilians brace under silence.”

Speculations overlapped with grainy videos of Gamma columns, shaky handheld footage of convoys rolling past corner shops, commentary running wild. Every anchor, every commentator, every anonymous feed scrambled to frame the same thing: control. Silence from the Tower. Punishment for dissent.

And through it all, I could see the citizens in the background of the shaky clips—faces pale, bodies pressed against windows, clutching bags of provisions as though they were shields.

I sat back, hands tightening on the edge of the console.

The press had their narrative. For now.

But soon—soon, we would have ours.

“I hope it all goes to plan dear.” Monte’s low voice snapped me out if it.

I raised my head to meet his eyes and the sadness whirling underneath. His trembling thumb stroked Lucinda’s pale weathered hand softly. “You need this win.”

My lips twitched but I could not manage a smile. “We all need this. We just have to wait.” I murmured, rocking Elliot gently as he slept. The Infirmary was quiet, safe the beeping of the machines that Lucinda was hooked to.

The gray roots of her hair aged her, made appear fragile, her collar bones stuck out, her lips thinner as if pursed. Under her hospital gown, I knew was the blighted mark. The thing that managed to put her in this condition, had Kael kidnapped and Hades… and Cain…

“The Deltas have tried three times now,” he murmured, gaze fixed on her frail chest. “Each time, the same answer. This is no ordinary wound. It clings to the skin, yes—but deeper than that, Eve. It binds the soul, the mind, the very things that command the body. Thought, will, even breath.”

He exhaled shakily, his shoulders sagging under the weight of truth. “If it had been her arm, or her leg, they could have cut it away. Amputation. A terrible choice, but a clean one. But the mark lies here—” his hand hovered briefly above her chest, just shy of touching the fragile rise and fall. “Too close to her heart. There is no cutting this out. No severing its grip.”

His voice cracked, rough and raw. “It is killing her slowly, in ways no blade or salve can reach. And I—” his throat bobbed, the words straining as he forced them out, “—I can only sit here, and watch her fade.”

Montegue’s voice faltered into silence, but the weight of his words lingered like a stone in the room.

I felt it crush me.

Hearing it said aloud—hearing the truth carved into sentences instead of whispers behind closed doors—made it real in a way it hadn’t been before. My throat tightened despair digging deep where no hand should reach.

Lucinda’s breaths were so fragile I could barely see them. The steady rise and fall of her chest looked more like the flutter of a dying bird’s wings, too slight, too shallow to belong to someone who had once been fire. Once been life.

And Montegue, with all his poise, all his unshakable strength, was unraveling beside her. The tremor in his voice wasn’t just grief—it was helplessness. The kind of helplessness that burned worse than any wound.

But apart from Lucinda, I watched Monte, his eyes dark with sadness, body weighted down by… guilt.

My voice came out sharper than I wanted. “Stop it, Monte,”

His gaze shifted to me, surprise flaring mildly in his gaze as if the sorrow tampered every other emotion that he felt. “What?”

“You know what,” I replied, still sharp. “I know you better than you think. I know that look. You are blaming yourself again.”

His mouth opened to deny it, only to shut again as he tore his eyes from me. He smoothed back Lucinda’s hair, smiling faintly though his lips trembled. “She is a vision, isn’t she?” He whispered, like he was not speaking to me, but to someone I could not see. “She always said her nose was too small, like a button. She wanted a strong nose, one with character.” He pitched his voice just a little higher, with flamboyant flare of the words mimicking her. He chuckled to himself, but his voice cracked. “But she had enough character, the flare, the radiance of a queen. When she entered a room, you were tempted to bow.”

His voice turned brittle, his fingers trembling as they lingered near her hollow cheeks afraid to press too hard as if she would shatter beneath his touch. “I Swore no harm would not to her as long as I lived. And yet here she lies…” His voice frayed. “Marked, broken, used against those she loves, now fading and I left with nothing but vows I could not keep.” The rightful source is

There was more he did not say. The man had lost so much; his daughter, killed by his second daugther who abused his grandson and now his wife seemed to be in at the brink. It was more loss than most could fathom.

I walked up to him, chest tight.

“Monte,” I said gently, “you love her more fiercely than anyone else ever could. That’s not failure—it’s devotion. What’s happening to her is not because you didn’t protect her. It’s because Silverpine used the foulest thing they could find to hurt her… and to hurt you. No vow could have stopped that.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes darting away.

“You feel guilt because you swore to shield her, but guilt isn’t truth. Truth is that she’s still here because you’ve fought for her at every step. Truth is that she needs you strong now more than ever, not broken under a weight no one alive could carry.”

I crouched nearer, my voice soft but unyielding. “If you let this guilt consume you, then you let Silverpine win twice—once by harming her, and again by taking you from her. And she deserves more than that. You both do.”

“Luna, Governor,” he panted, bowing quickly before offering me the device. “Live feed from Silverpine. The rescue party—news just came through.”

My heart jolted.

I set Elliot gently down, my hands already reaching for the tablet. On its screen, flickering images came into view—comms reactivated at last. The signal was shaky, the audio crackling, I recognise the location.

The border. They were reporting from the border.

But not as I remembered. It was crawling with armed Gammas, faces hardened and the posture taut.

From the looks of it, this wasn’t simply a checkpoint—it was a fortress. Floodlights carved the night into harsh slices of white and shadow. Armored columns stretched in disciplined rows, weapons at the ready. Watchtowers rose at intervals, bristling with snipers.

And the gates… my stomach knotted the moment I saw them. I knew that design. Not built to shock, but to kill. Voltage enough to burn flesh from bone, to leave nothing but char and smoke.

The mines were worse. Buried in the expanse before the gates, their faint metallic glint visible only because of the high-res zoom. A field of death, laid out like bait, waiting for the first careless step.

It wasn’t just defense. It was entrapment.

From above, the whole perimeter stretched like a scar across the land, mile after mile of steel and firepower. A wall not to keep enemies out—but to lure prey in.

The realization sank like stone in my gut.

And though it looked impossible, though every instinct screamed that no one could pass through that unscathed, one thing was certain—Hades and the others had not been captured.

If they had, there would be no need for this kind of theater.

The only clear space was the sky and even if by some miracle they could fly over the barricade and traps, they would be shot out of the sky.

My wiped my clammy hand on my clothes, skin tingling from apprehension.

Montegue spoke. “At least now we know that their claim was bull. They don’t have them— but for how long.”

 

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 318

I stirred awake, the sun burning my eyes, making them water. I let out a yawn just as footsteps approached me from behind.

“Finally,” Kael’s voice invaded the haze as I rose. “You slept like a baby.”

I faced him to see an easy smile on his lips. I raised my head to gauge the time. Through the canopy of trees, the sun peaked through. It was at its climax meaning by my estimation, it was noon.

Like I expected, immediately after clearing Harlem just as the sun peeked through the horizon and we had landed in the woods of the outskirts of the Silverpine pack’s industrial city—I was knocked out cold from exhaustion and the strenuous exertion.

Two rescue missions in one night during our escape mission had taken its toll.

I yawned again as Kael handed me a bottle.

My stomach churned at the simple thought of chugging water down my parched throat. I needed something more—blood.

I already made the gesture to refuse the bottle when Kael cut me off by turning the cap.

I stilled, red haze flaring in my vision as I finally actually looked down at the contents of the bottle he had been holding out to me. Red thick liquid that sent my mouth into a watering frenzy.

I grabbed it and chugged it. It went down like poorly refined beer but satisfied an itch that nothing else could.

“We can’t have you ripping into the necks of our passengers,” he stated like I was gulping down bloodwine and not game’s blood. There was no point hiding from Kael, not when he would simply adapt. Even when I didn’t want him to.

“How are they?” I panted once I had drained the contents of the bottle.

“They have both eaten,” he informed, kicking at a dried, brown leaf. “Made sure they ate light so they don’t break your back tonight.”

A rumble reached my ears and my eyes sharpened on him. “Have you not eaten?” I asked.

His expression did not shift even as he lied to me. “I ate just a little but you know how much of a glutton Ajax can be.” The lie slipped out of his lips like they were lubricated with oil.

My eyes narrowed. “Kael…”

“About the route that she talked about, the one we have to use tonight if we are going to get to Obsidian before daybreak,” he effortlessly spun the conversation to a different topic.

I knew what he was doing and he knew that I knew what he was doing. For a moment, we were locked in a stare before I relented with a sigh. I would force some food into him later before nightfall.

“What did she say?” I asked. “What secret path don’t we know about?”

The casual easiness of his posture bled out as his expression turned serious. “You have to hear this yourself. Maybe the reason our spy network has been unable to uncover anything substantial for almost a decade from his residence, the Lunar Heights. She knows a lot more than we could have ever anticipated. I’m starting to think it was fate that brought her across our path.”

Without another word, he turned around and walked away and I followed. Apprehension breathing under my skin as I tried to prepare for what we were about to learn.

We reached the camp site, both of them—the boy and his sister—huddled together. They raised their heads as we approached.

The woman instantly paled, pulling the boy in closer. Then her expression shuttered as if she caught herself, and she spoke. “Good afternoon,” she muttered, her voice shaking slightly.

There was nothing good about the afternoon. But I nodded in acknowledgment of her greeting.

The boy blinked up at me seemingly unaffected by my presence. “Hello,” he greeted as I sat with Kael doing the same beside him.

“Hello,” I returned.

“You look like that bad Alpha on the television,” he remarked, the woman gasping and slamming her hand on his mouth.

I smiled, knowing well that there was no bad ruler who didn’t use propaganda. And he was not wrong. What felt like a lifetime ago, I wanted the entire population decimated.

I had changed. That was what I wanted to believe. Thanks to Eve.

Longing stirred anew, the dull ache in my chest sharpening. “Maybe we look alike,” I offered.

Then my eyes met the woman’s. “State your name, your real full name.” The words were a threat wrapped in something softer.

She braced her shoulders, swallowing thickly. “My full name is Theadosia Weiss, Thea for short.”

Both Kael and I stiffened where we sat as the name went off like a grenade. The surname was familiar to me, it was one I would never forget.

Kael glanced at me like he knew what I was thinking. Weiss was somehow not that rare but still, could it all be a coincidence?

Colonel Victor Weiss had been one of the most ruthless in the last war that I had ever coordinated with Leon when he was still alive. He had gained a reputation amongst our Gammas for his strategy and the masterful art of surprise as a military tool.

But that was until he simply disappeared soon after the stalemate between our packs two years before Leon died. He seemed to just vanish, never to be seen again on the field.

Thea’s face was suspicious too as she assessed us. “Yes, Colonel Victor Weiss was my father.”

We both blinked, but I found my tongue quickly. “But the man in the picture you showed us looks nothing like him.”

“The wars changed him, twisted him until he couldn’t recognize himself anymore,” she blurted, her voice hard like we had offended her. “He wanted to come home to us, but…” Her lips trembled but she bit them. Hard enough for her face to darken. “I will give you the full story.”

“We are all ears.”

“Soon after Micah was born, my parents were forced to conscript or they would face consequences. They both left home and served the three years together and survived. It should have ended that way until my mother’s battalion was in trouble and my father shared a strategy that turned the tides in our favor.”

He might as well have painted himself neon green. “That put him in the sights of the higher-ups.”

She nodded, clenching her hands until her knuckles turned white. “Lily was sixteen and they promised him she would be exempted from military service if he served as Lieutenant Colonel and with his good OER, he was soon promoted to Colonel.” Content originally comes from Find✶Novel.net

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 319

He had not just been noticed by the high-ups but by the supreme commander himself. There was no escaping the military then.

“What happened then?” Kael asked.

Sweat beaded her forehead now as she held her brother tighter. “The meeting was not at the Alpha’s residence, the Lunar Heights. It does not even have a place on our maps, nor yours, I’m sure. My father knew nothing about this place.”

I straightened.

“It was a secret city. Alpha Darius called it Malrikian Eden. His paradise. His utopia. The city for the Worthy—that was what the people there were called.”

I exchanged looks with Kael. As much as I wanted to dismiss it as the outlandish story of some war-scarred colonel, Ellen had spoken about Darius’ inner circle and how they would be protected. They must be the ones called the Worthy. That much was clear. I had expected a safe house—but a safe city? The bigger picture was forming, and I was starting to suspect that our ending up in Silverpine was fate.

“Alpha Darius told him about the final war with your pack. My father said he spoke of it like prophecy, like he had no doubt in his mind. He promised my father he would be promoted to general.”

“That’s quite a jump,” Kael remarked.

“My father thought so too. But Darius said if he survived the war, he and his family would join the Worthy in the city. That was only half the visit. They led him to a laboratory and tested a serum on him. They said it was a classified steroid for the Gammas, and that he was being honored with the chance to use it. My father had no choice. But nothing happened to him. He was even given a dose of the serum as some kind of keepsake.”

“So your father had a bad feeling after the visit,” Kael offered.

“It was worse than that,” Thea whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “My father immediately knew there was no way he’d be let off the hook after being exposed to so much classified information. So he tried to run with his family.”

Kael leaned forward. “That’s how he died with your mother,” he said, raising a brow. “But if he knew about this other route, why take the more dangerous path that led to both their deaths?”

Thea’s grip on her brother tightened. “Because the other path was over the hidden city—Malrikian Eden.”

Both Kael and I stared at her like she’d lost her mind. Hope gave way to painful despair. “Wouldn’t the security of a hidden city be even more intense, since it has to stay hidden?” I asked.

But Thea only shook her head. “There’s a reason the city is technically non-existent and not on any map. Because it simply isn’t there—not to the naked eye, anyway. The city is protected by an illusion that makes it impossible to see. You see endless woods, but the city is right there. There aren’t heavy patrols, just minimal guards. The only things close to frightening are the stone statues my father said looked like petrified creatures—no actual Gammas. To them, they’re safe. Why guard something that technically isn’t there?”

“Nothing is more hidden than something in plain sight,” I murmured, stunned but still dubious. Our planet was small—how had satellites missed something like this? But then again, if we were talking about Darius…

Thea must have read our doubt on our faces. “There’s a route there—a straight line from the border, directly opposite Obsidian. It’s like crossing the border without anyone shooting you down. No eyes watching. No guns at the ready.”

My eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t your father take that path then?”

She swallowed hard. “They would be alerted to any movement at ground level. So moving through or around the invisible city would’ve been suicide. Flight was the only option, but if our family had procured an aircraft after that visit, it would have been the same as announcing their escape.”

Understanding dawned slowly. “But since I can fly silently enough to catch a Gamma off guard…” I said, the pieces clicking.

“You can discreetly fly over the city,” she finished with a nod. “No one expects what they can’t see, especially above something that doesn’t exist.”

I leaned forward, suspicion sharp in my voice. “How do you know the route if the city is invisible and hidden?”

Without flinching, Thea reached down and pulled off her metal prosthetic foot. She twisted something at the ankle joint, and it popped open like a container. From inside, she drew out a thin case.

“My father made a map,” she said simply, opening the case with careful fingers.

Inside, nestled in faded velvet, lay a folded piece of parchment and something else—a glass vial containing a clear, pinkish fluid that caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

The moment I saw it, Eve’s scent hit me like a physical blow, wafting through the air and nearly cleaving me in half. My eyes sharpened on the vial as every muscle in my body went rigid. The familiar ache in my chest throbbed with renewed intensity.

Kael took the map, but I snatched the vial before he could reach for it. I uncorked it with trembling fingers, and Eve’s scent flooded my senses completely—honey and lavender and something uniquely hers that nearly knocked me backward. The longing that had been a dull ache erupted into something raw and desperate.

“What is this?” I demanded, my voice harsher than I intended.

Thea blinked in confusion. “It was the serum souvenir my father kept after his visit to the hidden city. The one they tested on him—”

“What is it?” Kael asked, looking between my stricken face and the vial.

I stared at the pinkish liquid, pieces falling into place with sickening clarity. “This was extracted, isolated, and distilled from Eve’s blood.”

Kael’s eyes widened as the truth struck. “The so-called steroid is—” Latest content published on fіndnovel.net

“It’s the Fenrir’s Marker from her blood,” I finished, my voice barely a whisper.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 320

The royal military uniform felt foreign against my skin, crisp matte navy blue fabric with silver threading that caught the harsh studio lights, gems, I hadn’t earned pinned to my chest. My hair had been pulled back into a severe high ponytail that tugged at my scalp, every strand smoothed into submission.

“Tilt your chin up slightly,” the makeup artist murmured, dabbing concealer under my eyes deftly “The lights are washing you out.”

I stood perfectly still as she worked, powder dusting my cheeks, lipstick on my lips. Around me, the studio buzzed with controlled chaos—technicians adjusting camera angles, sound engineers testing levels, producers barking instructions into their headsets.

The flags behind me had been positioned just so, Obsidian’s silver wolf prominent in the center, flanked by the pack’s ceremonial banners. Every detail calculated to project strength, legitimacy, control.

The makeup artist stepped back, giving me one final assessment. “Perfect,” she declared, gathering her brushes.

I stared straight ahead at the camera, its red light still dark, waiting. My hands remained clasped behind my back in military fashion, shoulders squared despite the weight pressing down on them. The uniform’s collar felt too tight around my throat.

A producer approached, clipboard in hand. “Remember, Luna—strong eye contact with camera two. Don’t look at the monitors. Don’t think be cold but be firm.

Montegue was behind the cameras and lights but it waa too bright for me to see them from where I sat.

I nodded curtly.

The studio lights blazed brighter, turning everything stark white around the edges. Sweat threatened to bead on my forehead despite the makeup artist’s careful work.

“Positions, everyone!” someone shouted from behind the cameras. “We are going live in…”

The countdown began, and I felt my breath slow, my pulse steady. This was it—the moment we would seize control of the narrative. Every Obsidian would be glued to their screen right this moment and know my father and James they would find a way to witness what I was about to say.

The 16 hour window, they have given me to submit myself and the sister I didn’t have had long since closed.

They would be more on edge more than ever.

“Three… two… one…”

The red light blinked on.

“Good afternoon people of Obsidian Pack. This is Luna Eve.”

My voice carried across the studio, steady and clear despite the thunder of my heartbeat. I kept my gaze fixed on camera two, just as instructed, letting the weight of authority settle into my tone.

“I am sure that the presence of Military Gammas and Royal Gammas in your sectors must have caused apprehension, especially after what happened during the press conference. I want to address your concerns directly.”

I paused, allowing the gravity of the moment to sink in. Somewhere beyond those blazing lights, thousands of citizens were watching, waiting, perhaps holding their breath.

“We have definitively come to know that Silverpine Pack was responsible for the attack that claimed innocent lives and wounded many more. The evidence is undeniable. While the Alpha is indisposed, I am here to put all rumors and speculations to rest.”

My hands remained steady behind my back, though every muscle in my body felt coiled tight as a spring. This was the moment—the pivot point where we would either seize control of the narrative or watch it slip through our fingers entirely.

“I am here to reveal what we have been sent by the Beta of Silverpine Pack.”

The studio fell into absolute silence except for the barely audible hum of the cameras. Even the technicians seemed to hold their breath. This was information that would change everything—the ultimatum, the impossible demand, the proof of Silverpine’s aggression laid bare for all to see.

The red light on the camera burned like a beacon, waiting for the words that would reshape the conflict between our packs forever.

I reached into my jacket and withdrew the red envelope, its crimson seal already broken. The paper felt heavy in my hands as I pulled out the letter, knowing that somewhere to my right, a sanitized copy with certain sections redacted would be displayed for the cameras.

But I would read it anyway. Every word they needed to hear. This text is hosted at Find✶Novel.net

When i was done, I folded the letter carefully, my movements deliberate and controlled. When I raised my head again, I let steel enter my voice.

“With this proof, you should understand why safety protocols have been implemented and why everyone is to remain indoors. The enemy is Silverpine Pack—not your Alpha. The shots are not coming from inside the house.”

The lights felt scorching against my skin, but I didn’t flinch. “Governor Morrison was compromised. That is why he spread lies to turn you against your Alpha. The bombing was to further cause pack agitation and incite conflict—but it is all a ploy to catch us off guard. I will not allow that.”

My hands remained steady behind my back as I continued. “Silverpine Pack is looking for an opening. Therefore, I have ordered all doors be closed—even yours—and our streets be patrolled. Do not see the Gammas as your jailers, but as what they have always been: your defenders.”

Then I shifted my gaze slightly, speaking not just to the cameras but beyond them—to screens I knew would be watching in enemy territory.

“I speak now directly to Silverpine, because I know you are watching this. That is how desperate you have become. Alpha Darius, Beta James—” I let their names fall like accusations. “This pack is impervious to your dirty tricks and ploys. If Malrik Valmont could not wipe out the legacy of Luna Elysia and Vassir, where do you get the impression that you, Malrik’s descendant, will win this round—or any other round?”

The red light on the camera burned steady, carrying my words across the airwaves like a declaration of war.

Because that was exactly what it was and the gods forbid we would not be prepared.

“And that is a wrap,” the producer called and the red light went off and so did the blinding lights.

Montegue was by my side, with Elliot holding his hand, all before I could blink away the harsh glare. “You did wonderfully,” he gasped, clapping my shoulder.

“Amazing, mummy,” Elliot gushed, hugging my legs.

I smiled at him, lifting him unto my lap.