CHAPTER 203: _NOTHING BUT A FRAUD!

Kaelos’ POV

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The lord of the North’s broadcast had made my patience wear thin. It made me realize how deeply the thought of treachery had eaten into the minds of many of the wolves of the Blood Oak pack and possibly all of North America.

And why did they have those thoughts? Because of my marriage to Odessa and my desire for peace between wolves and witches.

The lord of the North’s broadcast painted me as weak and incompetent. And I honestly wouldn’t blame people for thinking that.

Werewolves have been captured by humans under my nose in Mexico and possibly other places I wasn’t aware of. Humiliated and used in a variety of ways.

I made a mental note to get to the bottom of it... But first, the pack needed some weeding.

I stood over the body of Delta Axel which lay in the middle of my office, holding a glass of whiskey which I sipped from occasionally.

’He got what was coming for him.’ Damon said with a scoff in my head. ’Good job, Kaelos. Mercy is overrated.’

I ignored him, closing my eyes as I waited. The meeting with the others had been dismissed after I killed the Delta. Odessa had left with her aunt for the gardens for a discussion or whatever.

I couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of me after what I did.

’Dude, you have the mind link from the mate bond.’ Damon grunted in my mind. ’Ask her.’

I wanted to do that. I wanted to talk to her. But on second thought, I decided to give her space.

Now wasn’t the time to deal with emotions.

Just then, a knock sounded on my door, prompting me to raise my head.

"Come in."

The door swung open and Marcellus was the one who peeked his head in. He had a plain expression on his face as he walked in fully.

I stared at him briefly, feeling the unspoken tension. We haven’t talked since the incident at the Charity Ball.

It was weird seeing the usual overly friendly Beta looking so... Stoic.

"I brought the Delta’s daughter with me." He cleared his throat and said, stepping aside and giving way for a she-wolf in her early twenties who had strawberry blonde hair and wore a black night gown that hugged her petite but busty figure.

She scanned her gaze around with confusion until her eyes landed on the body at the center of the office.

Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she placed her right hand in front of her mouth before she spoke with a croaked whisper. "D–Daddy..."

She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her rosy white cheeks. She drew in heavy breaths before crawling to the body of Delta Axel.

During all this, I stared at her without saying a word, leaning against my desk while the glass of whiskey was still in my hand.

I tilted my head when she got to her father’s body, watching as she held it close to herself, pressing it to her body.

"Is... Is he...?" She slowly raised her head, staring at me with tear-streaked eyes.

I glanced briefly at Marcellus who stood in front of the door, his arms folded as he stared at the girl with a distant expression.

After a few seconds, I brought my eyes back to the girl and cleared my throat. "Yes, he’s dead. I killed him. And unfortunately, I didn’t bring you here to begin your mourning rites. You can do that once you’ve... Cleared some things for me."

Her hands, which were still on her father’s body, shook with fear and something else, which I didn’t even bother deciphering, as I stepped forward, dropping the glass of whiskey on the table behind me.

I slowly lowered myself until I was at the same level as the girl... Hailey if I got her name correctly.

"Your father planned to hand you over to me as my wife so you could become the new Luna Queen." I began with a low tone, my eyes distant as I stared down at the body. "He’s always been the... Quiet type. He rarely spoke during Council meetings or whenever I summoned him for reports."

Hailey sniffled, her body shivering as she slowly raised her head to stare at me again. This time, her eyes were filled with rage and pure hatred... Both of which were understandable.

But I couldn’t care less about her emotions or grievances.

"So, Hailey. Could you tell me why your father suddenly became as outspoken as he was after Gamma Zane’s death?" I asked, maintaining eye contact with her. "I would’ve asked your mother, but I heard she ran away after his persistent womanizing years ago."

There was an outstretched silence after that and I subconsciously clenched my jaw.

’Okay, that was a bit too brutal.’ Damon muttered in my mind but I didn’t answer him.

I watched as Hailey’s expression deformed into so many emotions, from confusion, then anger, then despair, then anger again... And finally, disgust.

Suddenly, she spat on my face, glaring at me with spite after the warm liquid hit my face and dripped down slowly.

"You’re nothing but a fraud!" She sneered with a shaky voice, breathing heavily. "A phony who parades himself as an Alpha King simply because of his bloodline. But... But even that means nothing when the people despise you."

Interesting...

I raised my head briefly, glancing at Marcellus who still had a stoic expression... The only difference now being the fact that his eyes glinted with amusement.

Honestly, I deserved that.

I let out a small sigh before finally getting on my feet, using my right hand to wipe off the saliva on my face.

"Something isn’t adding up about your father, girl," I spoke calmly, ignoring her glaring. "And while I... Sympathize with your loss, I will not let traitors in my midst."

I was just about to turn around and grab my glass of whiskey when suddenly, Hailey released a guttural growl before getting on her feet and lunging at me, her claws glinting under the light of the office lights.

Shit...