CHAPTER 208: _ALPHAS OF MEXICO

Marcellus’ POV

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He furrowed his eyebrows curiously after hearing Lord Ryker’s command. He was curious to know what he had planned that would make him require Odessa in Mexico.

But at the end of the day, he trusted the lord’s judgment and spoke through the telepathic link.

’It will be done, sir.’

With that, lord Ryker withdrew from Marcellus’ mind, leaving him in silence. He held the drink which Cullen had handed over to him, tapping it gently with his index finger.

Cullen stood silently for a while until he eventually cleared his throat.

"I’m guessing the true Lord of the North spoke to you."

Marcellus simply nodded, rubbing his chin as he thought.

If Lord Ryker was right about his timing, he should be summoned back to the Alpha king’s mansion any minute from now.

Suddenly, his phone rang and his eyes lit up when he brought it out and saw Kaelos’ name on it.

"Marcellus, please head to my throne room now. The Alphas of Mexico are ready to speak up about the footage shown in the broadcast."

Marcellus grinned when he heard that. Lord Ryker never disappoints...

"I’ll be there in a second," Marcellus said with a calm voice before Kaelos hung up.

After that, he stared at the beautiful green liquid in his glass and drank all of it in one gulp, sighing with satisfaction when he felt the burn in his throat.

"I’m off," Marcellus said simply to Cullen before getting on his feet, winking at him. "Don’t wait up..."

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At Kaelos’ mansion, Marcellus was greeted by the guards at the gates even though he had walked through those gates a few times already.

However, his eyes landed on the young guard whom he had cast a mind-altering spell on several nights ago.

Alaric.

He stood with his comrades and was doing what was expected of him. Spreading discord.

"I saw the Delta’s body being carried out of the mansion earlier." The young man whispered to the others, probably thinking Marcellus wouldn’t hear them. "The Alpha king is slowly weeding out anyone who disagrees with his decisions."

"People are only going to get more anxious now." Another guard chimed.

"We have no Gamma, no Luna Queen, and no Delta. Our pack is falling apart and we’re just sitting around doing nothing."

Marcellus smirked coldly when he heard all this as he stepped into the mansion.

When he got to the throne room, his footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he moved forward, scanning his gaze around the dimly lit room.

Kaelos and Odessa were already sitting on the thrones at the end of the room. After Gamma Zane and Celine’s failed coup, the throne room had been rebuilt easily with help from Althea’s magic.

Just in time for the broadcast this morning that had caused one of the biggest unravellings in a century.

"Marcellus..." Kaelos nodded at him with a solemn expression and tone. "You’re just in time."

There was an empty seat on the left side of Kaelos’ much larger golden throne. It’s been a while since Marcellus had to sit there.

But he did just that, adjusting his suit as he stretched his neck and glanced at Odessa.

She seemed extra tense and took in deep breaths as Layla stepped away from a pillar in the corner, clutching a tablet to her chest.

"Sir, the connection is all set and the Alphas of Mexico are ready to speak."

The Alphas of Mexico...

Marcellus couldn’t help but imagine how chaotic it would be when tens of the most powerful werewolves in Mexico would try speaking in one Zoom call.

Suddenly, a large television screen was lowered from the ceiling, facing the three of them.

"Couldn’t they have picked fewer people to represent them?" Marcellus muttered with a roll of his eyes as he rubbed his forehead.

At that same moment, the screen flickered to life, showing several boxes with an Alpha’s face shown on each one. They all had tense expressions on their faces, but the confusion on their features was obvious when they saw Odessa.

"Alphas of the region of Mexico." Kaelos cleared his throat and began despite that, drumming his fingers on the armrest of his throne. "Good evening. I was told you seek an audience."

All of them were silent, causing Marcellus to furrow his eyebrows. If they were even a little organized, they should’ve picked a spokesperson among them.

Fortunately, one of them at the center of the separated boxes cleared his throat and began.

"Good evening, Alpha King. I am Alpha Lobo Ironfang of the Ironfang pack. The biggest pack in Mexico."

The man who spoke looked like he was in his late fifties and had brown skin and sharp blue eyes that were visible even from a distance.

Kaelos nodded, signalling him to continue.

"Before we begin, I’d like to ask a question that I’m sure my fellow Alphas have in mind." Ironfang seemed hesitant at first but his voice was firmer now as his gaze flicked to Odessa.

Bloody hell... here they go.

"What’s a hybrid who slaughtered thirty-two people doing in this meeting, Alpha King?" Ironfang asked with an unwavering tone. "I know she’s your wife based on the truce between the witches, but—"

"My wife AND my mate, Lobo or whatever you call yourself." Kaelos interrupted, adjusting his sitting position and keeping his head high. "Odessa has as much right as anyone else present to be here. She has wolf blood on top of it all. So what’s the fuss about?"

There was a long silence after Kaelos said those words.

Many of the Alphas had visibly shocked expressions on their faces and some murmured something to themselves about "abnormalities".

"Forgive me, but did you say Odessa Pierce is your mate, Alpha King?" A female Alpha with lush black hair asked from the screen with a thick Mexican accent. "How—"

"Yes, I did. A fact that you all would’ve been aware of today if it weren’t for the intercepted broadcast from the Lord of the North." Kaelos interrupted.

"So, now that we have that out of the way, can we talk about your incompetence? Because I don’t see the use of over fifty Alphas overseeing packs in your country alone if unruly humans can easily capture your wolves."