Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Cruel and Bloody Massacre _ 1

[Donald’s POV]

When I left Margaret’s room, I couldn’t help smiling when I thought about the expression on her face.

She was such a cute little girl. I couldn’t help but be obsessed with her.

She seed to be a little timid and inferior when facing , but in my eyes, everything about her was so cute. What she did not know was that no matter what clothes or accessories she wore, they could not hide her facial features that moved .

From the mont I entered the venue, and even before I walked into the venue, she was the only person in my heart. Like a fruit left behind in the Garden of Eden to tempt the human race, she enticed to go to another world.

But I had to keep my mind clear. I didn’t co here for my mate.

Margaret was a gift from the Moon Goddess. An unexpected gift.

There was sothing else I had to do.

When I arrived at the conference room, I saw Armstrong and other werewolves.

They looked serious. When they saw , they were all a little reserved, except Armstrong. I was better at reading people’s emotions than the average person. I could feel his subtle hostility toward , which was infused with many other complex emotions. This makes wary. There shouldn’t be any conflict between us.

But I was used to everyone looking at in all sorts of ways.

“Tell what happened.”

“I went to have a routine eting with the Alpha of the Red Sun tribe next door, but they were attacked,” Armstrong said gruffly.

“This is not an ordinary attack. The few packs here have always been harmonious and did not have much conflict. However, this attack happened very suddenly, catching the neighboring tribe off guard. Their entire tribe is in a panic now.”

“Anything unusual?” I asked.

“They don’t act like ordinary werewolves.” Armstrong pulled out a few photos and handed them to .

The scene was very bloody. The werewolf’s head in the photo had fallen to the ground, and there were a few huge wolf claw marks on his back. The marks were very deep and very long, almost cutting through his entire back, causing the skin and flesh on his back to split open. This was sothing only a werewolf in wolf form could do, and it had to be a particularly strong werewolf.

“He was a mber of the patrol team. He had training every day and was a warrior with good reflexes. When he encountered problems, he could communicate telepathically with others. But when he died, he didn’t even have ti to send any information. This ans that the person who attacked him was far faster and stronger than ordinary werewolves,” Armstrong added.

“This could be soone from the werewolf royal family,” I mused.

“What?” Armstrong was shocked. “Werewolf royal family, didn’t you all co here?”

I gave him a hard look. That was precisely why I was here.

The werewolf royal family was not as united as the outside world thought.

Although I was the Lycan King, I knew that there were a few covertly rebellious forces among my subordinates. I just hadn’t found out who they were. However, it seed that they couldn’t hold back anymore and were about to attack.

“If it’s people from the werewolf royal family, I’m afraid our people will have a hard ti fighting them.”

Armstrong looked uncomfortable.

The werewolf royal family mbers were much stronger and faster than ordinary werewolves, and they were often taller. The tribe that Armstrong belonged to was just a small pack scattered in the forest. They had never even seen the werewolf royal family before, much less had the power to resist them. Armstrong and I were well aware of these things.

No one knew if the next attack would happen again, when it would happen, and where it would happen. If that group of people had the intention to attack Armstrong’s Silver Moon Pack, he would definitely not be able to resist. My people could fight them, but I ca out this ti to assess the situation. I had no intention of fighting. I only brought seven or eight experts.

It was not wise to start a war without knowing the enemy’s scale and size. I pondered over counterasures quietly.

“The werewolf royal family won’t sit back and do nothing about this, but we need more information. My people will be in charge of gathering information. Armstrong, you’d better mobilize people to protect your pack and strengthen your patrols. I’m not sure if they will attack you. In fact, because I’m here, it might be even more dangerous for you all,” I said.

Armstrong nodded and quickly started dispatching n to step up patrolling.

I activated my telepathy and asked Elliot to co over.

Elliot had grown up with . He was my trusted aide and the Beta of the tribe. He was an excellent player with sharp ears, ticulous and thoughtful. He was very good at tracking and scouting.

I needed to discuss this with him.