Lucian sat alone in the garden of his estate, staring at the moonlit sky.
His fingers tapped against the armrest of the stone bench, a restless rhythm that mirrored his racing thoughts.
The scent of damp earth filled the air, but he was too deep in contemplation to notice.
*I’ve won over so many alphas. The Alpha King favors .
The Moon Goddess wouldn’t have allowed to co this far if I weren’t ant for the seat.
The path should be clear... but Mona, she’s the problem.*
His jaw tightened at the re thought of her.
*Mona is reckless, but she’s not stupid. She knows how to play this ga. If I underestimate her, I’ll regret it.* Lucian thought to himself.
Frustration burned in his chest as he stood up and began pacing, his boots crushing the fallen leaves beneath him.
"I need to be careful. Every move I make from now on has to be precise.
If I fail, it won’t just be my loss, it’ll be my destruction." Lucian muttered those words to himself under his breath.
The sound of hurried footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned sharply to see one of his guards approaching, his breathing slightly uneven.
"Boss, you have a parcel," the guard announced, stopping a few feet away.
Lucian’s eyes narrowed. His entire body tensed.
"Who sent it?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with suspicion.
"I... I don’t know, sir," the guard stamred, shifting uneasily. "I found it near the entrance. Your na was on it."
Lucian’s fingers curled into fists. He had received ssages before, threats, warnings, false alliances, but sothing about this unsettled him.
"Give it to ," he ordered.
"Boss, we don’t know what’s inside... Can I open it for you? It might be sothing dangerous." The guard suggested with a slight shaky voice.
"It’s my na on it... Hand it over to ." Lucian ordered with a cold expression on his face.
The guard hesitated only for a mont before stepping forward and handing him the package.
It was wrapped in plain brown paper, but there was a faint tallic scent in the air.
Lucian carefully tore it open.
The mont he saw what was inside, his blood ran cold.
A rag cloth—soaked in blood.
Beside it, a small, folded note.
His breathing slowed as he reached for the note, unfolding it with steady fingers.
"If you don’t back out... the next blood will be yours."
A long silence stretched between him and the night.
His grip tightened on the paper, crumpling it slightly. The rage that had been simring beneath the surface exploded into full force.
"Search the entire periter!" he barked, his voice slicing through the stillness like a blade.
"Find whoever delivered this and bring them to ! Check all security footage... NOW!"
The guards sprang into action, disappearing into the shadows of the estate. Lucian remained still, his mind racing.
*Mona... was this you? Or was it Derrick?*
His lip curled into a sneer. *Whoever it is... they’ll regret this.*
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen. Unknown number.
His instincts scread at him, but he answered. "Who is this?"
A low chuckle ca from the other end.
"Oh, Lucian... You’re such a child," a deep, mocking voice taunted.
"Did you really think the Alpha’s seat was ant for soone like you?"
Lucian clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain composed. "I may be young, but at least I don’t hide behind anonymous threats."
Another laugh, this one sharper, almost amused.
"Ah, so you have so bite. But it won’t save you. You’re as spineless and gutless as your father."
Lucian’s nostrils flared, his fury barely contained. "Say that again," he growled.
The voice grew cold, emotionless. "This is your last warning. The next ti we visit, it won’t be with words."
The call went dead.
Lucian pulled the phone away from his ear, his grip so tight his knuckles turned white.
He stood there, unmoving, as his rage twisted into sothing darker.
"No one can stop ," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with fury.
He let out a roar, his anger echoing through the night. "I will claim what is rightfully mine!"
But as he stood there, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, another thought crept in.
*Mona or Derrick?* His eyes darkened with different thoughts.
*I need to know which of them is playing this ga with .*
With a final glance at the bloodied cloth, he turned on his heel and stord back into the house.
★★★
anwhile, in the Alpha King’s estate, Kimberly sat on a plush chair, watching Theo pour himself a drink.
The air in their chambers was warm, but an unsettling energy lingered between them.
"Alpha Darwin has been buried," Theo mused, swirling the dark liquid in his glass.
"Yet, there’s no movent regarding who will take over his pack. Why is that?"
Kimberly sighed, resting her chin on her hand.
"I guess everyone is playing it safe. No one wants to be the first to act. But soon, the dust will rise... and when it does, chaos will follow."
Theo chuckled, taking a sip. "Chaos is always good for those who know how to control it."
Kimberly arched an eyebrow. "And do you think we have control?"
Theo smirked. "Not yet. But we will."
She studied him for a mont. "Do you think Derrick will co out of hiding to fight for his seat?"
Theo leaned back, his expression unreadable.
"I don’t know. But I do know this, Derrick isn’t the type to sit still. If Lucian is making moves, Derrick has already started making his own."
Kimberly nodded slowly, deep in thought.
*Derrick is a ghost right now, but ghosts don’t stay silent forever.*
She sighed, shifting in her seat. "This is just the beginning, isn’t it?"
Theo smirked. "Oh, definitely."
Kimberly gave him a small smile before leaning forward and resting her head against his chest.
*Let’s see how the chaos plays out.* Kimberly thought.
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