"Alpha, the Yellow Arrow pack is here. Their Alpha also ca over," inford Jason nervously, stepping into the Alpha's office.
Hearing that information made Mathew furrow his brows.
He rubbed his forehead to get rid of the nagging headache. All the current affairs in his hand made him irritated already. There was no sign of success in finding Violet. Other than that, managing the pack affairs started to take toll on him.
As he didn't have the natural suppression of an Alpha, he had to rely on his power to make the pack mbers submit. If he showed any signs of slipping up, he knew there were many pack mbers who were eyeing him.
Although there were no more Alpha blood in the pack, the pack did not lack mbers with Beta blood running through their veins. Since his position was taken up by treason, they all were slowly starting to harbor ideas of how they had the chance to it as well.
Before Mathew could say anything, the door was slamd open. Jas entered the office, swaggering his way in, and sat down on the couch.
The way he presented himself placed Mathew as soone beneath him.
Mathew clenched his hand into a tight fist, agitated further.
Through his gritted teeth, he spat, "Alpha Jas, no matter how strong your pack is, this pack land still belongs to . There is a level of courtesy you need to maintain."
Jas looked at him as though he heard sothing funny.
"Alpha Mathew, you better show this attitude towards defending your so-called pack land. Your wolves do not respect you fully. The council is on the fence about you. If Violet is found, do you think you will be able to show this confidence?" Jas spoke out.
His tone made the title Alpha sound mocking— as though he wasn't truly the one who owned the position. The wolf within Mathew burned with rage to co out and attack the Alpha before him.
"What could soone who turned into a re human can do? Even if I don't find her, the poison spreading through her will eventually kill her," Mathew stated, trying to maintain his composure.
Jas scoffed.
"I wonder where soone with as lowly blood as you gets the confidence. A bastard wouldn't even see the daylight in my pack yet here, they can be revered as an Alpha. How amusing!" Jas taunted.
"Look at your underling," Jas added, indicating towards Jason. "He isn't even suppressed by you, no matter how you try to exert your power."
Jason trembled as Mathew's red eyes fell on him. He lowered his line of sight and went down on his knees instantly to prove how his anger managed to subdue him.
However, the performative action was t with laughter from Jas.
"See, soone who isn't ant to be an Alpha can never beco an Alpha. You can wear a crown to pretend to be a king, but your lowly blood will still erge.
That is why, Violet, ah, maybe it would be Alpha Violet soon, has Alpha Sylas helping her. He is protecting her and guiding her. What are you in the face of him? Count down your ti, Alpha Mathew, and enjoy being called Alpha for as long as you can."
It took a second for Mathew to register that.
Alpha Sylas was helping Violet.
Mathew very well knew who Sylas was.
After Sylas climbed to the top of his pack, he rejected his own pack and left before settling in the wild here. He was a rogue who was still referred to as Alpha, showing how everyone respected and feared him.
He had nothing yet all bowed down to him.
He was the complete opposite to Mathew. He had all the glamour that ca with the position, but deep down, he knew his own pack despised him and looked down on him.
This was soone Mathew's inferiority complex couldn't handle.
While he expressed his feelings many tis on how it was shaful for a werewolf to leave behind his pack, what Sylas abandoned embodied everything he wished to possess.
"Why would he help her?" Mathew questioned.
From all he gathered, Sylas wasn't interested in any pack affairs. Therefore, the packs did not feel threatened by him. All the years he had been here, he minded his own business, staying in his house.
However, if he were to step in to protect Violet, even willing to go against the largest pack in the area, that would change a lot of things.
Jas shrugged his shoulders.
"I have no clue. Maybe he thought it would be too ridiculous for a bastard to take over a pack and therefore, decided to lend her a hand."
Although Jas was blatantly insulting him like this, Mathew couldn't argue. Even his eyes couldn't show his emotions. If he made the relationship sour with Jas, his position in the pack will be shaken up.
Mathew's forbearing expression made Jas feel pleased. However, it was nowhere near to make up for the humiliation he suffered at the hands of Sylas.
As the pack of the largest pack here, he was used to being revered, but Sylas treated him like a small fly— the one that wasn't even worth dealing with.
Jas blood boiled at the thought. But his lack of power did not allow him to challenge Sylas again. Therefore, he could only release his frustrations on soone whom he took as a tiny ant.
"Alpha Mathew, I am not here to waste ti, talking about these nonsense. I am here for the compensation," Jas stated, leaning forward. "After all, if it were not for you, I wouldn't have gotten involved with Sylas and incur great damage."
Jas thought back to how his trained werewolves died at the hands of Sylas, and at the end, the council even scolded him for getting affairs ssy with Sylas.
They warned him not to provoke Sylas again.
Mathew frowned. "Compensation? What compensation? It was you who decided to go against Alpha Sylas."
"It was you who asked for help. Since we acknowledge our failures, we wouldn't ask for anything big, just hand over to us one of the smaller mines owned by your pack."
Mathew's eyes darkened.
That would threaten his position. Already he wasn't able to find Violet, and losing a pack mine with no gain would only make others further disappointed in him.
Mathew's hesitation made Jas speak out, "This wasn't a polite request. Although we couldn't deal with Alpha Sylas, it won't be a big deal for us to force the pack mine out from your hands."
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Violet was about to go to bed when she spotted Sylas's shirt on the chair. As he instructed, she washed it.
She should return the shirt.
With that, Violet did not notice the slight happiness blooming within her as she stepped out of the room. She brought the shirt along with her before heading towards the Alpha's room.
She knocked on his door only to find the door being open. Then, there ca a masculine groan from inside the room.
Creases ford between both of her brows while she entered the room carefully.
"Alpha, sorry for bothering you, but I am here to return your shirt," Violet softly spoke.
Then, her hazel eyes widened, taken aback by the Alpha's disheveled state. He was seated down on the floor, leaning against the desk. His legs were sprawled carelessly.
The top few buttons of his shirt was undone, revealing his sculpted chest. A line of sweat ran down his body. The dark hair was tousled wildly. Rebellious strands fell on his gorgeous golden eyes— the sa pair of eyes that burned with dangerous intensity, resembling an alluring predator.
His hand tightly held on to a piece of broken glass as if trying to suppress in the beast. Blood dripped on the floor one drop at a ti.
The sweet yet sharp scent of the grape wine overflowed, intoxicating her senses.
"Co here." His deep voice sounded.
And like a moth drawn to a fla, Violet took a step forward.
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