25: Kavriel
The goblet that I threw hit the wall with a loud clank, making everyone go rigid. My advisor who had been the one to deliver the bad news quivered with his head bowed.
What do you mean there is no way to get her back!” I yelled at him, my blood boiling so hot, I was sure that steam was coming out of my ears. “You can’t infiltrate his fucking castle?” I bellowed.
“They have tightened security in the castle since her last attempted escape. Not to talk of the killing of the Lycan that you ordered.” It was obvious that he was trying to hide his irritational me despite his fear,
I moved toward him, step by step, until he was less than a step away from me. “Are you blaming me for your failure!” I barked
He fraze before looking up at me, his face marred with confusion. “My failure!” He asked.
“You are my advisor, yet every one of my plans has failed. Whose fault is that?” I demanded.
“I am just an advisor,” he said through gritted teeth. “Because what I do is to advise, to suggest. At the end of the day, it is your call” His voice was no longer shaking, and he had grown bold
“Say exactly what you mean Advisor,” I told him, my voice low. “What exactly are you saying?”
He raised his head and for the first time, I saw little of the fear and reverence that was usually present whenever he looked at me. “Your failure is your fault and nobody else’s.” he blurted.
That was the hay that broke the camel’s back and I kicked him right in the face. He stumbled back, blood spurting from his nose. He tried to regain his footing, but I advanced on him, grabbing his collar and pulling him close, my breath hot and angry against his face.
“Do you think you can speak to me like that?” I hissed. “Do you forget your place?”
He winced, but his foolish defiance didn’t waver. “Someone needs to tell you the truth.” he spar out, his words garbled by the blood trickling from his mouth “You keep making reckless decisions, and blaming everyone else than yourself. We can’t just scorm the castle and expect to get her back withou that Lycan bastard coming for us. He would burn this entire pack down if he wished”
My grip tightened, and I felt the rage boiling over, my vision tinged with red. “You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel the weight of your every failure!” I released him with a shove, sending him sprawling to the floor. “But I won’t be lectured by the likes of you. It’s your fault for raising a daughter that married our enemy. I ought to have you executed for that singular sin of being that bitch’s father.”
He struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his now pale face. He turned to Lyra who still sat on her throne beside mine. “Lyra, is this how you will watch your father suffer?” He asked, his voice suddenly broken.
But Lyra looked down on him impassively. She shrugged, still picking at something on her nails. “Father, it is better you remember your place. I can’t do anything for a corpse.” She said nonchalantly. She did not even look at him. “Kavriel is Alpha, remember?”
My advisor looked like he had been stabbed right in the gut by her words. “Lym.” He mumbled, his expression filled with despair.
But Lyra stopped him with an irritated wave of her hand “Father, please, don’t stress me more than I already arm. I lost a baby and I do not look forward to babying you.”
“After everything I did for you…”
“You didn’t do anything that you weren’t supposed to. You are my father, I don’t owe you anything simply because he acted like one.” She countered harshly.
“I threw my family away so that you could…
“So that it could see myself as more than just your legitimate daughter? Bullshit You only threw your family away because you saw me as your
only child with actual potential. You didn’t want a wolfless chughter and a retarded son.” She reminded him.
My advisor’s face was twisted in a pained expression, but he could say nothing because all that Lyra had said was all true.
“I regret it.” may advisor murmured after a long moment.
At has words, Lyra let out a cold laughter. “It’s far too late for that now, imh it! Not only is your beloved dughter a traitor now, your wife is dead, and your son will probably never heal from all you let him go through”
“Did Ravriel ever tell you that it is because of tris that you are Luma now?
Her Laughter died down instantly, and I felt dread pool in my stomach. “Think about what you are doing, Judas,” I wamed.
“Have you ever wondered why he wants Iris hack so badly? What exactly is he hiding from you?” He continued, not bothering to acknowledge my scaring. “She is the cure for the fever curse, the cured the pack, and she let him take credit for her actions.”
Lyra turned as white as paper as she tuned to me. “Is this true? Her voice trembled slightly. “It’s because of that bitch that you became Alpha?
“Don’t believe lum.”
“Then tell me why you want her back so badly!” She screamed.
1 looked away, and I guessed that was all the answer that she needed. “Fuck!” She screamed, and before we could react, she grabbed a heavy vase in the corner of the room.
“Lyra.” I tried to convince her away from what she was planning, but I was too late as I braced for a hit. I watched her make her way to judas and slam the vase on his head, knocking him out instantly.
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She panted heavily after she dropped the vase. She whirled around to face me. “How many people know?” She demanded, her eyes crazed.
“Apart from Iris and L. your father.” I replied, glancing briefly at the man on the ground.
“No one else?” she asked again.
“No one clic.” I confirmed, rage and fear radiating off her in waves. Lyra’s eyes burned with a mixture of betrayal and fury. Her hands trembled, and for a moment, I thought she might lash out again, but she just stood there, staring at me as if I were a stranger.
“This changes everything,” she said. “You lied to me, manipulated me into believing that you were the rightful Alpha”
“I did what I had to.” I defended, trying to keep my voice steady. “For the pack, for us.
“For us?” she echoed, her voice rising. “Or for yourself?”
She looked around, lost. “What are we going to do now, Kavriel?” she asked herself more than she asked me.
“Nothing will happen, Lyra,” I tried to calm her down. “It isn’t as bad as you are making it out to be.
She whirled around and shot me a deadly glare that promised retribution. “You still don’t understand, do you? If it gets out, it’s over for us. With the curse back, they are looking to the man who they believed cured them before. When they find out..they will uproot you, by force.”
My blood ran cold at the implications she was making me see. Uprooting Alpha’s throughout history has been an ugly affair. With the families of the
Alpha’s being publicly shamed and executed. The pack completely breaks apart until the pack no longer exists.
Lyra glanced down at her father, her eyes narrowing. “We have to get rid of him. He has to die with this secret.” She murmurs. I can see the calculations going on in her head.
“You will kill your father?”
“He is better off dead with what he knows Him being my father has nothing to do with this,” Lyra said coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth. Her nathless pragmatism was both chilling and impressive. This was one of the reasons why I had chosen ber as my Luna
Thesitated, looking at Judas’s unconscious form. Despite everything, the thought of killing him lett a bitter taste in my mouth. He had been loyal, albeir flawed, but his betrayal and his knowledge of my secret would be my undoing. Lyra was right. The risk he posed was too great. He would have
to die.
I watched Lyra ponder on our next move when a knock startled the two of us out of our reverie,
I peek through that peephole in the throne room door so that no one sees my advisor lying on the floor. I recognize the eyes of my royal
messenger.
“Alpha, it’s a letter from the Accursed Pack,” he informed, his voice worried.
My stomach sank As though we did not have enough to contend with What the hell did the bastard want? Or did the murder of Lycan that I ordered already come back to bite me in the ass? I collected the letter from my messenger.
“It’s from The Lycan Alpha I relayed to Lyra when she looked at me with a question in her eyes.
We both read the letter together and by the time we were done, I was surprised to see that Lyra had a smile on her face. “This is it, our way out.” “What are you saying? He wants the person responsible for the murder, or we are doomed.” I tried to understand why she was so gleeful
“The Alpha does not want you, he wants the person who took responsibility for the murder.” She gestured to her father. “And it was Judas Hawthorne that claimed that responsibility. He is as good as dead when we give him over to them. It’s perfect”
- Tra
26: Iris
