The Alpha of Alphas

Chapter Twenty Four

C-24

There is a dark shadow looming over Haze's face as he inches down Noah. The realisation of whose presence he is in dawns on him the moment the presence entered the room. There is more eye in his pupils than his eyes. The fear there, it makes me proud as much as it makes me sick.

I do not dare to look at my side. I can feel the scorching gaze pinning me in place, but I do not have time to entertain it or fear it.

Stepping aside Elma, I slap my hands onto the table. "Speak!" I do not mean for my voice to come out like I am a wild boar, but it does. And it startles Haze enough to snatch his widened eyes from my mate back to me.

'Speak before I kill you.'

I feel Noah stepping closer to me, not just because of the increasing waves of thundering pleasure but because of Haze inching away from me every second.

Noah comes to stand right behind me, the flurrying heat from his body making me feel things I should not be feeling in a prison.

I still do not turn around. My mate makes use of that as he pulls the chair back and gestures me to sit. I obey, to his peace. He does not move from behind me, causing goosebumps to rise over the length of my skin.

Haze looks between the both of us. Then something visibly clicks in his head. His jaw drops open. He aimlessly points a finger between the two of us, eyes as wide as the blue porcelain saucers Alpha Renier loved to drink his lavender tea in.

"I believe you were asked a question," Noah says, his voice steel.

'The king,' Haze screams in my mind and I have to put in a lot of effort to not flinch.

"Tell me why and how? Why after all this time? And if they weren't able to before, how can they now?" I speak aloud, not drawing suspicion as to what I am actually talking about.

I consider telling Noah he is a target for the millionth time. Then shake my head at the absurdity of the idea, the millionth time. When the cardinal wants someone dead, they die. Telling would only complicate matters. I need them to think their plan is seamless and let them carry it on as planned.

I cannot let the advantage of knowing when the hit is ordered to go.

So I force the words into Haze's head, 'If you value your family's life, you will speak.'

There is bleak understanding in his eyes. The denials gives way to acceptance within moments and he sits straighter now. "Remember the game we played when we got off lessons, Leona?" he says so calmly it takes me back to the peace and serenity I felt in this days.

Days when Alpha Renier was alive.

Days that now seem like they were centuries ago.

Days that will never come back.

"Which one?" I ask.

"Pack." There's a small twitch in his smile. "Remember how I always used to beat you and Rey?"

My mate must have noticed my mucked go tense under his hand when he presses into my shoulder.

Pack. As the name suggest, there were three teams, me, Rey, Haze, each of us head of our own pack. The others, in a game of dices and cards, had to take the others card by eliminating the protective circle of our pack.

Rey and I always attacked from the outside, gradually breaking our way in.

Haze, he ate the circle from within, poising each and every protector like a virus. No matter how hard we tried, he always found a way in.

"You still haven't answered why."

"Because it is time."

"For what?"

"Real werewolves to rule."

I stand, startling my mate who takes a quick step back to give me space. The tension in the room rises so much it becomes difficult to breathe. My mate behind me steps to my side, followed by Elma and two giant werewolves dressed in pitch black.

Haze just admitted to a treason being plotted. Treason against the crown that is my mate.

I swallow, hard, then turn to my mate. 'I would recommend biting the wolfsbane tablet,' I whisper into Haze's head, 'They have enchanters.'

He raises a brow, then the other, grasping my words with a tight fit. His smirk falls. His whole body relaxes.

"I am leaving," I say to Noah, who despite the striking confession of the prisoner only looks at me as I walk towards the door.

He does not follow me. I feel him walking up to Haze, as I open the door to leave.

There is a soft thud and loud gasps when I shut the door behind me.

Haze is dead.