Chapter 149
Claude pov
Something was happening.
Something terrifying.
Something that had even me, Alpha Claude, the most handsome and extraordinary man in the world, sitting stiff and silent.
You’re probably wondering what could make a man like me frown, brows drawn together, shoulders tense as I sat in the study with my brothers, the only sound being the relentless ticking of the clock.
I will tell you this much-this was rare. Very rare.
And even Lucien…
My gaze drifted to him slowly as he sat beside me, his expression icy, somehow colder than usual, if that was even possible. His posture was straight and rigid, an unlit cigar perched between his lips.
Even Lucien―the beast among us, the man who could scare women to death with a single glare, looked tense.
He didn’t say a word, he couldn’t say a word. Not when ‘he’ was being like that.
As if on cue, both of our eyes snapped to Silas, who sat next to Lucien, his legs crossed, the air around him heavy, charged with tension. His expression…was unreadable as he held a book in his hand, not speaking, not looking at anyone.
He just read.
Both Lucien and I frowned at the same time. Usually, this was nothing new for Silas. The man was a rock, unmoved, unshaken, emotionally unavailable to the world.
But this time… this time, something was off.
Once again, in perfect sync, Lucien and I flicked our gaze downward and noticed Silas’s foot, slightly shaky, restless.
The one tiny thing that betrayed him.
And that meant only one thing.
He was thinking.
Planning.
And whatever he was planning… was definitely not good.
Hell, when Father died, Silas hadn’t even taken twenty minutes to grieve before picking up a book, his foot shaking like that and the next thing we knew, he had calmly deduced where a massive group of rogues would be hiding and how we would hunt them down.
Because of him, we wiped out a huge chunk of the Verek rogues that day. Around fifty thousand. We didn’t get Verek himself, but it crippled the rogues for months.
And the other time this happened, Silas had gotten revenge on an Alpha-not by killing him, but by utterly destroying his life. The dumb guy had made a careless comment about Father’s death.
And Silas?
He made the man lose his territory, his pack turned against him, and even manipulated the Alpha’s allies to strip him of every ounce of influence.
The man ended up alone, exiled, penniless, and humiliated, all because of a single word.
That was how bad it got when Silas entered this mode.
And now?
Now I was certain this had everything to do with the little wolf-Lilith.
“Ahh… she is so dead.”
I flopped back into my seat, finally tearing my eyes away from Silas and closing them with a long, dramatic sigh. I dragged a hand through my hair as the memories from yesterday replayed.
“I love you so much. Let me mark you. Let me make you mine, Lilith”
Those were the words Lucien and I had walked in on.
And to say I was shocked didn’t even scratch the surface.
Silas had said that?
I would’ve believed the sun decided to rise in the west tomorrow faster than that.’
My jaw had nearly hit the floor, and Lucien’s eyes had widened so hard I thought they might escape his skull.
However…
“Alpha Silas, forgive me… but I will act as if I hadn’t heard what you just said.”
She had turned him down.
Hard.
Enough to make me inhale sharply and almost laugh, except I couldn’t, because, for the first time ever, I actually felt sorry for my big brother.
He had confessed his feelings. He had said words he couldn’t even whisper to Father or his brothers… only to be rejected the very next second.
It was brutal.
Funny but brutal.
And if you thought that shocked me and Lucien… you should have seen his face when we walked in later.
Silas was on the bed, staring at the door like the universe had just short-circuited. That man was in a daze,
A long, awkward silence followed and I had glanced at Lucien, silently pleading that he should say something. However, he looked at me with the deadpan expression that screamed.
Do I look like I can comfort anyone?
Which was true.
So, as the responsible younger sibling, I opened my mouth to offer the classic pep talk
“Don’t be sad, brother. Rejections happen. It’s not you, it’s her.”
But before I could even finish….
His expression did a 180. His shock had changed to something else.
Lips pouting, eyes glistening, he clutched his chest dramatically and oh yes-Silas started crying.
Like, really crying.
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A fully grown, fearsome alpha male crying like a rejected teenage boy in the middle of a tragedy-rom-com as he turned to look at us.
And goddess, my first reaction was to laugh. I really wanted to laugh. But instead, I just stood there in disbelief as Silas turned to us, eyes watery, voice trembling, asking what he was feeling, why this sudden wave of sadness had hit him, why he couldn’t stop crying. Why she had rejected him.
And that’s when it hit me.
Lilith had really broken my brother.
Just as she broke something else too.
My wolf or should I say… dog?
“Claude, Claude. Do you think because she rejected Silas, she would reject us too?”
Dervic sat on the throne in his wolf form, tail wagging, tongue out, eyes shining with hopeless puppy love. When his image flashed in my mind, the corner of my lips twitched into a frown, my eyes flashing with disgust as he continued.
“You know,” Dervic said proudly, puffing out his chest, “I don’t think she’d reject us if we asked her out. Because I was such a good boy, she will definitely say yes to us.”
He paused, giving himself an approving nod, his expression now scheming.
“But I hope she rejects Lucien too… so we can be the only center of her attention.”
A scoff slipped out of me. I parted my lips, ready to snap at him, ready to tell him he had no shame, ready to tell him that he was literally a white terrifying wolf, not some cute little puppy but before I could…
If he intended to harm Lilith…
I knew at that moment, I might break that promise.
I might really have to fight Silas.
“You two…”
He began, his voice icy, nothing like yesterday’s.
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The ticking of the clock seemed to speed up, each second louder, sharper, like a countdown. His gaze locked onto the women kneeling on the floor.
“Are you close to Lilith?”
Both women stiffened instantly. Slowly, they turned to look at each other, confusion clear on their faces.
At the same time, Lucien’s expression darkened and so did mine.
I was right.
This was about Lilith.
“Yes, Alpha Silas,” Theila answered without hesitation, her head still bowed. “We are… close to Lilith.”
“I see,” Silas muttered.
Then-
Slam!
He struck the desk with both hands, the sound sharp and explosive. The women flinched, jerking their heads up as Silas stood so abruptly that even I was caught off guard. He leaned forward, palms pressed into the desk, his aura surging, his expression intense.
“Then this Alpha will entrust you with an important mission,” he said coldly. A mission of the highest regard. One that must not fail.”
My heart sank.
This is it, I thought grimly. He’s lost it. He really wants to hurt her.
Lucien narrowed his eyes, his cigar hanging loosely between his lips. I frowned, already bracing myself.
Silas straightened, eyes burning with conviction.
“Your mission,” he said dramatically, “is to win Lilith’s heart and make her fall in love with me.”
Lucien’s cigar slipped straight out of his mout
h and hit the floor, along with my jaw
Silence.
Pure. Absolute. Dumbfounded silence.
“Huh?” I said, tilting my head.
Lucien blinked once. Then again.
Abraham, who had been standing quietly in the corner, blinked too, slo
wly, like his brain had briefly stopped working.
And then…
“Huh?” the two women said at the exact same time, all eyes on Silas as if we had heard wrong but his expression…something in them told me that we hadn’t at all.
Lilith…what have you done to my brother?

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