Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath (Leslie and Kirby) novel Chapter 452

Malach’s POV

The Pack has been on edge lately.

Old Alpha Marcus seems dead-set on reclaiming his lost power. He’s been busy rallying his old guard while simultaneously hunting for Betas who felt slighted by Alpha Kirby’s sweeping reforms.

Suddenly, the Crimson Moon Pack is a den of paranoia. Most werewolves are watching from the sidelines with bated breath, terrified of picking the wrong side and ruining their lives forever.

Quite a few worried souls have come forward to advise Alpha Kirby, warning him to be on his guard.

But as far as I can see, the Alpha merely listens with a detached air. He hasn’t taken these warnings to heart, nor has he made a single move to counter them.

I’m not worried, though.

Alpha Kirby’s capability and status are long past the point of being shaken. He was the one who took the Crimson Moon Pack from a mere North Continent powerhouse and thrust it onto the global stage, turning us into a force that can stand toe-to-toe with Lycan Royalty.

That is a height Marcus' generation could never hope to reach.

I have particular faith in the younger generation the Alpha personally promoted. Like me, they witnessed the old Alpha’s rotting system of nepotism—who could ever respect a pack where a relative who could barely read was handed a high-level executive position?

I pushed up my glasses, maintaining a professional smile as I began my report.

"Alpha, Old Alpha Marcus has paid private visits to several Beta Elders. As per your instructions, all relevant video and audio recordings have been preserved."

Alpha Kirby remained expressionless, his lips curling into a disdainful smirk.

"What terms did the old man offer?"

I could hear the contempt in his voice. I replied without missing a beat, "A promise to increase the Council of Elders' authority and secure key internal positions for their nephews and sons. In exchange, he wants these Elders to lead a mass protest with their wolves on the day of the abdication ceremony."

Alpha Kirby let out a sharp scoff. His expression said it all: Wishful thinking.

Indeed, what kind of storm could those Elders possibly kick up? They’re the same ones who usually don’t even dare to breathe too loudly in the Alpha's presence.

His long fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk. After a moment, he asked, "Is the courier still delivering the documents every day?"

I nodded. "Yes. The Old Alpha was flying into rages at first, screaming insults at the staff. Lately, he just tears the documents up. His temperament seems relatively... stable."

"Stable?" Alpha Kirby’s tone was thick with disbelief.

I understood, of course. A wolf as cunning as the Old Alpha doesn't simply become "stable" without a reason.

I was about to continue my briefing when my phone chimed. I glanced at the screen and looked up calmly.

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