CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY EIGHT
Nolan’s POV
The ceremony grounds were already full by Sam. Every Alpha from the major packs had gathered. Their banners displayed along the outer walls in multiple shades of silver, gold, crimson, and blue. Strings of lights hung between the old pines. Their glow catching on polished stone and silver decorations. The stage had been rebuilt since the last celebration. Its wide steps leading to an altar were covered in white cloth and bowls of moon lilies.
I sat in the front row.
Around me, people were talking. I didn’t need to listen closely to know what they were saying. Word of me poisoning the Alpha King spread quickly, and the fact that I was still alive seemed to unsettle them. No one dared to meet my eyes for long.
I’d grown used to the way people looked at me with fear, curiosity, and barely concealed distrust, so I didn’t care.
Then. Jason and Michael walked toward the front. I felt my wolf bristle within me. I ignored him. We would play nice today.
“Alpha Nolan,” he said lightly as they approached. “A grand place, isn’t it?”
I didn’t look at him. “That depends on how you define grand,” I said.
Michael chuckled and took the seat to my right, with Jason beside him. “It’s good to see you. I trust there are no hard feelings after the inquiry?”
I turned my head just enough to meet his gaze. “You mean the inquiry you staged to have me executed?”
His smile faltered for half a second, but he recovered quickly. “Business between Alphas can get messy. No need to dwell on the past.”
“I am not dwelling,” I told him. “A shame that Jason forgot what I told him when we first became allies.”
Jason shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. I would get even with them. If they thought they were safe, they were fools.
I focused my attention back on the stage, ending the conversation.
The murmurs around us quieted as another Alpha made his way down the aisle. It was Alpha Colin.
He carried himself with the same calm confidence I remember from the first time I saw him: confident, charming, and far too composed. His pack’s crest gleamed on the shoulder of his tailored coat. When he reached my row, his eyes flicked toward me, and then down to the empty seat on my left.
“Mind if I sit here?” he asked.
“It’s a free seat,” I replied evenly.
He smiled and sat down. “Good. I was beginning to think everyone was afraid of you.”
“They are,” I said without humor.
He chuckled softly, unbothered. “Fear and respect often look the same from the outside.”
I didn’t respond. His tone was too light. I knew that type of confidence. It was the kind born from inheriting power versus working for it. It irritated me more than it should have.
Colin glanced sideways at me, and I returned his gaze. “Is there something on my face, Alpha Colin?”
“You look tired, I have to say.”
“Long night.”
“You should drink Moonlight Spring water when this is over. It helps.”


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