The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 351

The Ball II

The Council members were the first to try to breach the line.

The head Council member-a portly wolf with a red face and a voice like gravel-pushed his way to the front, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Your Highness!” he bellowed, his voice carrying across the hall. “This is unacceptable! You cannot simply give away territory from the kingdom without Council approval!”

Caleb’s expression remained calm, almost serene.

“The Council’s approval was not required,” he said, his voice smooth and measured. “This is a matter of royal prerogative.”

The head Council member’s face grew even redder.

“Royal prerogative?” he sputtered. “Since when does the Crown have the authority to-‘

“Since always,” Caleb interrupted, his voice sharpening. “The Crown has the authority to reorganize pack territories, to grant independence, to make decisions that serve the greater good of the kingdom.”

The Council member’s jaw dropped.

“And the Bloodfang Pack deserves better leadership than it has received,” Caleb continued, his voice growing colder. “Alpha Calin was a tyrant. His rule was marked by corruption, abuse, and cruelty. The pack deserves a leader who will bring honor and integrity back to their

name.”

He paused, letting his words sink in.

“Attia Scott is that leader.”

The Council member’s eyes darted toward Attia, who stood at the edge of the crowd, his face impassive, his posture unyielding.

“He is a lone wolf,” the Council member hissed. “He has no pack, no standing, no-”

“He has everything he needs,” Caleb interrupted. “He has the support of the Crown. And he has the will to lead. Plus… he has the endorsement of the rightful heir, Luna Meriem.”

The Council member opened his mouth to argue further, but Caleb raised his hand.

“The decision is made,” he said, his voice brooking no argument. “It is final. Attia Scott is the new Alpha and King of the Bloodfang Pack. Anyone who wishes to dispute this decision can do so through the proper channels-after the ball.”

He gestured toward the ballroom, where the guests were still milling about in stunned confusion.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a celebration to enjoy.”

He turned away from the Council member, his hand finding Iva’s.

The Praetorian Guard held their position as the crowd slowly began to disperse, their murmurs of outrage giving way to whispers of speculation and intrigue.

Iva leaned into Caleb, her voice soft.

“You really know how to make an entrance,” she said.

Caleb’s lips curved into a thin smile.

“I believe in making a statement.”

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