**He Promised to Give Me the World, Yet the Price Was My Soul by Caden Blake**
**Chapter 252: The King’s Wrath**
Within the imposing walls of the Lupine Academy, Alpha Gideon pressed his seal onto the stack of papers with an intensity that betrayed his simmering frustration. His jaw clenched tightly, and a bitter expression twisted his features as he issued a command that echoed with authority. “Distribute these to all the Alpha heirs and ensure they vacate the Academy by noon,” he instructed, his tone sharp as a blade.
Alpha Hugo, standing nearby, hesitated, his gaze flitting over the documents with a mixture of apprehension and disbelief. “Is this truly the right course of action, suspending the race for the Supreme Alpha throne this year, Gideon? You know the chaos those Alphas will unleash,” he replied, his voice laced with concern.
Gideon’s frown deepened, a low growl rumbling in his chest, a primal reaction to the unfolding situation. “Those imbeciles sealed their fate the moment that girl claimed victory in the last trial, Hugo. Their pride blinds them to the truth. They howl about unfair trials simply because a girl dared to compete among them, yet they fell to her prowess. And as for those four—Alpha Ronan, Ryker, Asher, and Finn—who were meant to contest for the throne? They’re no longer part of this equation. No,” he shook his head vehemently, “I’ve come to understand that they were never truly in the race for the throne to begin with. Now, Seraphina has boldly declared her intention to claim the Alpha King’s throne.”
Gideon’s voice turned colder, sharper than the winter wind. “Do you honestly believe the Supreme Alpha throne holds any significance now? It’s become a mere farce. Even the suspension of this year’s race feels like a mockery. Yet the higher-ups continue to insist on it, attempting to erase any evidence of a girl in disguise from an institution meant for boys. But do they truly think they can erase her existence?”
Hugo nodded grimly, his expression mirroring the tension that hung thickly in the air. “You’re right. But do you sense it too? There’s an unsettling suffocation in the atmosphere…as if something dreadful is looming just beyond our sight…”
Before he could elaborate, a sudden uproar erupted outside the office, the cacophony escalating rapidly. Both men exchanged wary glances, their instincts sharpening as they turned their attention to the door.
“What in the name of the moon is happening out there?” Hugo demanded, frustration lacing his voice.
Just as the words left his lips, the door to Gideon’s office swung open, and a tall, imposing figure strode in with an air of authority that commanded immediate respect. The presence of Alpha King Charles sent both Gideon and Hugo’s wolves into a frenzy of recognition, their instincts reacting long before their rational minds could catch up.
“Alpha King,” they both acknowledged in unison, rising to their feet and bowing deeply, though their faces betrayed their astonishment. It was not merely his unexpected entrance that left them reeling, but the sheer force of his presence, an undeniable aura that lingered even after the throne had passed to Asher. It baffled them how Charles could still exude such overwhelming dominance. Their wolves recognized both father and son as their leaders; it felt like an impossibility.
Charles’s piercing gaze swept across the room, his eyes narrowing with a predatory focus. “Where is Asher?” he demanded, his voice low and thick with authority, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.
Gideon straightened, his mind racing to catch up with the gravity of the situation before he replied. “Alpha King Asher is not present at the Lupine Academy, my King. I haven’t laid eyes on him since the incident in the Grand Hall.”
The atmosphere shifted palpably as Charles’s expression darkened, the weight of his next words pressing heavily in the air. “Retrieve the CCTV footage from that full moon night in the Grand Hall.”
Without hesitation, Charles settled into Gideon’s chair, the room enveloped in an oppressive silence, broken only by the flickering light of the laptop screen. His cold eyes scrutinized every frame of the security footage: Milton restraining Seraphina, Asher’s dramatic arrival, the wizards’ incantations resonating through the hall, arrows soaring through the air, and then…Seraphina’s breathtaking transformation into the Blood Petal.
His jaw tightened, veins throbbing at his temples as he absorbed the sight of Asher’s raw emotions—denial, fury—each frame igniting a pulse of disbelief within him. The camera angle shifted, revealing Finn standing silently on the balcony, an observer to the chaos unfolding below.
And then came the blaze.
A crimson aura erupted throughout the grand hall, flames consuming everything in their path.
Charles leaned forward, disbelief contorting his features. “A lycan?” he whispered, his eyes widening in shock. But as the red aura intensified, his voice morphed into a growl of realization. “No…not merely a lycan…the Lycan King.”
He struggled to breathe as the footage continued, showing Finn dragging Milton’s unconscious body from the inferno, Asher striding through the flames to meet Ronan’s gaze for a fleeting moment of shared understanding before both vanished into the chaos.
“FUCK!”
Charles slammed the laptop shut, the sound reverberating like thunder in the confined space. His breath came in ragged gasps, fury crackling through every word that followed. “They’re all after her…every single one of them: Ronan, Asher, Finn. Each is hunting for the Blood Petal in their own twisted way.”
He turned his blazing gaze toward Gideon, eyes glowing with his wolf’s essence. “You dared to harbor the Alpha King’s bride, the Blood Petal, within an all-boys academy, shattering centuries of law and tradition? And now that girl has the audacity to challenge the throne? To declare her intentions to seize my throne?”
His growl deepened, shaking the very air around them. “Knowing Asher, he’s already plotting something. And the Blood Petal, the kingdom’s most coveted treasure, is moving closer to the throne. A woman!” His voice cracked with unbridled rage. “How do you intend to take responsibility for this, Gideon?”


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