The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 230

~Leo~

Andrew and I spoke extensively about the cult. Amelia and Clay were present. Clay chipped in occasionally, and the cult seemed deeply rooted, well-connected, wealthy and strong.

They had people from everywhere, and their influence and reach were widely spread throughout our world.

They had been in the shadows and controlled things from there; that was true power.

The fact that they had a purpose made them a lethal force.

"So, what if the king refuses to divide his kingdom because that is a possibility?" I asked Andrew, knowing that sharing the kingdom might be pushed against by Sylvester, the lords and the council.

Even if Sylvester is willing for the sake of peace, Dominic might not be, and the council will push back. I was sure of that.

It will be a challenging idea to sell, but our survival depends on it.

Andrew shrugged.

We knew it was beyond our control. That much we could accept.

"Then we have to think of other ways to keep the peace, but Sylvester will lose something either way. The Stepanovs want revenge, and they are equipt to get it. His concentrated alpha genes won't help in this regard. Unlike the Stepanovs, with almost the same abilities, the strong alpha genes of the Volkovs remain strictly in the line of succession, limiting the strength to one person or two in rare cases.

Maurice was the last of the truly powerful Volkovs. Stephanie's beta genes have weakened that gene, and Tamia's delta genes have furthermore weakened it. Sentiments aside, they no longer have that concentration. It is a losing battle for the Volkovs," he said, and I could understand his views.

I knew the Volkovs isolated alpha genes for breeding purposes, and Maurice had somehow skipped that part. He must have loved Stephanie dearly. All his flaws aside, he did care for her in his twisted way.

Seeing that Andrew knew all this, I did not understand why he was helping us.

"You have more to gain in the cult than out here, Andrew. Why are you helping us?" I asked him, and he sighed. There was a rage that rose in his weird-looking eyes. He tried to conceal it, but I could see it.

"Erik killed my father because my father said Yuri's idea was the best and we should quit while we were still ahead. I will never forget it, Leo.

He made it a public affair and executed him as if he had committed treason.

Then he stripped my family of our honour. After serving them for years as equals, he ridiculed us and belittled my family's name.

Everyone just watched. No one did anything about it.

It made me realise the world we would have if Erik were in charge. I do not want to live in Erik's world. I would rather die," he said with hatred and rage in his eyes.

"Moreover, The Ivanovs are the only sane family I have, and Erik does not have anything good planned for them. The only reason he is yet to come after the true heirs is that he can't. Alexei and Clay are a lethal force that will always protect their territory. Even though they can't take their territories, they will attempt to take the region. I am sure they will reach out to them soon. I am here to ensure they see the cult for what it truly is and don't join. As for Amelia, she deserves a happy life, Leo, and she has that with you. Her transformation in Mountain was noticeable and commendable. Thank you." He added.

There was no doubt he was telling the truth there. His hand were shaking, and his lips quivered when he spoke. Unless they had acting talents and took rehearsal classes, there was no doubt the emotions were genuine, but it made me warier of him.

What were the odds that he could be using us? He might have ulterior motives and decided to side with us to take care of the competition. I knew politics was a dirty game, and I had to be careful that we did not end up doing their bidding in the name of saving our world.

"What did Yuri do about it?" I asked him. He did not need to know his stories didn't entirely take me. I planned to play along until I had a good reason not to.

"He said my father wasn't in his camp and wanted to keep the peace, so he let it go. My father wasn't significant enough for him to tell Erik it was enough and pushed back.