Chapter 30

• Alpha Lokris’s POV
• I had always hated Arthur. He loathed his pride and arrogance, even his bloodline. I loathed the fact that he owned all those vast lands, rich minerals, and valuable resources. How could one man have many things all at once? Why did it have to be him? Why not me? He didn’t deserve all these; I did. I should be the one controlling such enormous wealth. Yes, I know I was wealthy. I was wealthy enough to care for my pack comfortably, but I didn’t want "comfortable wealth." I needed those fertile lands, those rich minerals, and those valuable resources. I even needed his pack. In the whole two regions, he was the biggest and strongest Alpha. That was unacceptable to me! I was an Alpha too. I shouldn’t be losing battles with him. My men didn’t have to be scared to engage his men in a feral battle. We were all werewolves, so what was special about him and his pack? It wasn’t enough that he possessed all of these things; the Moon Goddess had to bless his pack with her children.
• Twins, who were usually born every five hundred years, were seen as a blessing to any pack they were born into, and as history would tell, they’ve been born just once in my pack but have gone to his four times in a row, and this time, they were his relatives. Sometimes, I wanted to say the moon goddess had been partial. How could she show favoritism? Bestowing everything to the Phantom pack, leaving my pack — Moon Star — to eat their dust. It was unfair, and I was going to stop at nothing until I saw that Arthur was brought down and taken out. I was going to make sure I stripped him of everything he owned and made it mine. I was going to plan carefully and efficiently this time. I was happy when I heard that he had been cursed. And that he might not be able to continue his lineage unless the curse was lifted. And I’d also heard how desperately and relentlessly he searched for a cure. That had been the little happiness I’d gotten from hearing it, and every day I hoped he never found the cure. It had also been said that if no cure was found before a certain age, he was going to die, leaving the pack empty, which was what I’d been waiting patiently for. To hear of his demise and strike. No pack could withstand any external battle without the strength of their Alpha. A pack without an Alpha is like a headless chicken running around, lost and hopeless.