Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Three

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Three

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I didn’t need a crowd to witness the trial. I had only invited en pack members, but no doubt, once it was over, news of what happened here would spread to the whole pack. The trial would take place in the dungeon chamber.

Phil and Austin took their positions by my side. I doubted Iooked any better than I had a few hours ago, but I was ready to face them. The door swung open, and three soldiers dragged in the rebels–Stark, Luthor, and, of course, Kade. The very one who had shot me.

The moment they spotted me, they went pale.

The soldiers didn’t have to force them to their knees–they went down willingly.

“We… you shouldn’t be alive. There’s no way you could have survived that,” Stark said, disbelief clear in his eyes. “It shouldn’t be possible…” he kept muttering to himself.

and they fell quiet. The tension in the room thickened with each passing second. “This is how this will go you

but Stark still looked uncertain. He stared at me

fatal, but the Empress had appeared out

you killed me, did you for one moment think about how it would

plan was for the next Alpha to be chosen by strength–the strongest in the pack would

not telling me,” I said. I could see it in the way the others kept darting

had other plans too, just in case the previous one failed. Military rule. We believed that this could be the beginning of something new and… different. But there were many flaws to the plan. So we decided that leadership would fall into the hands of the council till

their eyes, I knew exactly what they weren’t saying. The plan was to seize control–to force their way into the council even after walking away from it, afterall,

are many. But the others were too

being earned, but these people had wanted to seize

have been the first to come to mind. He never liked the idea

cried out, tears streaming down his face. “I swear my undying loyalty to you. I don’t care if I’m stripped of my title or forced to work in the fields among the farmers–I’ll do it. But I

you,” Stark said. He tried to sound brave, but I could see the fear in his eyes, he knew death was laying wait for them all. “We’ve made a grave mistake–one that will never be repeated. We know the consequences of our actions, but I

with a small wave. This time,

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