Chapter 251: Elephant In The Room

Griffin wasn’t the eldest of the cardinal alphas. In fact, as impossible as it might seem, all four of them had been born at the exact same time. A rare, mythic occurrence regarded as both an ominous omen by some, and a celestial blessing by others.

Either way, it was undeniable proof of the Moon Goddess’s mark on their lives. Goddess-touched heirs, they had been called the moment they took their first breath — celebrated, revered, feared and destined for greatness.

The point was that Griffin naturally slipped into the role of an elder brother, perhaps due to his easy going personality or that fierce, loyal heart of his. He was the one who held the line when everything else threatened to fall apart. So, it wasn’t surprising that he was the first to break the silence.

"I believe we’ve been at odds lately," Griffin said, meeting Asher’s gaze without wavering under the intensity.

"At odds is quite the understatement, don’t you think?" Asher replied coldly, his voice devoid of warmth. "I think the term ’at war’ fits better."

"We don’t want war," Griffin told him calmly, hoping reason could still prevail.

"It didn’t seem like it when you all ganged up on Jeremiah." He reminded them grimly.

Griffin opened his mouth to speak, but Asher was not in the mood for excuses.

He told him. "That wasn’t war. Trust me, if I intended a real war, you’d know. That little scuffle I pulled with your deltas? That was child’s child’s play compared to what I had in mind. Unfortunately, Violet wouldn’t like it if she heard." He leaned forward, "So don’t worry, you’ve already paid the price, otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting at my table right now."

"Our table," Alaric corrected firmly.

Lunaris Academy, each possessing a throne and wielding equal authority. They were meant to be a united front. No

head turned slowly to Alaric, his stare like a dagger. "You really shouldn’t be

his tone, and no forgiveness behind his eyes. It was clear Asher hadn’t let go of what Alaric had done to Violet and was only tolerating

plastered across his face. "I didn’t

river." Asher’s scoff was sharp enough

by opening his big mouth, saying,

lethal glare. "Don’t even get me started with you, you conniving bastard. You think you’re so clever

Alaric shouted in unison, turning

muttered, "Damn, you must be so obsessed with

table with a dull thud thanks to

pinched it, voice nasally, "Wrong answer, I see. You’re not stalking her,

injury already healing up. Even though Asher

letting it slide. He shot to his feet, seething. "You snuck into Violet’s

to you," Roman said smugly, "She needed comfort and I provided it. Unlike you, I’m actually climbing up the rank on her forgiveness list. But you? You’ve been tossed in the

blows. Roman jerked upright, letting out a threatening snarl of his own, rising to the

thick with testosterone and power,

school’s already fractured from all the pack clashes. Jameson’s on her last nerve with us and I know none of us want Elijah

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