Chapter 579 The Alpha King’s Reckoning

Nathan had barely returned to Frost Pack when Stephen’s call came through.

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As the Alpha of Frost Pack, Nathan held a powerful position in Yalvaria’s intricate werewolf hierarchy enough to speak as an equal with the Speaker of the Council.

And when Stephen laid out his proposal, Nathan didn’t hesitate.

The enemy of my enemy is my ally.

That very night, he stepped into Stephen’s mansion personally.

“Alpha Nathan, your presence confirms what I hoped–our goals are aligned,” Stephen said, signaling his secretary to uncork a vintage bottle of wine. He raised his glass. “At tomorrow’s election, if Landon dares show his face, he’ll leave Yalvaria in a coffin.”

His fingers were white against the crystal glass, eyes burning with fanatical hunger for power.

Yalvaria and Montedra had been locked in a cold war for years. If it hadn’t been for Landon’s rise, Stephen would’ve already swallowed Montedra whole. The Alpha King had always been the immovable stone in his path.

He hated Landon–not just as a rival in politics and strategy, but for what his bloodline represented. That Alpha lineage had crushed every attempt Stephen made to seize control.

“As long as he lives, Yalvaria will always kneel beneath Montedra,” Stephen spat, downing his wine in a single, vicious gulp. “This time, I’ll cut the head off the snake. I’ll turn Montedra into Yalvaria’s hound.”

Nathan accepted the offered glass and raised it toward him. “I just want him dead.”

clink of their toast

night, both

the shadows like coiled predators. Stephen and Nathan spun a web of soldiers and traps. The

Landon woke from

face. The fatigue in his eyes was gone–only the glint

Hudson offered at breakfast. “You coordinating

bread. “Stephen has to be taken down by my hands. I want him to watch

the election grounds were already swarming with

by elite guards and Frost Pack warriors. A smug smile tugged at his

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The Alpha King’s

Then came the sound.

Rotors.

tremor ran through

like

clenched his fists,

of the lead chopper stood Landon–dressed in full camouflage combat gear, exuding the feral authority of

voice cracked through the

dropped to the ground like a panther, landing without

bravado, his voice booming from

his coat, eyes sharp as blades. “Not congratulations.

damning. “You funded rebels to engineer a genetic

“Lies! You’re trespassing on sovereign soil–you want to

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