Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 202: Chapter 202

Theo sat still, his gaze unwavering, watching both Kimberly and Lucian as they grew restless.

Their impatience was evident, but he remained quiet, his expression unreadable.

The weight of the moment pressed down on them, the air thick with unspoken questions.

Kimberly was the first to break the silence.

"Theo, what do you mean with your statement?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and caution.

She knew Theo never spoke without purpose. If he had said something as serious as saving Lucian’s life, then it meant there was far more to the situation than they understood.

Theo finally shifted his posture, his eyes still locked onto Lucian. "Lucian, come have a seat here," he said, gesturing to the empty spot beside him.

Lucian hesitated for a brief moment before stepping forward.

His movements were slow, reluctant, but he eventually sat down. His displeasure was clear, anger, confusion, and disappointment all simmering within him.

He had lost, and now he was being asked to sit beside the very man who made that loss happen.

Theo leaned forward slightly, his tone calm but firm.

"I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me. No hesitation. No deflection. Just the truth. Can you do that?"

Lucian exhaled sharply but nodded. "Yeah... okay."

Theo’s piercing eyes locked onto Lucian’s.

"What kind of alpha do you wish to be?"

Lucian blinked, caught off guard. Kimberly, too, was visibly surprised by the unexpected question.

Lucian frowned. "Does it matter anymore? I’ve already lost. There’s no point in talking about it." His voice carried the bitterness of defeat.

Theo’s lips curled into a faint smile, but it wasn’t one of amusement. It was knowing, almost testing.

And if you don’t answer, then we’re done here. What kind of alpha do you

was something in Theo’s voice, an authority that left no room for indifference.

a force pressing down on him,

up straighter. "I want to be different. I want to be

an eyebrow. "Like me? And what exactly

breath, gathering

want to be just. To be someone who sacrifices for his people, someone who makes things better for everyone, not just those

what I see in

words. Then he spoke, his tone even and deliberate. "Can a dead

"I... I

his voice

I excused myself to ’use the toilet’ during the

And among them..." He paused, letting the words sink in before delivering

sharp breath, her

his mind reeling. "Derrick... was there?" His voice was barely above

that everything was too calm. Derrick

stepped away, pretending to take a

had men stationed, waiting. If you had won the vote, Lucian... you’d be dead by

fell into

thighs as his thoughts raced. *Dead? Derrick would have killed

the first to speak. "So... he was planning

"It wasn’t just Lucian

would have been bloodshed.

Derrick is ruthless. He wouldn’t have

in shock. His

voice was strained, trying to make sense of

That’s all he’s ever

once knew is gone. The man that remains

moment, and now he’s ready to

I had let you win today, you

clenched. Anger and frustration swirled inside him,

for himself, but for everyone around him. He had been so focused on winning that he never

continued, his voice steady. "Pack politics isn’t just