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.

answer, then we’re done here. What kind of alpha do you wish to

Theo’s voice, an authority that

it like a force pressing down on

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

eyebrow. "Like me? And what exactly

a breath, gathering his

to lead, not rule. I want to be just. To be someone who sacrifices for his people, someone who makes things better

what I

him closely, reading beyond his words. Then he spoke, his tone even

brows furrowed. "I... I don’t understand what you

leaned forward, his voice

’use the toilet’ during the vote counting, I

saw men waiting, armed, hidden, ready. And among them..." He paused, letting the words sink in before delivering the final

sharp breath, her

was there?" His voice was barely

was too calm. Derrick isn’t one to sit back

pretending to take a

Derrick had men stationed, waiting. If you had

fell

fingers dug into his thighs as his thoughts raced. *Dead? Derrick would have killed me? Just like

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

wasn’t just Lucian who was

played out differently, there would have been bloodshed. A

fought back, but Derrick is ruthless. He wouldn’t have cared about casualties. I

still in shock. His whole

What does Derrick even want anymore?" His voice was strained, trying to make sense of it

That’s all he’s ever

you once knew is gone. The man

this moment, and now he’s ready to take back everything by any

let you win today, you

frustration swirled inside him, but so did

himself, but for everyone around him. He had been so focused on winning that he

steady. "Pack politics isn’t just