Page 101 of The Alpha King's Fate

“Protocol? To bully and threaten your people until you get your way? To put us all in danger just because you can? To humiliate a worthy and strong Alpha who only wants the best for his people?”

Hugo’s gaze landed on Chase as if he’d only remembered what they did to him.

“If you disband the packs now, the Hunters won’t find us. We have to control the situation—”

“Alpha Chase, please rise.”

Chase lifted his head. There was anger coming off him in waves, but there was humiliation. Helplessness. The confident Alpha had been knocked down. When he slowly rose, he put his arm around his bruised side and lowered his head.

“Hold your head up, Alpha Chase. Look me in the eye.”

There were murmurs from the people seated on the ground behind him. While people sometimes looked him in the eye, the beast never tolerated it. Never.

He met Chase’s confused gaze and nodded.

“You’re my mate’s and child’s protector. That makes us equals. That makes you my brother. So I will burn the world down for you if you ask me to.”

He looked back at Lincoln and lifted him higher. The Alpha’s face lost all colour, and his eyes were drooped. He was on the verge of unconsciousness.

“So tell me, Alpha Chase. Do you want me to burn the world down for you?”

It was his call. They had humiliated Chase for hours while he’d waited for the Hunters. It was Chase who would decide if they lived.

Hugo stepped back and New Finn fell to his knees. The fear they had hidden came back in full force.

“Please,” New Finn said. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.”

“Do we end this shit now?” he asked Chase.

There was a pause before Chase walked to stand beside him.

“No. We have bigger problems to deal with right now,” Chase answered.

Countless soldiers in his forest were ready to kill him if he killed the Circle members. Killing them now would bring more trouble to their heads before he could rescue Layla.

But he would do it. The shit with the Circle would only end one way.

He threw Lincoln to the ground where he landed next to the dead assassins. His fingers stopped stinging, but he could feel the dark magic wrapping around everything in his body, still moving within him.

“How did you do that?” Hugo whispered as he knelt beside Lincoln. “How did you even touch him? Is that how Layla broke through the door at the trial? How you walked on the silver stage?”

Though Hugo was still scared, his curiosity still came through. Did he expect answers now?

“I thought you were the sensible one, Hugo,” he said as Cain retreated. “Take your people and go. The next time I see you, it won’t end well.”

Hugo lowered his head and nodded before he helped Lincoln to his feet. New Finn was already in their car. He doubted he would see him again.

As the car drove away from the gates, they swung open. Dylan came out and rushed to his side.

‘I couldn’t let them in. I’m sorry I couldn’t handle them myself; I knew they would command me,’ he said in the mind link.

‘You did the right thing. They came here to kill us.’

Dylan’s gaze lowered to his side.

“You’re hurt.”

“It’s already healed,” he answered. “Take care of everyone. I have to go back.”

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