Chapter 38

Alpha Though

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Alpha Kingsley POV

I had been quiet and distant ever since leaving that small town.

The feeling of not being in control… or being watched… left a bitter taste in my mouth-and in my entire being.

Things were getting more serious and complicated than I had expected.

The enemies lurking in the shadows were beginning to show their fangs and claws, probably searching for loopholes and weaknesses to exploit.

The dark figure I caught in the woods, the one that had been following us, died instantly.

It didn’t even give me a chance to interrogate him.

Whoever was behind these people was ruthless.

Decisive.

Calculated.

The dark figure… and even the dead guard in my pack…

They all seemed to be affected by a strange curse.

A curse that activates the moment they are captured-poisoning them instantly and leading to death.

I had heard of such vicious curses before.

From ancient records passed down through my lineage.

Such a curse could only be cast by a Dark High Priest… or Priestess.

In ancient times, these high priests and priestesses who practiced dark magic used such curses to bind and control their followers.

They could restrict them.

Manipulate them.

Even control their enemies.

It ensured absolute loyalty.

Unquestionable obedience.

They held the lives and deaths of their followers in their hands.

Anyone afflicted by such a curse was nothing more than a slave to the caster.

They would rather die than betray their master.

And they would die immediately without hesitation when caught my a third party.

These practitioners of dark magic were known to worship the Ancient Evil God-Baalzebul.

They used human blood and the spirits of living creatures.

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Sacrifices.

Rituals.

All to fuel their dark magic and commit unspeakable atrocities.

The High Priests and Priestesses of Baalzebul were very strong.

Extremely powerful, mysterious and dangerous.

They possessed strange, vicious abilities that defied logic.

According to ancient history…

Baalzebul once attempted to dominate and control the entire world.

His reign was filled with bloodshed.

Mass sacrifices.

Endless destruction.

It led to what became known as the Great Ancient Holy War.

A war where countless supernatural beings perished.

In the end…

The Moon Goddess herself intervened.

She destroyed and sealed Baalzebul and wiped out his followers.

And brought an end to that dark era.

Since then, dark magic became rare and forbidden.

Eradicated.

Anyone caught practicing it would be executed.

Their entire bloodline burned at the stake.

No exceptions.

But…

Rumors still lingered.

Whispers in the shadows that some of the High Priests and Priestesses survived the purge.

That they were still out there hiding and waiting.

Plotting and trying to revive the Ancient Evil God once again.

No one had ever confirmed those rumors.

But now…

I wasn’t so sure anymore.

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If those followers of Baalzebul had truly survived…

They should have remained hidden.

Not creeping into my territory.

Not daring to move this openly.

“What are they really plotting…” I muttered under my breath.

This was getting darker by the second.

And something told me

This Wolf Conference would not be simple.

With the Lycan chairmanship election approaching…

And the re-emergence of dark magic…

Everything seemed to be happening at once.

Too fast.

Too coordinated.

Spiraling out of control.

I didn’t yet know what those in the shadows were planning.

Or how it directly affected me.

But one thing was certain the world was about to change.

And I wasn’t sure if it would be for better…

Or worse.

If those worshippers of darkness were truly trying to revive Baalzebul…

Then chaos would follow and blood would flow.

Lives would be lost.

Entire packs could fall.

If my pack had become their target….

Then the future would be far more troublesome than expected.

Not that I feared them.

No.

If anything… I welcomed the bloodshed and I’m ready to tear apart anything that threatens me or my territory.

My darker side had been dormant for too long.

Suppressed.

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Controlled.

But even then…

My thoughts drifted to Olivia.

“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath.

I clenched my jaw slightly.

“I can’t afford to show any weakness… especially not now.”

Not with darkness approaching.

The enemies were watching.

Waiting.

If they discovered my connection to Olivia…

Then…

I cut the thought short.

Different theories and possibilities flooded my mind, leaving me distracted from everything around me.

Even when Kate tried to provoke Olivia…

I remained silent.

Much to Argon’s irritation.

Back to the present.

The carriage slowed to a stop as we arrived at the sacred ground.

I stepped down first, then helped Olivia down beside me.

I couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the expression on her face, confusion and curiosity.

“Have we arrived already?” she asked, looking around.

“Are you sure we didn’t miss our way?”

Before I could respond-

David spoke.

“Just wait and see.”

My expression darkened slightly.

Olivia’s face lit up immediately upon seeing him.

She clearly didn’t expect him to be part of the journey.

I only found out later myself.

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Andrew had arranged for him to join us.

And I understood why.

David was strong and capable and from my lineage although with weaker bloodline.

A warrior worthy of recognition.

Still….

That didn’t sit well with me.

I didn’t like him being close to Olivia, I didn’t like the familiarity and even if I knew that he would never dare touch what belonged to me.

Not even if he had ten thousand lives.

A low growl escaped me unintentionally.

Possessive and dark.

Olivia immediately froze and the smile on her face vanished.

She simply nodded politely at him.

I nodded slightly in approval, at least she understood.

Good.

I stepped forward toward the clearing ahead.

As I passed David, I cast him a sharp glance.

A silent warning.

Then I raised my hand slightly.

The air shifted and the wind turned cold.

As I began chanting the sacred code in the ancient Lycan language, the atmosphere changed instantly.

The ground hummed faintly beneath us and the air thickened with power.

Then.

A bright light burst forth, Radiant and blinding.

And slowly…

The entrance to the Sacred Ground revealed itself.

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