The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 149- The Prince’s Gambit

King Andras was watching the press conference when his son stormed in, blood dripping from his claws. When Damon entered, the conference was winding down, with Sinclair thanking the press for their support and apologizing again for their deception. He called for action against the Prince, stating that the fate of the united packs was at risk if the Alpha Council did not act.

‘You idiot.” He growled at his son, clicking off the television. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I took the wrong advice, but I’ve dealt with that now.” Damon answered snidely, “I got rid of that no-good bitch once and for all.”

‘That’s what you get for taking the advice of a woman.” The King groused.” And if that weren’t bad enough, your incompetence has just cost our family the crown!”

“Me!” Damon exclaimed in outrage, ‘You’re the one who’s being removed from the throne, the only reason I’m in this position in the first place is that you were too weak to fight the council and instead expected me to save your ass and the family legacy! You weren’t even going to let me rule if I won! You expected me to be your fucking puppet!”

“Because you don’t have what it takes to lead!” King Andras shouted. “You do shit like this! Thinking violence can solve all your problems, acting without thinking, taking strategy from a traitorous whore with more cunning than common sense!”

“Oh like you’re so different!” The Prince scoffed cruelly. ‘You stole the crown exactly the same way I tried to, so if you want to blame anyone for my mistakes, look in the damned mirror!”

off because I planned and accounted for every last contingency. I didn’t just take it into my head to kill Henry Sinclair and start lashing out at him any way I could, regardless of the collateral damage! I didn’t risk the lives of the citizens I rule or align myself with extremists! I didn’t commit treason! I made a single, strategic strike and took out the competition. It’s not about morality or nobility, it’s about using your

we’re supposed to get out of this without taking extreme action!” Damon shouted, livid that his father wasn’t taking

his head in disbelief. “There is no getting out of this, boy. The damage is done and if you think the council will overlook your traitorous plots you are out of your mind. The only option you have now is to run before they

you care that Sinclair

snarled. “But a good Alpha has to know when they’re beaten, and trust me when I

Sinclair, all of them. Without their interference and regulations, our power could be limitless. No more quibbling diplomacy, everyone shouting over one another in order to be heard and get their own way. Total

King Andras replied, so shocked by the Prince’s suggestion that he had to sit down.

by nothing but your own greed.” The horror in his eyes was obvious to his son, and he made no effort to hide it. “In all my years I never

defeat? That’s pathetic.” Damon derided. “Clearly the council was right to unseat

a father. “Because Goddess help me, but right now I can’t help rooting for Sinclair. If the only alternative to

It isn’t fair! I’m your heir! The throne is supposed to be mine! He

have another choice. You made this bed and you are the one who has to lie in it.” Andras declared firmly, “I won’t protect you from the

still at a loss to process the shock of this conversation. He’d known Damon was not fit to be King for some time now, but he didn’t realize the boy was so unhinged. He thought he could

would have imagined his only son might turn his violence onto him, but that’s exactly what he did. While the King was still sitting there,

conceptualize this new betrayal. When Damon shifted back into human form, spitting out his father’s blood and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked down at the older man with smug triumph. “Now you are no longer

his beta with the news of the King’s demise.” Announce to everyone that Sinclair invaded the palace and killed the king,

them that the sentence for insubordination will be death… I also need poison” Damon decided, thinking that as cowardly as Lydia’s tactics were, there was no doubting they were effective. The average soldier