The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 187

Sinclair

I lean over the back of the sofa in my quest suite, my hands closed in white- knuckled fists around the frame. My phone is lit up on the table in front of me, Gabriel’s name glowing on the screen. Hugo and the Black Alder Alpha, Callahan, stand beside me, looking on with somber expressions. “Talk to me. What do we know?”

“It’s bad, Dom.” The Vanaran King reports. “My spies say that all signs point to utter ruin. Civilians are fleeing the territories in droves, and the governments they’re leaving behind are scrambling. The packs have all fallen to Damon, and the human regimes are considering extreme action to hold off the invasion.”

“Do they not realize what they’re up against?” I demand. “After all, the upper echelons of government have always known the secret, they know h0w far ahead our SOcieties are.”

“And they’ve been planning contingencies.” My father interjects. “Sovereigns from other continents are offering their aid, there’s been talk of employing weapons of mass destruction… of secret laboratories working for decades on projects inventing next-gen arms capable of combatting our own. They’ve been preparing for this sort of eventuality since day one.”

“And what have they come up with? Any weapon deadly to shifters will also be lethal to humans.” I remind them.

“From what we can tell, even the best of their labs haven’t come close to matching the sophistication of our technology.” Phil!ppe reveals. “They’re at least fifty years behind. But that’s less important than the likelihood that they’ll deploy them anyway. Some we can stop and neutralize- others we shield against, but there are others still that we cannot defend against once they’ve been deployed, only try to mitigate the damage.”

“Im afraid things are reaching the point where the humans may very well decide to abandon their own people left under Damon’s rule, for the sake of taking him out once and for all.” Gabriel cautions, answering the second part of my question. “They see them as lost causes, collateral damage.”

“That’s ũnconscionable.” I snarl. “What kind of leader would contemplate k!lling their subjects so indiscriminately, as if they’re nothing more than pawns in some larger game?”

“It’s containment.” Ella chimes in, her sweet voice clashing with the harsh words. “They’re panicking and they want to fight fire with fire. Damon isn’t holding back no matter the impact on the shifters under his rule, and the humans are being faced with the choice between losing some of their populations, or having the entirety enslaved.”

said.” Roger sighs, “things are worse

of the

to quell my wolf’s rabid

still able to bring refugees

isn’t enough anymore, and we need to allocate more funding to

help it. “Has there been

“the rebellion is all but in shambles after this… there’s a strong undercurrent of anger and hope among our allies back home… they’re eager to fight, but right now our biggest

word from the Veran King.” Gabriel adds,

to violence there or in Sevka, but the human s are in an uproar around the world. They’re anxious about our future.. they’re willing to offer any help they can

a thìng. The only thing that comes to mind is inventing a time machine and going back to kit Damon before he ever got

will have some sort of answer. I’m

wishing I could see her. “You know the ways of humans far better than we do. Do you have

can do is show them that they aren’t suffering alone. Show them that Damon does not reflect all shifters, and that our people don’t want him in power any more than they do.” Another pause, and I can imagine my mate’s beautiful face scrunched up in deep thought. “I think we should extend our rescue operations to include human

government you can to offer aid, whether it’s money or resourcès, and

Dad praises, “we need to combine PR with diplomacy and hard line action. This isn’t just our

word on the ground. Half of Damon’s strategy is propaganda and fear mongering, we can counter it with a whisper campaign of our own. Don’t let people lose hope, don’t let Damon convince them we’re enemies. Print up flyers supporting the

I have a minute alone with my mate please?” I request, though it’s actually an order. I listen as the men on

we’re finally alone, I ask. “How are

overwhelmed.” She admits in a soft voice, “I never imagined thĩs could