178. Javier
Have you ever planned something so meticulously and you were so sure that nothing would go wrong and then everything that would not have gone wrong did?
The maid’s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes darting around as if afraid to even deliver the message.
“I-It’s the pack members,” she stammered, gripping the hem of her apron. “They are striking... all over the streets. They want you to give up your title—”
Before she could finish, I was already moving. My feet pounded against the wooden floor as I stormed out of the room, my vision blurring with sheer fury.
How dare they!
In seconds, I was at the packhouse’s living room, where the television’s glow cast flickering shadows on the walls.
“Javier should resign!”
The words slammed into me like a physical blow, making my
