266. Lorenzo
By the time I returned, the atmosphere in the mansion’s living room was suffocating. Tension clung to the air like a storm waiting to explode. My eyes flickered across the room, taking in the rigid postures and wary gazes. Something was wrong, deeply wrong.
Elder Richard barely gave me a moment to settle before waving his hand, signaling the two uniformed men standing near him. Without hesitation, they lunged towards me.
“Apologies, Alpha-King, but your title as the Alpha-King of the werewolf territories has to be stripped away. You have lied to us all, made us look like fools. We have to arrest you.”
His words rang in the air, sharp and condemning. The room went utterly still, the weight of his declaration sinking in.
So, Don Rivan and Alpha Morris had failed to convinc
