His Silent Temptation

Chapter 10 - Daughter of an Alpha

K I L L I A N

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Without another word, I departed with Theo stuck to my side. I didn’t need to stay to witness Nicolas’s stunned expression. Nor could I fathom the words I just said. Alive and well.

Selene didn’t belong in my brutal world. My life had no room for pure little wolves scared of their own shadows. But the further I walked down the hospital hallways, the more I ached to walk back to her. A primal instinct, if you would. It was driving me insane.

And Knox’s constant whining didn’t help.

Selene belonged to me. She wasn’t safe by herself. There were people eager to capture her, dead or alive. Men willing to bet their lives on the line at a single glimpse at her. Fools willing to kneel and beg for a sight of her, fools like Malore.

“This is the agenda for the meeting with your grandfather, he’s…” Theo continued on, but I was already losing my mind.

For a second, Selene’s parted lips crossed my mind. Pale pink and perfect, a thrill rushed through my body at the thought of it wrapped around me. Our future should’ve never crossed again, but it did. She should’ve never ran into my arms, but she did.

I clenched my jaw. The urge to seek revenge for her was killing me. The instinct to have her in my arms was overwhelming.

In my entire thirty-year existence, I never once cared for a woman. I screwed and kissed whoever I pleased without a single glance back. Not a single woman had ever fazed me. No one had ever caught my attention.

No one but Selene f*cking Yves.

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“I heard you married the traitor’s daughter.”

No greetings. No formality. Just a single comment. Had it been anyone else in the pack, they would’ve dropped dead onto their knees begging for their life. Nicolas never tolerates disrespect, Chester would’ve sliced off a tongue, and Jasper? That boy would have swung with his book.

“For once, your hearing works,” I commented, taking a seat directly across the large black table from Walter Thornov, my despicable grandfather. The man should’ve just dropped himself in a ditch and died there. Instead, he continued to prowl near my pack, implementing his spies here and there.

“Was the piece of ass worth murdering a potential councilman and offending his entire family?” Walter questioned whilst raising a cup of black coffee to his wrinkled mouth.

Instead of responding, I leaned back in my seat and waited for the meeting to end. When Jasper reminded me that Walter was coming, I had already prepared myself for the meddling fool. Now, I was just waiting for him to grow old and senile before tossing him in the worst senior home known to man. Unfortunately for any of my brothers, Walter Thornov’s mind was as sharp as back in his youth.

The only reason Walter hadn’t dropped dead by my own hands was what he knew about my scum of a father and runaway of a mother. Walter always knew more than to what he led on, his cunning smile a hint of his information system—one that I was beginning to slowly take over.

One pawn piece at a time.

“Like a child on a playground, you’ve stolen Malore’s toy. Grow up, Killian, this isn’t your sandbox and you are no child, despite your tantrums,” Walter commented over his black mug.

Ah, so that pathetic scum under my shoes went and cried to my grandfather. Pathetic.

“Return the traitor’s daughter. Take the ransom money Malore is willing to give,” Walter said, placing the cup down with ease, not once fazed that he was commanding me, his heir and successor. When the title was thrust into my hands, I paid no complaints.

The role of an Alpha always belonged to me. Born and bred from hatred and blood, I was meant to rule Thornov Pack, to bring us back to our former glory before my father ruined it. And in just 12 years of my reign, I did just that. I took what was once a meager pack into one of the largest on the continent, our men infiltrated across every single state line, a loyal member dipping a hand in every single business sector possible.

There wasn’t a single city in the world that didn’t house a Thornov pack man in a position of power—a seat I gave them, and could just as easily take away.

“His ransom is pathetic,” I simply said, causing Walter to raise a fat bushy brow.

“10% of his net worth isn’t enough?” Walter mused, his dark pupils glazed with mirth. “What more can you ask for? She’s the despicable daughter of a traitor, used through and through by that sick bastard Malore. She’s worth nothing more than the dirt under our shoes. Don’t tell me, you placed her on that high of a pedestal?”

I should’ve killed him right then and there. Selene may have been every right the daughter of a murderous traitor, but she was worth more than her weight in gold.

“If Malore wants her back,” I sneered. “My condition remains the same.”

I dragged my eyes across Walter’s twisted face, the very one I want to drive my knuckles through. I was going to ruin this man beyond repair, more so than Malore did to Selene. I’d make sure Malore’s downfall was much worse.

“But seeing as you graciously came to me, begging to take Malore’s meager conditions,” I spat out. “I want more than just to bankrupt and murder him.”

Walter tensed, no longer humored by whatever game I was playing. Sucks for him, though. He was already in too deep and I’d be damned if he tried to change that.

“And what do you want from him?” Walter dared to ask, squinting his beady eyes at me.

“His pack,” I taunted with a sinister smile of my own.

“You’re making impossible demands, boy,” Walter warned.

“Selene is mine now. What’s hers is mine. And did we forget, Walter? She was once the daughter of an Alpha,” I muttered.

Even Theo tensed beside me, never once expecting the extent of my craziness, despite knowing me for this long. Then, he glanced at his tablet, seeing a message.

“I want the half of Malore’s pack that once belonged to Selene,” I deadpanned whilst rising to my feet. By now, Walter was red with disbelief, his eyes viciously tearing me apart as if this flesh didn’t come from a percentage of him.

“You are making unreasonable requests,” Walter seethed. “You’re wasting a perfectly good opportunity here all for some girl.”

Ah, he had forgotten. His impenetrable walls were beginning to crack. So my grandfather is growing senile after all.

“The Yves Pack was rightfully mine, to begin with,” I coldly remarked. “I’m only taking back my scattered property… one at a time, beginning with Selene Yves.”