Recover From The Betrayal
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EMORY’S POV:
I stormed back into my packhouse and shoved past everyone who was waiting to see what had transpired. They read my mood quickly and all dispersed. Byron followed me to my office like the obedient little puppy he always has been.
“How dare he show such disrespect to my pack? How dare he betray me?!” I screamed as I threw everything off of my desk.
“Surely you knew that was coming, Emory.” Byron gave that smug smirk he always wore. Especially when he knew he was right.
“Now is not the time, Byron,” I growled as I watched him from over my shoulder.
He laughed as he closed the door to my office. “Emory, as long as I have known you, you always say it’s not the time. When is the time? Admit it. I called his betrayal long ago.”
I slammed my fist into the wall, maybe a little harder than I meant to. “Well, that is because as long as I have known you, you always have the absolute worst timing.”
His laughter echoed through the room this time. “You need to calm down. You can’t let anyone see how badly this has gotten to you. It would mean they win. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
I sighed knowing he was right. Damn, I hated to admit that. “I suppose we wouldn’t.” I paused and looked him over for a moment. “What do you want, Byron?”
He smiled as he sat down propping his feet up on my desk. “I know that you and I both already know the answer to that question.”
“What makes you think you are fit to take Lyall’s place?” I asked c*****g an eyebrow in amusement.
“Let’s face it, Emory. I am not the coward he was. I am not afraid of you. Besides, you’ve never had to question where my loyalty is.” He smirked as he leaned back in his seat. “Plus, we both share the same goal. To get you onto that damned throne.”
I laughed nodding a little and poured two glasses of scotch. I handed him one and smiled as I took my seat. “Fair point. Fine, I will give you this win. But if you f**k up, even in the slightest, I will not hesitate to appoint someone else. Is that understood?”
Byron smiles as he takes a drink. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I smiled as I watched him and took a drink. “Tell me, do you think you are up to the same task that I had laid on Lyall’s shoulders?”
“I can have packs eating out of my hand in less time than you gave him.” He smirked as he set his now empty glass on the desk.
“Then get to it.” I laughed as I leaned back.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he was already out of my office and into his new office working on a way to sway packs to our side. If everything goes well, the throne will be mine before the end of the month.
LEO’S POV:
Fucked. I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to describe this whole situation other than that. This whole situation made my blood boil. How dare he speak to her that way? But...I do have to admit...she handled herself very well under the circumstances. With each passing day, she grew more and more into her role here. She was already so protective of a kingdom when half of it didn’t even want her to wear the crown in the first place. To say I was proud was an understatement.
As we walked into the packhouse, Liekos came running up. “First of all, we finally got the camera systems in for our territory. No one will come or go without us knowing the second they step foot on our line. Second, where the hell have you been?”
“Thank you for the update, man. We had a rescue mission for Dad’s spy we had to handle. Well, I and Shilo were only there as backup. Adria handled most of it.” I couldn’t hide the smile as I said the words. She handled it.
Liekos gave me a hurt look and then he smiled. “Our Luna packs a punch, huh?” He laughed nudging her playfully.
“Oh yeah.” She laughed as she mockingly flexed.
I laughed watching her. “Alright, general put those guns away.” I nudged her slightly.
She smiled and leaned into me. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
I couldn’t help it, when I looked at her like this, it made my heart beat out of my chest. She was perfect. And when I thought about Emory, my blood boiled. I would stop at nothing to protect her and those she loved. I will protect her until my dying breath, and even long after. No matter the cost. I will snuff out Emory and his so-called army like the flame of a candle before this was all said and done. His head would be mine.
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