Chapter 5 - The Rouge Alpha's Fury 2
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Moments later,
Rylan Swift's POV
My jaw locked, the bone grinding as Kaelen's words echoed in the corridor like a death sentence. Gasps of horror and shock rippled through the gathering crowd of servants and low-ranking guards.
"I can't hand over my sister to you!" I rebutted, my voice a jagged blade.
The lie tasted like ash. I wanted to scream the truth - that we were the last of the Vane Alpha line, that the girl dying in my arms was the rightful heir to a throne he had let burn - but the truth was a suicide pact.
It would put us under a microscope that would reveal Elara's status within hours. I had to play the grunt. I had to play the rebel.
Before Kaelen could press his advantage, the air thickened with the scent of stale parchment and desperate, cloying age. The Twelve Elders burst onto the scene, their scarlet robes billowing like spilled blood. They were drawn by the King's roar and the scent of unmasked Alpha rage that was currently threatening to bring the ceiling down.
"Alpha! Halt!" Elder Ivandor screamed, his hands thrust forward in a frantic, trembling attempt at pacification.
"This public display is an utter disaster! It compromises the throne! Rylan, release the captive immediately and submit to the King's justice!"
I shifted my stance, shielding Elara's broken body with my own. The heat of her feverish skin was transferring to my chest through her thin, blood-soaked clothes - a desperate, ticking reminder of the minutes she had left.
"Over my dead body!" I roared, the sound vibrating in the very stone beneath us.
"He is threatening the King's authority! Treason!" barked Elder Titus, his voice trembling with manufactured loyalty. "He must be executed! This rogue cannot be allowed to challenge our sovereignty and undermine the Matrimonial Law!"
"Really?" I sneered, my eyes flashing a predatory gold. "Does the Matrimonial Law give males the right to torture their mates? Maybe starving your Mate to death is stated in the fine print, Titus? Tell me, which chapter covers leaving a woman to rot for nine days?"
"Do not speak to an Elder thus, Rylan Swift!" Elder Lena snapped, stepping past Ivandor. Her eyes were cold, calculating beads of glass.
"You will drop that woman now, or the Council will officially declare the Bark Night Squad a rogue army and sanction their immediate elimination!"
"Nine days!" I snarled, the sound low, guttural, and fueled by the pure, desperate rage of my wolf.
"You allowed her to hang for nine days while your Council bickered over tariffs! You left your Mate - your supposed Mate - to die! Have you forgotten our agreement so soon, Kaelen? I fight your wars, and you keep her safe. You broke the deal!"
"Alpha Thorne, please order your guard to stand down!" Elder Markus rushed forward, his face pale with strategic terror.
"We cannot risk an internal conflict! The Bark Night Squad is the only thing holding the demon lines! If the army splits, the borders will collapse by morning!"
"He has violated sanctuary and assaulted my Betas!" Kaelen roared, his voice laced with a toxic mix of fury and public embarrassment.
He looked at me, then at Lyra, who was trembling at his side.
"He is challenging me, Markus! He claims my Mate right in front of my face! He holds her like a lover!"
"Stop believing your own delusions! I'm protecting my sister!" I countered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "How can I claim a female that has been 'blessed' with such a trustworthy protective male like you? You're doing a great job, Kaelen. She's almost a corpse."
"The Bark Night Squad is too crucial to provoke, Alpha," Elder Harth whispered, desperately trying to soothe Kaelen's shredded pride. "We must negotiate! Rylan, tell the King you concede the claim and we will mediate a resolution for the assault. Just put her down!"
I looked Harth dead in the eye, my voice a low, gravelly promise of violence.
"I concede nothing. I will not hand over the half-dead body of a woman you abandoned for a ghost. Negotiation is over."
"He refuses!" Elder Theron pointed a shaking finger at me. "He is a direct threat to the throne! He must be taken down!"
"Alpha! Order the attack!" Elder Lydon shrieked, his voice cracking with urgency. "The Elders demand this challenge be crushed now, before it inspires insurrection among the other grunts!"
Kaelen, pushed to the brink by the Council's fear, Lyra's whimpering at his side, and my flat violent refusal, finally snapped. His face contorted, his teeth bared in a furious snarl.
"Enough! I will not be questioned! Captain! Attack! Seize the rogue and his w***e!"
The Guard Captain and the three Betas lunged instantly, propelled by the Alpha's command.
But before they could take two steps, the corridor was choked by four immense, shadow-like figures. They moved from the darkness of the ruined doorway - silent, lethal, and perfectly positioned.
My Captains.
Grizz, the massive Beta giant, planted his feet, radiating pure, immovable intimidation. His shadow alone seemed to encompass the King's guards. He didn't draw a weapon; he didn't need to. He was a mountain of muscle standing between me and the spears.
Beta Marek, my strategist, stepped forward, his eyes locking onto the Guard Captain's with military precision.
"Hold your ground, Captain. Do not escalate this foolishness. You do not want to engage the Bark Night Squad in a hallway. It will be a hallway of graves."
Zia, her eyes blazing with absolute loyalty to me, gripped the hilt of the large kukri at her hip.
"An ordered attack on our General is an attack on the entire Bark Night Squad." She addressed the King, her tone cold defiance. "Do you dare compromise the entire border defense for a domestic dispute, Alpha?"
And her mate, Kevlar, his voice cold as ice, spoke directly to the King's soldiers.
"Advance one foot, and you will not see the next sunrise. This is not a request. Disarm, or die."
The stalemate was absolute. Kaelen's guards froze. Their loyalty to the crown was clashing with the sheer professional terror of engaging the Bark Night Captains. They knew my team. They had seen them gut demon lords.
Kaelen's eyes narrowed, sweeping over the standoff. The flicker in his gaze was something hot and alarmingly insecure. The lie that we were lovers had struck him deeper than the threat of a mutiny.
"Lovers or siblings, it makes no difference," Kaelen bit out, his voice sharp and final. "You're touching what is mine. Drop her, Rylan."
I shook my head slowly, defiance burning away the last of my restraint. My gaze drifted to Lyra. The realization that she truly did not recognize me - the brother she grew up with, the boy who used to pull her out of the river - compounded the horror. The "accident" ten years ago hadn't just taken our home; it had erased us from her mind.
"She is not yours, Thorne." I kept my eyes locked on his, my voice low, thick with challenge.
I pushed the ultimate taunt, letting the words drip with scorn.
"Nine days, Thorne. She hung for nine days while you rolled in bed with a mistress who doesn't even recognize a member of her own pack. Elara is your Mate, yet your bond sensitivity didn't even twitch when she was half-dead, slowly tearing her own muscle from the bone. What kind of Alpha are you?"
I stepped forward, the Captains parting to let me through.
"How deep is your bond, Alpha? Or is the only thing dying here your delusion? You threw her away. You left her for the crows. Now that I've rescued her, you remember she's 'yours'?"
I didn't wait for his answer. I turned my back on Alpha Thorne, and strode down the corridor.
My Captains stepped back seamlessly, Grizz and Kevlar flanking my path, Marek and Zia facing the paralyzed Alpha's guard with hands on their hilts. The fear in the corridor was palpable, a physical weight, but the path was clear.
I carried the limp, bruised body of my cousin toward the only sanctuary I could guarantee, leaving the Elder Council screaming behind me and Alpha Thorne frozen by his own insecurity.
The silence I left behind was a promise of war... and as I looked down at Elara's pale unconscious face, I knew it was a war I was finally ready to fight.
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