CHAPTER TWO
1060 Words
STERLING’S POV
She thinks she’s so perfect.
Walking around the packhouse like she already owns it. Like the title of Alpha is just hers to wear because she popped out ten damn minutes before me.
A girl.
I clenched my jaw and pushed the door open to the old weapons hall.
The scent of dust and oil hit me—familiar.
We used to play here as pups. Back when things were… easier. Before everything became about her.
She was just too perfect, too pure.
Everyone adored her while I was just always moving in her shadows.
No one took me serious because she was the heir to the title.
Any small mistake I made, father would scold me harshly and compare me to Silver, who was perfect in both in her studies and in extracurricular activities.
Of course, she was the perfect one to be the Alpha.
Even back in Teen school, she was first, every student looked up to her, and everyone wanted to be her friend.
I was always in the background.
I acted up, and I broke rules, but all I got was scolding for my father to be a better person.
Kaiden was the only one who stuck to me when everyone thought me to be a lost cause.
I resented Silver with my entire being.
Just because she was perfect in everything didn't make her the perfect Alpha.
She was a woman.
Women aren't meant to be an alpha.
How would other Alphas take her seriously in meetings and negotiations?
No one was seeing the bigger picture. Everyone was just basking in her perfect life.
Kaiden was already there, lounging on the edge of the sparring mat like it was his personal throne.
“Took you long enough,” he said, tossing a small dagger in the air and catching it again without even looking.
“Had to deal with Her Royal Highness on the balcony.” I muttered.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Still sore about the whole Alpha thing?”
I shot him a look.
“Wouldn’t you be?”
He shrugged.
“Not my problem. I’m not the son of an Alpha.”
“Neither is she!” I snapped, pacing.
“Not really. She’s just the firstborn. That’s the only reason they’re choosing her.”
“Your father says she’s more disciplined,” Kaiden said carefully, but I heard the amusement laced in his voice.
“Disciplined.” I repeated with a scoff.
“You mean boring. She memorizes every law like a damn textbook, but she doesn't have instinct. She doesn't command loyalty. She’s not ruthless. She's too uptight, no creativity at all.”
“She has a mean punch,” Kaiden offered, rubbing his shoulder.
“Still remember the one she gave me last year.”
“Yeah,” I said bitterly.
“she’s got a temper. That’ll be her downfall one day.”
Kaiden stopped tossing the dagger and looked at me fully now.
“You really want this title, don’t you?”
I turned to him, chest tight.
“I was born to lead. I’m the Alpha. She’s just in the way.”
A beat of silence passed between us.
Then Kaiden smirked.
“Then let’s get her out of the way.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
I watched him, weighing it. Kaiden didn’t do anything unless there was something in it for him.
“And what do you get out of it?”
“Make me your beta,” he said smoothly.
“You take the Alpha seat, I get the second one.”
I didn’t even hesitate. That was an easy decision.
He was my best friend anyway.
“Done.”
He grinned.
“Alright then, baby Alpha. Time to ruin a reputation.”
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We went over the plan twice. Three times.
It was simple, really.
A shift ceremony like tomorrow would be full of energy, magic, and chaos.
Everyone would be focused on the transformation, the change. They wouldn’t expect drama—wouldn’t expect scandal.
That’s where we’d strike.
“When she is distracted, I will slip some pills in her drink that would make her drowsy.” I said, tapping the edge of the table where the map of the training field was spread out.
“You pull her away, make it look like you’re leading her into something special. Romantic, even. Her mind would be clouded.”
“And then?” Kaiden leaned forward.
“You don’t even have to touch her. Just… make it look like you did. Pull her close. Get her in a compromising position.”
Kaiden raised an eyebrow.
“Won’t that be obvious?”
“Not with the right audience,” I said, a cold satisfaction curling in my stomach.
“Dad. Mom. Council members. Anyone who matters. They see her wrapped around a man in the shadows, half-naked after a shift? Boom. Her dignity’s gone. Reputation? Ruined. Alpha title? Off the table.”
Kaiden nodded slowly.
“And what if she doesn’t fall for it?”
I gave him a look. “She will. Her mind will be clouded from the drug but not clouded enough to be suspected of being dragged. You’re a fine man. She won’t even think straight.”
Kaiden grinned again.
“This is risky, man.”
I met his gaze.
“It’s worth it.”
He leaned back, arms folded behind his head, that same smug look he always wore settling on his face.
“Never thought I’d be the one to break the perfect Silver Night.”
“You’re not breaking her,” I said coldly.
“I am.”
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Later that night, I stood outside the old wolf statue near the east wing of the packhouse. It was dark, quiet—only the wind rustling through the trees.
I pulled out the pocketknife I kept since I was thirteen. The handle was worn, the blade a little chipped, but still sharp enough to draw blood.
I pressed the blade to my palm and let it bite.
I always did this to calm my mind.
Werewolf healing made it heal without scars.
Silver made me this way.
A promise.
This time tomorrow, the name Silver Night would be nothing but ashes.
And I would rise as the true Alpha.
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