Alpha's Cruel Addiction

63 Committing Treason

Human maids and butlers ran across the corridors through the bustling afternoon, quick on their feet as they moved to serve their higher-ups.

Werewolves and vampires alike greeted each other with faux smiles and blinding teeth, as they shook hands, mingled, and spoke like long-lost friends. In reality, before the war that put humans at the bottom of the food chain, the two species abhorred each other with more disgust than any of their mankind. Perhaps that was why the two pretended to exist in harmony, for another war could possibly tear the world apart.

Humans only earned their keep if they possessed magic. Of the 50,000 ever recorded magicians throughout the universe, there was less than 10,000 present in a world with hundreds of millions of people, and only 5 were healers. At a time like this, even if the humans were magicians, what good were they when they were clearly outnumbered?

"We must eradicate the Direct Descendant. No human girl must possess such a trait."

Killorn's footsteps echoed down the hallways. In an enormous room, with a carved-out circular table were powerful men and women that determined the fate of the continent. It was rare for many delegations to be gathered in one spot alongside ALphas and Vampire Heads alike. Funny thing was, what brought these people back together was once again—the existence of the human race.

"Announcing the arrival of Alpha Mavez!"

Instantly, the hum and bustling chatter of the meeting room ceased to exist. Silence flooded the atmosphere as the enormous metal doors rumbled like thunder. Slowly, heads alike turned and peered at one of the youngest crowned Alpha in decades. How long had it been since a boy ever exceeded the title of Alpha?

The balding and aging Alphas and their sons would never admit it, but they all shared the same idea

—whose child was the next to rebel? Who would become the next murderer in the room that repeated the Forest of Blood incident, in which, tens of Hosue Mavez were slaughtered by a single boy?

Everyone thought it was because Killorn wished to be Alpha. No one could ever predict the truth behind his actions.

"My, you'd think the King walked in with how tense it is in here," Everest mused whilst watching a cold sweat trickle down one of the delegation's necks. He leaned back in his seat and watched everyone unfold.

"Alpha Mavez," one of the younger Alphas greeted, but even then, he was still in his late forties.

The title of an Alpha was held for as long as the man was alive. There was no transfer of power unless it was through death. Only one man or woman could wield the Sovereignty of the Wolf that bound every citizen to the pack. The only transfer of this ability for this obsolete power was through death—which meant, the current Alpha had to die before he passed his title onto his son.

"Greetings Alpha Mavez," a few more chimed in with their faux smiles that never reached their eyes.

Killorn said nothing. His cold glance traveled across the diverse group of people. With each step, the ground threatened to tremble and give into his force. It was impossible not to, for they had just made the worst proclamation known to his existence—eradicate the Direct Descendant? He'd rather massacre everyone in this room before they dreamed of such a thing.

Killorn didn't spare anyone a single word. He took his seat, even amidst the grumbling vampires and ALphas that tried to stay clear of his lane. Ever since his ruthless reputation spread far and wide of what he's done—turning against his own father, mother, and family, none dared to cross him.

Who would dare to offend a man with nothing to lose? He had already reached rock bottom, nothing was stopping him from chaos… or was there?

"Announcing the arrival of His Majesty, King Claudean, the Sun of Helios Empire!"

Every man and woman raised from their seats. The air thickened as once again, a great figure strolled into the room. The King's red cape dragged behind him with the regalness of his aging form. One could barely tell he was already reaching his mid-fifties, but his lightening blond hair implied that his glory was coming to an end soon.

"Greetings to our splendid Sun, His Majesty, King Claudean!" people quickly chimed in with the proper address, placing one hand upon their right chest, and then, bowing at a prompt 90-degree angle.

King Claudean let out a soft hmph whilst glancing irritably at the people interrupting his time. His attention stopped curtly upon a single man who was the last to pledge his loyalty and didn't even bow.

Instead, Killorn had placed one hand on his chest and stared right ahead at the King. Killorn was no fool. He knew.

King Claudean revealed a slight smile, almost humored. Then, he glanced at Everest, who was his son, but still had to lower himself in a greeting.

"Committing treason on your first day already, Alpha Mavez?" King Claudean remarked whilst strolling casually to the golden chair reserved for him. From behind him, his advisor's sharp gaze landed on the right-hand seat.

Killorn sat down after the King and tried to ignore the man's presence next to him. The King had a habit of showing favoritism, even if his son was present. Everest was forced to sit on the left of his father, not that he complained. Usually, it was the first Prince being present, but the man had always been sickly since birth.

"Not at all, Your Majesty," Killorn deadpanned whilst glancing towards the King.

Directly ahead of the King were two empty seats facing him. They were reserved for the Werewolf Overlord and the Vampire Overlord, but the two men rarely showed their faces around here. The last time that people caught a glimpse of them was years ago. Out of respect for the most powerful of their species to grace the earth, they've always left an open seat for them—even if it was gathering dust.

"Hmph, well I suppose a boy chosen by the Werewolf Overlord would be that arrogant," King Claudean muttered in disapproval, his lips twisted into an irritating scowl. He leaned back in his glistening seat and rested his tired forehead upon his fingers.

"Proceed with the meeting," King Claudean commanded with a flutter of his fingers as if he couldn't be bothered to entertain them any longer. The sight of the haughty Alpha Mavez already left a horrid taste in his mouth.

Once the King made his statement, the doors to the council room closed with a loud BANG! Soon, the long-dreaded meeting began and ended with a single statement.