Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 133 Merging the Pack

In the north,

"Why are there so few people left in my pack?" Klaus sat in his office, holding a list of names in his hand as he asked Meiss, "Are you sure this list is correct?"

Klaus had received notice from the Crown Office the previous day, instructing him to come in today to finalize the transfer. While he was wounded and unconscious, his original pack had been temporarily under Dyson’s care, and now the king had decided to return it to him. But when Klaus gazed at the list of pack members, he was outraged.

"If I’m not mistaken, my pack should have three hundred people, but this list only totals eighty." Klaus tossed the list onto the conference table. "Tell me, where did the rest go?"

Meiss glanced at the paper on the table and spoke to Klaus in a calming tone, "Calm down, Klaus. Your original pack did indeed have 300 members. But during the amalgamation with Dyson’s pack, your men rebelled, and Dyson dealt with a group of traitors."

"Dyson concocted false charges and used the opportunity to eliminate them," Klaus sneered. "He’s taking revenge on me."

"Dyson had the king’s permission to deal with the traitors," Meiss cautiously reminded Klaus. "Don’t question the King’s decision."

By the time Dyson disposed of Klaus’s former subordinates, Klaus was still in a coma. Marx later informed him that several of his former men had been executed by Dyson as traitors.

Klaus awoke and sought to settle the score with Dyson, but the king deemed Dyson’s actions justified. The king wouldn’t even allow Klaus to pursue the matter further.

Klaus was so consumed by it that he longed to punch Dyson every time he saw him.

"You should understand that the division of the pack must also adhere to the principle of people’s willingness," Meiss explained patiently. "When we informed those individuals about the split, many were hesitant to leave their current pack. They had grown accustomed to their lives, and some had even married and started families. Hence, only these eighty are willing to continue following you."

"Have you ever seen a pack with only eighty people? A pack’s total membership requires at least a hundred. Where will I find the remaining twenty?" Klaus said sarcastically. "Or should I just go to another pack and take someone by force?"

"The king has already considered that for you," Meiss stood up, opened the filing cabinet, and extracted a document, handing it to Klaus. "Due to the small size of your pack, the king has decided to merge it with the Green Forest pack."

The Green Forest pack? Klaus pondered, recalling that the pack was located near the border.

"The Alpha of this pack passed away just last month, and he hasn’t remarried since his mate died during childbirth. They have only one underage daughter," Meiss said. "So, the king wants you to take over the pack."

Klaus opened the file and scrutinized its contents. The Green Forest pack was situated on the border, with a total of 500 members and a robust economy.

But Klaus hesitated, because the Green Forest pack was too close to the border. And if he took over the pack, it would mean he was going to the border, and Emily would follow him.

Emily can’t be allowed to get too close to the battlefield.

"Don’t you understand the King’s true intentions for why he asked you to take over the Green Forest pack?" Meiss’s voice was low. "In the event of war, the pack on the border will become a preparation zone. That’s why the King wants you to take over the Green Forest pack yourself. He doesn’t trust anyone else."

Klaus was silent. He was caught in a difficult choice. On the one hand, he couldn’t let the eighty people in his former pack become rogues, and on the other hand, he didn’t want Emily to go to the border.

He still blames himself for what happened to Maya, and he doesn’t want the same thing to happen to Emily.

"What are you worried about?" Meiss asked.

"I need to think about it." Klaus stood up to leave the room. "Give me a day."

As Klaus stepped out of the conference room, he happened to meet Marx standing in the hallway.

"Is something wrong?" Marx asked.

Klaus looked at Marx, shook his head slightly, his mouth tense, didn’t speak, and then turned and walked towards the other end of the hallway. Marx watched Klaus’s back, didn’t hesitate, and then quickly followed.

"Are we going to the command center?" Marx opened the car door.

"I’d like to go for a drink. Would you like to join?" Klaus asked casually.

"Blue Aurora Bar?" Marx sat in the driver’s seat of the car and fastened his seatbelt.

"Whatever." Klaus’s voice was muffled.

Marx glanced at Klaus through the rearview mirror and seemed to sense Klaus’s displeasure. Instead of saying a word, he stepped on the gas pedal and drove the car to the bar.

Soon, they arrived at the Blue Aurora Bar, where Klaus took his usual seat. As the waiter brought the wine to the table, Klaus began to drink glass after glass.

"Wait." Marx stopped Klaus. "Are you going to not go home tonight?"

Klaus pushed Marx’s hand away and drank the wine from his glass in one gulp. "When have you ever seen me drunk?"

"Normally, you’ll only drink like this if you’re upset about something." Marx picked up the bottle to prevent Klaus from pouring more. "So, what’s upsetting you? A woman or something else?"

"There are only eighty people left in our pack, so the king wants our pack to merge with the Green Forest pack." Klaus pulled off his tie irritably. "Once we go to war with the West, the Green Forest pack will be a war preparation zone."

"Why are there so few people left in our pack?" Marx looked surprised.

"Meiss said others didn’t want to follow me." Klaus snatched the bottle from Marx’s hand and poured it into his glass. "Even if there are only eighty people, I need to settle them. But I don’t want to take over the Green Forest pack."

"What are you worried about?" Marx asked.

Klaus’ brow furrowed slightly, and he said slowly, "I don’t want Emily to be near the battlefield."

Marx glanced at Klaus, took a sip from his glass, and after a few seconds, he said, "Emily and Maya are not the same."

"You haven’t experienced my pain, and you can’t understand my feelings and concerns." Klaus sighed softly. "I can’t afford to lose Emily."

Until now, Klaus still didn’t know why Maya was on the battlefield in the first place. He had told her not to go to the battlefield to find him, but she wouldn’t listen.

Maya’s death was like an indelible scar etched into Klaus’s heart, and he felt immense pain whenever he thought about it.

"Although I hate to bring up Maya in front of you, hear me out, brother." Marx looked at Klaus.

"Maya was a fragile woman, but Emily is not. She’s braver than Maya. I’m certain Emily wouldn’t rush blindly into a battlefield to find you like Maya did. She’s a smart woman, and if she truly wants to come to you, it won’t be alone."

"What do you mean?"

"Maya was a simple, emotionally driven woman who always felt inferior about her omega status when she was with you. Whenever you left her, she became distraught. She needed you more than you needed her. To be honest, I still wonder if Maya was coerced into going to the battlefield in the first place, and that’s why she ended up there looking for you. Maybe Maya was being manipulated."

Klaus set down his glass, and Marx’s words plunged him into deep contemplation. If it weren’t for Maya’s distraction by breaking into the battlefield, he would have killed Elijah long ago.

If Maya was indeed being used, who was seducing her?

"I respect Maya, and I respect Emily," Marx continued. "They’re both exceptional Lunas, but Emily is the woman who can fight by your side, whereas Maya would always hide behind you. They’re vastly different women. I’m confident that the mistakes made with Maya won’t repeat with Emily."

"But I can’t take that risk." Klaus rubbed his forehead. If he lost Emily, he wouldn’t survive.

"Then why don’t you ask Emily for her opinion?" Marx said. "She’s your Luna, and she has the right to be involved in pack matters. If you respect her, you should tell her about the pack merger."

Klaus took a sip of his melancholic wine, "I’ll talk to her later."

In the evening, Marx drove Klaus back to the palace, but Klaus returned to his room without seeing Emily. He learned from the maid that Emily was playing games with the twin princesses in their room, so Klaus removed his coat and changed into a different set of clothes to avoid Emily knowing he’d been drinking.

Klaus walked down the hallway to the twin princesses’ room, and when he approached the door, he peeked through the slightly ajar entrance to see what was happening inside.

Emily was seated on the carpet in a white dress, while Dolly and the twin princesses wore matching pink pajamas. They seemed to be excitedly discussing something.

Gently enveloped in the orange glow of the lamp, Emily’s face was as exquisite as if carved by an angel. Her star-bright blue eyes sparkled with joy, and the corners of her mouth curved into a captivating smile. At that moment, she laughed wholeheartedly, looking like a blooming pink rose, so beautiful.

It would be wonderful to have a child with her. Klaus gazed at Emily through the door, lost in thought. At that instant, all notions of power and honor faded from Klaus’s mind. He just wanted to lead a simple, happy life with Emily.

"Klaus," one of the twin princesses spotted Klaus standing behind the door. "Are you going to come in and play a game with us?"

"Tonight is girls’ night, boys can’t come in," the other girl said.

Klaus stepped to the door and addressed the twin princesses, "I’m here for Emily. Can I borrow her for a few minutes?"

"Well, you only have ten minutes," Maggie pouted, tossing the cards aside.

"I’ll be back soon," Emily said as she stood up and walked out of the room to Klaus.

"What..." Before Emily could complete her sentence, her lips were silenced by Klaus’s.

He kissed her, passionately.