The Alpha's Forsaken Feisty Mate-Chapter 168: Growls, snarls and blood

"Father, what do you plan to do with Radulf and Zenna?" Leon asked, looking at the scroll that had just arrived from the Council of Werewolves.

"They will both be punished tomorrow," Phillipe said.

"Father, why don’t you let it go this time?" Leon suggested.

"What do you mean?" Phillipe frowned at him.

"Zenna isn’t strong enough to do something like that," Leon said firmly. "And Father, it’s not right to force her to get pregnant when she doesn’t want to."

"Stay quiet, Leon. I chose you as the Crown Prince, but that doesn’t mean you’re free to speak nonsense in front of me," Phillipe barked at him.

Leon lowered his gaze and apologized humbly. "I merely wanted Father’s well-being," he said.

"You don’t have to. I know how to keep myself safe. Zenna and Radulf will be punished tomorrow. I’ve shown enough mercy to those two!" Phillipe muttered in anger.

’I hoped you would see me as your son. But it turns out, you were always selfish. Zenna is not at fault. I hope she awakens her wolf soon and burns you,’ Leon thought, trying to suppress his wolf’s rage too.

"Leave!" Phillipe commanded.

Leon immediately left his seat. He bowed at his father and walked out his sight. Stopping at the corridor, Leon once again looked at the heavy doors of King Phillipe’s chamber.

’I won’t regret betraying you.’ With that thought, Leon went ahead to carry out his plan for the night.

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As the night fell, Radulf and Gregor’s work was finished too.

"Everything will be fine," Gregor assured Radulf. "Father already sent an official council meeting request to the Alpha King earlier today. This time, every pack Alpha will hear about the torture and shame Zenna has endured all these years."

"I hope so. I have to keep my second plan ready too. Phillipe won’t hesitate to falsify the facts," Radulf stated.

"We won’t let that happen. Everyone in the Kingdom knows how Zenna is treated. They may not speak of it loudly, but everyone is aware of the injustice she’s been suffering," Gregor said. His heart ached for Zenna, just as it had since they were kids.

"Thank you, Gregor. Please extend my gratitude to your father as well. I’ll never forget the help he offered me today," Radulf said sincerely.

"I will," Gregor replied with a nod. "And tell Zenna she has nothing to fear. I know she’s been blaming herself for defying the King, but this time, she needs to stand tall. Her strength is her greatest weapon."

Radulf gave a faint smile. "I’ll remind her of that."

With a final handshake, the two alphas mounted their horses and parted ways, riding toward their respective pack mansions.

As Radulf ventured through the dense woods, he sensed the presence of wolves.

"So, Phillipe has sent the wolves to harm me," he muttered under his breath. He counted the wolves based on the paws that landed on the ground one after the other. He realized he could no longer go in the horse and finally pulled its reins.

Hopping down from the horse, Radulf turned around and marched forward before taking his gigantic wolf form finally.

’Black, it’s the time to put an end to all these fucking wolves!’ Radulf told his wolf before letting out a loud growl.

The approaching warrior wolves faltered. Their paws skidded across the ground as fear gripped their hearts. What terrified them was the wolf form Radulf possessed.

Through the mindlink, Radulf’s voice rang out, deep and deadly calm.

"Go back to where you came from... or I’ll tear every one of you apart."

But loyalty and fear, kept the wolves rooted in place. The Alpha King’s command was to bring Radulf to his knees.

There were a hundred of them, elite warrior wolves bred and trained for battle. Their leader believed that sheer numbers and a coordinated attack would be enough to bring Radulf, the fiercest warrior in the kingdom, to his knees.

Black, his wolf, scanned the encirclement with his glowing crimson eyes.

With a flash of speed that blurred against the night, Black lunged.

He was a shadow in motion, deadly, precise and unstoppable. His claws tore through fur and flesh, ripping into the first batch of wolves. Howls of pain echoed through the trees as bodies were slammed into the ground, some against the trees, one after the other.

The forest floor became a battlefield of growls, snarls, and blood.

Radulf fought with the fury of a storm, his black fur streaked with red, his eyes burning with vengeance for not only his parents’ unjust death, but also the injustice Zenna suffered all this time.

If Phillipe wanted a war, then Radulf was ready to give him one.

None could stand against him. Every wolf that dared attack was thrown down, howling in pain, their bodies broken by his wrath.

Black let out another deafening growl, a roar so fierce it echoed across the vast forest canopy, sending flocks of birds scattering into the night sky.

Landing heavily on all fours, his claws dug into the earth, craving more blood. He wasn’t done.

But not all wolves shared their king’s blind devotion.

Those who still clung to life turned tail and fled into the trees, abandoning the mission, desperate to escape the beast, no the monster, they had dared to corner.

Black took a few steps back, blood dripping from his claws, before turning away. Without looking back, he raced through the trees, returning to his pack’s mansion.

With a powerful leap, he landed on the wide balcony outside his room. As his paws touched the stone, his massive frame began to shift. Within seconds, Radulf stood in his human form. He was breathless and bruised while blood smeared across his skin.

He grabbed a robe from the nearby stand, hastily wrapping it around himself. But before he could steady his breath, the bedroom doors burst open.

"Radulf!"

Zenna’s voice cracked with horror. Her eyes widened as she saw the blood covering him. She rushed to him, her hands instantly reaching for his face, his shoulders, as if checking whether he was real.

He gave her a faint, reassuring smile and pulled her into his arms.

But it lasted only a moment.

His body slumped forward, the strength draining from his limbs.

"Radulf!" Zenna cried, catching him as best she could, but his weight dragged them both to the floor.