The Forbidden Heiress At The All Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 194: The Room of Truth

Father, don’t you think it’s time we told the Voss about the Veil and how we are connected to it?"

Heavy footsteps pounded against the marble floors, walking down the hallways of the mansion. Devereux was just a little taller than his son, and their eyes were the same colour, only that the Alpha had lost a lot of its spark, and had a large scar between his forehead.

As Celeste asked, Vincent abruptly stopped.

"That would only make things worse," He replied.

"Father, The Voss’s have gone long enough without knowing there’s a tear separating our world from another. The Argent Tribunal Pack’s words are law, and if they gave one...,"

"You want everyone and everything banned from entering the Hallow, am I right?"

"Yes, Father,"

"Is this your way of trying to protect the girl?!" Vincent asked.

Celeste didn’t answer immediately.

"It’s futile, Celeste," Vincent continued, "You’ll only be putting the Vosses in danger. Their word commands blood, but I wouldn’t recommend it against Cain. He would just kill the entire family bloodline, erase it, and their word would be undone. And remember, Cain would come for me next once half of the South is destroyed. And once he had two major territories under him, taking over the remaining would be as easy as ripping out a wolf’s spine,"

Celeste sighed, his fists tightening. He looked almost worried. How long would they sit here and let Cain keep Theodora beside him? Theo had a strong mind, but Cain would eventually break that completely. She’s already half broken after he killed Sylas and Zeke.

And who knows what other heinous things he has in store for her? A silver wolf hosting a powerful demon in her? That’s like the discovery of a millennium.

"Even if we don’t say anything, we all know Cain would eventually come for the south," Celeste said, "Golden-black’s identity was discovered that night and he was killed. Ever since then, Cain’s influence has been spreading far and wide. He already has the Sinclairs in the palm of his hand, and Darius would have no choice but to obey with his daughter trapped with Cain. That leaves just us, Father. We need to tell the Vosses everything we know. With all due respect, that is the way forward and I would speak up at the meeting today if you do not,"

Vincent turned around and faced his son. His eyes hardened, then narrowed down a little, "I have a reason to believe this is personal, son. You’re just guilty you’re not telling the Voss heir a lot of things,"

Celeste released his tight fist and looked up at his father. He looked vulnerable, he looked almost guilty, "Speaking of personal things, I think it’s time you accepted the truth about my nature...and stopped calling me ’son’,"

His father paused, and a flicker ran past his eyes.

"Moon events reveal who I truly am. And if we do get out of all this alive and we seal that tear, there’ll be no reason for me to change back to a man once it’s all over. My true form will take over,"

"No, it won’t," Vincent stepped forward and placed a palm on his son’s face, "You are my Male heir! You’re my pride and Joy. You will live, and you’ll take over as the Alpha of this Pack when I step down,"

"Emmett is also your son," Celeste replied, then he reached out and took his father’s hands off, "Let’s just make preparations in case things do not go as planned. And without it even being a personal issue, I really think the time has come to tell the Vosses about the veil. We tell them exactly what Cain is after. What he’s been doing. Why he needed Theodora very badly,"

"If we tell the Vosses, we’d most likely have to start planning a war," Vincent said.

"If a war is what we need to decide the fate of our world, then we have to stop pretending there’s another choice,"

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Silver sigils along the walls of the Argent Tribunal sanctum ignited fully as Leonard Voss rose from his seat. The light was not bright, but had this kind of silver that did not burn flesh, but conscience.

Truth-answering silver.

Every heartbeat in the room was forced to align with it.

Vincent Devereux felt it immediately. His wildfire blood snarled beneath his skin, and heat flared instinctively against restraint.

Yet even he did not challenge Tribunal silver.

Not here.

Aurelius and Celeste stood behind their fathers, who were seated across from each other in the room.

"Let us stop pretending," Leonard said, his voice calm enough to be terrifying, "Cain Pendragon is not approaching domination. He is midway through it,"

The sigils pulsed.

"No lies may be spoken under Tribunal light," Leonard continued, his eyes sweeping the room, "If you speak, you speak truth, or your blood will answer for you."

Aurelius inhaled slowly. Celeste’s jaw tightened.

Vincent smiled wildly, "You always did enjoy theatrics, Leonard,"

"This is not theatre," Leonard replied. "This is sentencing. Everything I do from now and everything I will do will be nothing short of CAREFUL,"

That wiped the smile off Vincent’s face. It’s the first time they’ve hosted their meeting in this room. Ever since the night of the wedding and power differences were laid out in front of them, everyone now understood properly.

More than ever.

Leonard turned slightly, the silver following him like a living thing, "Cain has bound Bloodmoon Vanguard to Obsidian Claw. That alone fractures every ancient accord. But worse, he has done something no Alpha has dared in recorded history,"

A pause.

"He has absorbed power without declaring war,"

"Neutral packs are folding without resistance, "Aurelius spoke this time, "Their elders swear loyalty without oaths. Their borders open without siege."

Vincent’s flame flared visibly now, heat warping the air, "Cain is killing selectively," he growled, "He leaves nothing but cushions pressure and absence,"

Leonard nodded once, "Sinclair’s hand."

The name moved through the room like poison, and their jaws clenched hard, "The Sinclair Alpha denies involvement," Vincent said.

"And yet they refuse our invitations to come to this room. The Argent Tribunal does not require denial. We read consequence. And consequence says Sinclair blood is scrubbing Cain’s trail clean!"

"Then Sinclair Heir has already chosen," Aurelius stated again.

"Or," Leonard said quietly, "Sinclair has been compromised,"

Silence, then Celeste’s voice sliced through it, "Alpha, you’re being generous." He stepped forward, the silver light kissing the edge of his boots, "Sinclair is not compromised. They are invested. Cain has something they want back,"

"What?" Everyone turned sharply.

"Their lost heir," She said.

Aurelius’s head snapped toward her, "That’s a myth,"

Celeste finally met his gaze, his eyes like ice over deep water. "The same way Alpha Darius’s first wife was considered a myth also? It’s buried truth. She existed. The Sinclair first son also existed,"

"And you’re saying Cain has them both?"

"I’m sure about the Sinclair Heir. Not so sure about Daphne Blackthorn,"

The silver sigils flared violently.

"Explain more," Leonard’s voice stilled, "About the Sinclair. About how you know about this,"

Celeste exhaled once, "The Sinclair heir did not die twenty years ago. Cain took him and has him trapped somewhere he can’t escape from. There was a time...," Celeste swallowed tightly, "I visited one of the council of Werewolves and we spoke..."

The chamber roared, and the sigils instantly burned his feet.

Leonard slammed his hand on the table, "You lie!"

Celeste sucked in another deep breath, his voice now tight, "There was a time...Cain sent me to kill one of the council members," He corrected, "He begged me not to kill him, and ranted about everything he knew in fear, that was how I got to find out. Cain wanted him dead in the first place because of what he knew,"

Vincent’s wildfire surged, cracking the floor beneath his feet, "You’re saying Pendragon has been stockpiling bloodlines?"

"Yes," Celeste said, turning to his father, "Testing them. Breaking them. Binding them,"

Aurelius felt sick.

Leonard’s voice dropped to something lethal, "Then this is not empire-building,"

"No," Celeste agreed, "It’s ascension,"

Vincent laughed, realising something about this, "Then Blackthorn will never side with us,"

"Because chaos worships power,"

"Because Blackthorn blood responds to imbalance," Vincent snapped, "And Cain is imbalance incarnate. That’s exactly what Cain took advantage of when he decided to get close to the Blackthorns and study them closely, to keep an eye on his daughter,"

Silence fell again. Everyone was deep in thought, deep in the catastrophes that everything could lead to.

Voss straightened up, "If Cain believes we’re forming a coalition—" He started.

"He will strike first," Leonard finished.

"And if we don’t," Vincent said, "Well, he’ll consume us anyway. It’s all a matter of time for him,"

Another pause.

"Before we go any further into this," Vincent’s tone was heavier, "There’s something I believe your Pack should know about,"

The Vosses looked up at him expectantly and curiously.

"It’s about the Hallow, and the presence in it that makes it a mysterious forest,"