Chapter 85
THE UNKNOWN'S POV
The dark room smelled of old wood and dust. Shadows hung heavy in the corners like ghosts of the past, and the only light came from a dim candle flickering on the desk before me. The walls were adorned with relics of the past—ancient symbols, family crests, and faded banners that once symbolized power. Now, they were just reminders of what was lost.
The chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back, fingers steepled together, staring at the walls with a hatred so deep it almost made my skin crawl. Alpha Jake. That damned boy. He was supposed to be mine. I was born to lead this pack. I should’ve been the Alpha. But no, that little bastard was chosen, and I’ve been forced to watch as he destroyed everything I had worked for.
The Silverstone pack should’ve been mine, a legacy of power and dominance. But Jake had taken it all. And then, to add insult to injury, he had fallen in love with that witch. A *witch.* The very thing every true wolf should despise. A bloodline that should’ve been eradicated long ago, yet here he was, embracing it. Embracing her.
I clenched my fists, the bitterness threatening to swallow me whole.
"You fool," I muttered under my breath, glaring at nothing in particular. "You’ll destroy everything. Just like your father before you."
I didn’t even know why I hated him so much. Maybe it was because he was everything I was supposed to be. The pack accepted him without question, because he was *chosen*. He was the son of the previous Alpha. He had the respect, the power, the loyalty. I, on the other hand, had been cast aside. Cast into the shadows where I belonged, while Jake basked in the glory of his father’s name.
I heard the soft rustling of footsteps outside the room, and without even needing to look, I knew who it was. Andrew. The man who had been my pawn for far too long. He entered the room without knocking, his eyes downcast, as always. His presence only reminded me of the weakness of this pack, the betrayal that ran deep.
"You called for me," Andrew said, his voice low.
I didn’t look at him immediately. My gaze was still fixed on the flickering candle, my mind running wild with thoughts of revenge.
"Yes," I said, finally turning my eyes to meet his. "Jake thinks he’s untouchable. He thinks his position as Alpha is secure. That his pack will never turn against him. But he’s wrong."
Andrew remained silent, knowing better than to interrupt me. He simply waited for my next command.
"You will make sure that pack of his falls apart," I said, my voice low, almost a growl. "I don’t care what you do, just make it happen. You’ll make them see what he really is—weak. A disgrace. A mistake."
Andrew nodded, his face unreadable. He had always been a useful tool, a willing instrument of my anger. But now, I needed him more than ever. If Jake thought he could live his life in peace, surrounded by his precious *family*, then he was even more of a fool than I had imagined. And I would be the one to tear that world down.
"Do you understand what I’m saying, Andrew?" I asked, my voice taking on a sharper edge. "Do whatever it takes. Undermine him. Divide his pack. If it means hurting his little abominations, then so be it. Make them fear him. Make them doubt him."
Andrew didn’t flinch. He never did. His loyalty had always been mine, but I could see the conflict flicker briefly in his eyes.
"You mean...the children?" he asked hesitantly. "The hybrids?"
I felt my teeth clench, the anger bubbling beneath my skin. "Yes, those filthy abominations," I spat. "They are the proof of Jake’s weakness. If he had any true strength, he would have *rejected* that witch and saved this pack from the shame of it all. But no. He embraced her. He *embraced* them."
My hands balled into fists at my sides as I stood, pacing back and forth, my voice rising with each step. "And now, because of his incompetence, because of his failure to reject what should have never been, we are left with *these children*. And they will be the death of this pack if they are allowed to live."
Andrew stood motionless, his face expressionless, but his posture stiff, as if he were bracing for a blow. I could see his thoughts swirling behind his eyes. He was thinking it—he was calculating how far he would go for me. For this cause.
"How do you plan to divide the pack, sir?" Andrew asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "We can’t just...kill the children. That would be too obvious. It would spark an uprising, and Jake would come after us in full force."
I stopped pacing, my gaze fixed on him. "No," I said, lowering my voice to a cold, dangerous whisper. "We will start with the weak. The ones who don’t believe in Jake’s leadership. There are always those who harbor resentment, who feel that they were passed over for leadership. We will play on their doubts. We’ll use their fear against them."
Andrew’s eyes widened slightly. "You mean...whispering in their ears? Spreading rumors?"
I chuckled darkly, the sound low and menacing. "Yes, exactly. But we can do more than just whispers. We’ll plant seeds of doubt, slowly at first, until they begin to question everything. Question *him*. We will make sure they understand that Jake is no better than the boy who was too weak to lead. He’s no better than a failure, and if they allow him to continue this charade, they will be destroyed with him."
Andrew nodded slowly, a wicked glint entering his eyes. "And if the rumors don’t work?"
I leaned forward, my eyes burning with an intensity that could pierce through stone. "Then we will make them *believe*. I want the pack to see Jake as a broken Alpha. As someone who can’t protect them. Someone who—"
I paused, a grin spreading across my face, dark and cruel.
"Someone who will let his *hybrid* children bring ruin to their doorsteps. They won’t care if they’re his flesh and blood. The moment they see those children for what they truly are—*abominations*—the pack will fracture. The men will question their loyalty, the women will turn their backs, and the children will become a symbol of everything wrong with the pack."
Andrew stood motionless, a twisted understanding dawning in his eyes. "You want them to turn on him from the inside out. Make the pack’s loyalty crumble."
"Exactly," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "Jake thinks he’s invincible, but he’s made one fatal mistake. His mistake is thinking that *family* will keep him safe. It will be the very thing that destroys him."
I walked back to the desk, my hands resting on the cool wood. The bitterness coursed through my veins, my hatred for Jake growing with each passing second. "And when the pack is divided, when his people are against him, I’ll be there to pick up the pieces. I’ll be there to lead them to victory. To restore the Silverstone pack to its rightful glory. Under my rule."
Andrew’s voice was quiet but filled with venom as he asked, "What if they fight back? What if Jake comes for us? He won’t just sit back and let this happen."
I turned to him, my eyes cold as ice. "Jake is a fool. He doesn’t have the stomach to fight me. He’s too weak, too soft. His pack will turn on him before he can do anything about it. And if he dares to try to stop me... well, I’ll make sure he regrets it."
Andrew’s smile was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. It was the same smile that had once been my ally, but now, it was something darker. Something more sinister. "You’ll get what you want, sir. I’ll make sure of it."
I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I stared out the window into the darkness beyond. "Good. And don’t forget, Andrew. If anyone gets in our way, if anyone dares to defy us... make sure they never see the light of day again."
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