Anya's Threat
Williams’ POV
The door creaked open with a force and I turned, expecting to see Anya storming back in for one final word, and sure enough it was her.
As Anya got into the room one more time, she held my gaze with a venomous look. Her voice was low, dripping with malice.
“She won't last long, you know,” she whispered, her voice cold and calculating. “Cleopatra. You might have chosen her over me, but the realm will never accept her. They'll tear her apart, limb by limb, before she ever becomes your Luna. And when that happens…I'll gladly take her place.”
I felt my blood turn cold at her words, I picked up a chair and lunged at her but she slipped out of the room, leaving me seething with anger—and a gnawing sense of dread.
What if she was right? What if I had just put Cleopatra in more danger than I realized?
The more I thought about it, the more I feared for her and our child's safety. They need to be close to her burned inside me. I need to protect them. I need to protect my family.
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Author's POV
Williams sat behind his desk, tension radiating from his clenched fists. The weight of the morning’s revelations, of losing sight of Cleopatra, gnawed at his insides. He could still smell her lingering scent on his body, but it wasn't enough—it never would be.
“Renee,” he barked into the phone, his voice sharp. “I need you to mobilize every resource we have. Track Cleopatra down and bring her back to me. Look for a way to contact Rob and Lucien, find out if she's with them. And one more thing…” He hesitated, but only for a moment. “Send a message to Alpha Kane. Tell him to get ready for his judgment.”
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Renee's voice responded with her usual efficiency. “Understood. I'll take care of it.”
When the call ended, Cleopatra's words echoed in his mind. “I was used as well, Alpha Williams.” He believed her and the fact that Kane used her made his blood boil.
The uncertainty of how all these may go gnawed at his soul. He clenched his jaw, pushing away the hollow ache in his chest from missing Cleopatra.
The door creaked open, and a council member stepped inside. “Alpha Williams,” the man began with a formal bow. “The high Alphas and councils have agreed. The coronation process will begin. You are to prepare.”
Williams nodded stiffly. “I'll be there.”
As the council mentioned left, Williams stood, still barefooted on the cold flood, the events of the day weighing him down like an anchor. He glanced down at his feet, feeling the chill seep into his skin. Everything felt off-kilter. He needed a moment, just a brief reprieve from the chaos spiraling around him.
He feels rushed. The truth was that he wasn't ready for the coronation. He thought it would probably happen sometime next month, but now? At this moment? He needed time away from all these.
He quickly left for his quarters to freshen up for the meeting. In the bathroom, the cool water cascaded over his body, washing away the sweat and tension of the day. He closed his eyes, letting the memory of Cleopatra's touch fill his senses. Her skin against his. Her heartbeat when she was close. He ached for her—every part of him. But with every second that passed, the fear of her slipping further away dug deeper into his chest.
“Please come back to me,” he muttered silently, his eyes closed.
Stepping out of the shower, Williams grabbed a towel and dried off, his mind still clouded by the thoughts of Cleopatra. But when he re-entered the room, his breath caught. There, lounging lazily on his bed, was Anya—wrapped only in a towel, her lips curved in a smug smile. She looked like a queen surveying her throne, completely at ease.
‘How did she even get here and why is she sitting on the bed I shared with Cleopatra!’ he thought angrily.
“I swear to God, I will kill you. Get out!” Williams growled, his voice barely controlled. The sight of her, the audacity, fueled his rage. He had no time for her games.
Anya stood, her movements slow and deliberate. “Why so angry, Alpha?” She purred. “You know I could make all of this easier. You're stressed, Cleopatra's gone…for good, I hope. I could make you forget.”
Her words were a knife twisting in his gut. Without hesitation, he crossed the room and grabbed her arm, yanking her toward the door. Anya screamed, the sound high-pitched and desperate, as she clung to him, pretending as if she were the victim.
Just as he opened the door, two council members passed by, their eyes widening at the scene.
Anya, ever the actress, threw her arms around Williams, her body pressing against his as she moaned dramatically, the towel slipping at the corner. “You know Alpha, I'm all yours if you need me again!” She said, raising her voice slightly.
He pushed her off with a snarl, his anger barely contained. “Get out, Anya,” he spat, slamming the door in her face before she could say another word.
The council members exchanged awkward glances but said nothing as they continued down the pack.
Dressed in a simple but sharp black button-down shirt and dark pants, Williams made his way to the council chambers. The attire was understated, but it carried an air of authority—enough to remind everyone who he was. The heavy doors to the council room creaked open as he stepped inside.
The room was filled with high-standing Alphas, the air thick with expectation. Williams caught sight of Anya, seated next to one of the Alphas, her expression smug once again. His jaw tightened, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand.
“We have reviewed your ascension, Alpha Williams,” one of the council members began. “You will remain in isolation for three days as tradition dictates before you are crowned. During this time, you will be expected to reflect on the responsibilities of your new position.”
Williams nodded, his gaze steady, but his thoughts were far from the room. His mind raced back to Cleopatra—where she was, what she was doing. If she was safe.
“And there is another matter,” another council member said. “Your relationship with Anya has been brought to our notice.” All eyes turned to Williams. “It is expected that you mark her immediately after your isolation since you both have consummated the…alliance. She is going to be your queen, just like your father and her father wanted.”
The room went still, the weight of the statement pressing down like a leaden curtain. Williams’ gaze shot to Anya, whose lips curved into a knowing smile. She was enjoying this—every second of it.
Williams was about to lose it. But before he could respond, the door creaked open again. He turned, his breath catching.
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