The Alpha Assassin novel Chapter 64

“Simone,” The Elder said incredulously.

“No, you didn’t,” Alpha Jameson said at the same time, his brows tugged together, but he studied me standing over Raymond.

“That bitch did,” Raymond rasped.

Ezra moved closer, standing behind Raymond. His eyes seemed fearful, and he inched towards his brothers.

My mouth formed a thin line. This wasn’t part of the plan. I didn’t really plan for the implications after Addison's very public death. That was on me… But boy, was it satisfying.

This time, I knew it wasn’t just me; the silence that washed over everyone was tangible.

I waited for someone else to speak.

“Why?” Alpha Issac, Sam’s friend's father, asked me.

Sam was by his side, looking at me wide-eyed. It almost hurt to have him see what I truly was, I never planned for that to happen, but it was freeing and not as if his disgust would be anything I wouldn’t expect.

“What you might have heard is true. This man.” I scowled and pointed at Raymond. “Attacked my pack on a night we could not shift. It was not a challenge. The innocent, the children, everyone died.” My words rang clear, and they were filled with anger instead of sadness now.

Chatter erupted, but I looked toward Elder John.

“We did not know that,” he spoke softly.

I nodded my head towards him. “I understand you cannot keep up with everything,” I responded. It was true; I did not hold them accountable.

“It was this territory's responsibility. I am willing to forgive their ignorance, or even if they turned a blind eye for the sake of the territory as a whole.” I spoke to the Alphas and Lunas in the crowd. “Stories are often told from the victor, and when there is no one left to counter, there is only one story that must be true.”

“But Raymond made a mistake, as many do.” I frowned at him in mock pity. “He kept me as a trophy to have my bloodline mix with his.” Gasps from the crowd, I had them where I wanted them, and I had no idea I was even going to speak, but it felt good. Good to get the truth out, not just about my pack but about what I had been doing in response.

“When I was able to push away the fog of grief enough and realized no one was coming to help, I was left with only a gnawing hunger. A hunger that would only be satiated by their blood.” I looked back at Alpha Raymond with fire in my eyes.

The wind whipped around me. Soft tendrils of my hair escaped their confined and whipped around my face.

“In the name of my pack as the last living blood heir to our first founding Alpha, Alpha Arthur, one of the original ten packs of the Moon Goddess. I did what I had been trained to do my entire life. To protect.”

A few of The Omegas started to trickle out; they were chatting, and confusion plastered on their faces, which only deepened when they saw me.

“To protect myself, my family’s name, to even protect others when no one else would step in. But I cannot say that was all it was. I wanted my revenge, and piece by piece, I have been getting it. This world, and sometimes even our Goddess, turns a blind eye, and I needed to stand up for my legacy.”

I wanted to stand up for others, too. To create a pack, to create a life where people would not be afraid. Where goodness and rightness ruled instead of fear and power.

Even today, seeing these Alphas vote no because of inner-pack turmoil even though Sam said they believed my tale.

“You’re not taking my land, bitch,” Raymond seethed, turning on her.

“Interesting choice of words from a dog,” she shot back, and I snorted a laugh.

Raymond was towering over me, glowering down, looking at the verge of shifting.

“We will follow her,” Tia said. I looked around him to see Tia walking forward, but I was surprised to see Alice right behind her.

“She will provide a better place for all wolves than this pack is,” Tia said so resolutely it squeezed my heart.

Raymond laughed. “I will deal with all of you later,” he snarled. “You owe me two heirs,” he bellowed, and my insides churned at what he was implying.

Aksala shivered - Gross

“The challenge stands!” he boomed to the crowd, a wicked smile that couldn’t contain his unleashed rage settled on me.

“I accept,” I responded with a sweet smile of my own.

The crowd backed up, and he lunged.