Chapter 74. Devils

Lucien POV

Thud!

“Please forgive me, Alpha Lucien. It was all a misunderstanding, I swear it was. Please—please forgive me!”

I watched as the Alpha of Bloodthorn, the second strongest pack, a man my father’s age, one who once wore his pride like a crown fell to his knees. His head pressed to the floor, his body trembling as he begged.

Begged for his life. For his pack. For everything he’d ever loved.

Lucas.

A greedy bastard.

I regarded him with cold, unflinching eyes, the smoke from my cigar curling lazily in the air as I brought it to my lips. My expression remained impassive—bored, even as I sat in my chair, my brothers by my sides.

Claude and Silas.

Each wears different expressions.

Claude looked confused at the situation yet interested, amused as he stared down at Lucas, his feet propped on the desk, eyes glinting with mischief, lips curved into a lazy smirk.

Silas, on the other hand, already knew about the