Chapter 137. How’s This Possible?

Marcus’s POV

Every second weighed heavier than the last. My finger trailed along the edge of the table as I circled the room.

Suddenly, the door jerked open, making my step halt. My head snapped toward the door, and just like a loose shirt, hope slipped off my shoulder.

It’s a guard, and not the expected guest, “Greetings, Beta Marcus, the Elders are already at the council,” he said.

My heart skipped as my fist curled into a ball. Whoever the council voted for would be crowned the new Alpha, and that same person would be the one to carry the ritual.

I had called Ella, but she was not here yet. Everything felt like a dead end. And I would rather the world end than see another claim the crown.

I drew in a shaky breath before I nodded at the guard. He bowed and walked out of the room.

My hand dragged across my face as I took a single step forward, then the weight of it dragged me back. I turned and walked back into the room.

My fin