Chapter 60. Revenge, A Dish Best Served Cold

The night was unusually quiet, the moon hanging low as if it were watching the world with bated breath. Derek sat in his study, pouring over maps and reports from scouts patrolling the borders. The plague had slowed but had not yet disappeared, and Kevin’s schemes loomed like a storm cloud.

A sharp knock broke the silence, and his Beta, Alex, stepped in, his expression grim.

“Alpha,” Alex began hesitantly, “there’s someone at the border requesting to see you.”

Derek raised a brow. “Who dares to request an audience at this hour?”

Alex shifted uncomfortably. “It’s Kael Blackthorn.”

The name hit Derek like a punch to the gut. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. Kael. The rogue Alpha. The man who had once stood at the pinnacle of power, only to be cast down for crimes he swore he never committed.

“Take me to him” Derek ordered, his voice cold.

Alex hesitated. “Are you sure? He—”

“Now,” Derek cut him off, his tone leaving no room for arg