Chapter 352 The Beginning of Reckoning
A single, forest–shaking roar, and the giant wolf Aubrey had become struck like a silver lightning bolt. Harold didn’t even have time to mount an effective defense before an overwhelming force pinned him hard to the ground.
Sharp claws sank into his flesh; the massive weight rendered him immobile.
“Alpha… you’re an Alpha…”
Severely wounded and unable to hold wolf form, Harold was forced back into human shape, a strangled, incredulous groan tearing from his throat as his worldview collapsed in that instant.
All his schemes and reliance turned into a ridiculous joke in the face of Aubrey’s true power.
Aubrey shifted back into human form and looked down at the trembling prey. “So, who’s insignificant now?”
Harold couldn’t speak. He couldn’t comprehend how an omega with no pack could become an alpha. But once he accepted that fact, everything that had happened suddenly made sense—
Why Bailey and Mariana had both lost to her.
Why alpha Henry had been won back by Aubrey.
Because she was an alpha.
A female alpha bearing ancient werewolf blood–no wonder alpha Henry was utterly devoted to her.
Regret flooded Harold; he had been far too careless. Yet even if someone had told him about Aubrey’s alpha nature before, he wouldn’t have believed it without seeing it with his own eyes.
“Tell me why you sent people to capture me,” Aubrey asked again.
Harold remained silent.
“Because of Bailey? You collaborated with the Fog Pack?” Aubrey asked directly; she could think of no other plausible reason. Her investigation had shown that when Fog Pack took Bailey away, Harold had been the one negotiating with them.
Sure enough, Harold’s expression shifted noticeably. Aubrey narrowed her eyes–so that bitch really wouldn’t let things go.
“I don’t know anything! I didn’t do any of that! Let me go.” Harold sounded certain Aubrey wouldn’t really kill him; his eyes grew dark and arrogant. “You know our York family and the Miguel family are old friends! My grandfather saved Sean’s life! My daughter married Alpha King’s son–if you kill me, don’t say alpha Henry can protect you; the whole werewolf world will have no place for you!”
Aubrey was growing impatient.
In the previous life, Alpha King had no heir, and after he died from the K–virus, the southern and northern continents had erupted into war.
This time, because of her intervention, Alpha King had not died from the virus–but he had sensed danger and recently adopted a promising young man as his son from the royal line. That young alpha would one day inherit Alpha King’s position.
But what did any of that have to do with Harold?
He was trying to threaten her with ties to Alpha King–leaning on family power and thinking himself superior. The arrogance made her sick.
“A useless dog that barks from behind family status and women’s skirts.”
Contempt filled Aubrey’s eyes. She had intended to press for specifics, but judging by Harold’s attitude, she wouldn’t extract any meaningful secrets–only entrenched prejudices or trivial interests.
Since he offered no valuable information, leaving this troublemaker alive would only sow future disaster. She no longer hesitated. In Harold’s horrified gaze, her right hand became a wolf’s claw and sliced cleanly across his throat, ending every threat and curse in a spray of blood.
Harold’s eyes went wide; to his dying breath he could not believe Aubrey would so utterly ignore his powerful connections and kill him without hesitation.
Aubrey wiped her fingers clean with no expression.
Old ties? Alpha King’s in–laws? Those so–called powers meant nothing to her.
She finished tidying the scene neatly, erased every trace, and once more melted into the predawn darkness. Harold’s death was only the beginning of her reckoning.