The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 79: _The True Lord Of The North

Chapter 79: _The True Lord Of The North

I walked out of Elder Davina’s residence with her escorting me quietly.

When we stepped outside into the late morning sun, she finally spoke up after clearing her throat.

"I’m curious to know if you ever see yourself making your bond with Odessa public." She remarked, causing me to glance back at her.

She had a calm expression on her face as she continued. "I mean, people are already suspecting something is off about the two of you, including Madame Greyheart and the Luna Queen. It’s only a matter of time until they connect the dots themselves."

I let out a soft sigh before I responded. "Well, I’m not sure of anything yet, Elder. I don’t even know if I’m comfortable being ’vulnerable’ around Odessa."

Suddenly, Damon’s voice rang inside my mind. ’Yeah, but you aren’t uncomfortable showing vulnerability around the moon goddess.’

I clenched my jaw before I responded to him mentally. ’You finally came out. Why didn’t you say anything back there? Let me guess, you were scared of the goddess?’

I said that with a teasing tone but Damon merely grunted.

’I wasn’t scared. It’s just... I couldn’t help myself. I could feel my connection with her when she was there, deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. Probably more primal than our mate bond to Odessa.’

I arched an eyebrow, curious to know more while Elder Davina spoke up just then in reality.

"Well, Kaelos, the moon goddess already told you what to do. It’s your decision to make if you want to follow it or not."

Really? I’d be crazy not to follow the moon goddess’ advice!

I already had a lot of hidden guilt from my past that made me feel like she had cursed me or something. I didn’t want to test the limits of her benevolence.

Anyway, at that moment, Damon continued what he was saying earlier. ’All werewolves have an origin from the moon goddess and her magic. She’s like our mother. Me hiding was a sign of respect that I couldn’t ignore.’

Oh...

Before I could say anything to either Damon or Elder Davina, I heard incoming footsteps coming from the main entrance, forcing me to turn my gaze there.

My assistant, Layla, walked into the compound with an awkward expression on her face as she greeted me and Elder Davina.

"Good morning, Alpha King and Elder Davina." She bowed slightly before the both of us before she continued. "Alpha King, the Alphas of some neighboring packs are here to see you. They said it’s urgent."

My eyebrows furrowed into a frown as I glanced at Elder Davina.

Urgent? Since when do the Alphas of my region come to me without me summoning them?

Meanwhile, Elder Davina cleared her throat before she stepped away. "The work of an Alpha King never ends it seems. Good luck, Kaelos." She said with a motherly warmth in her voice before she turned around and walked into her residence.

I stared at her retreating figure for a few seconds before I turned my gaze to Layla.

"Lead the way."

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When we got to my office where the Alphas were waiting, Layla opened the door and stepped inside with me following behind her.

My gaze scanned around the room the second I stepped in and I spotted all the familiar faces. Four Alphas were sitting in the office in total, and they were each indeed from neighboring packs.

One of them even happened to be a woman, who was the first to clear her throat.

"Greetings, Alpha King. It’s always an honor to be in your presence."

I nodded curtly at her and responded to the greetings of the others before I walked up to my desk and sat on the chair behind it, making myself comfortable.

The Alphas glanced among themselves while I merely watched them silently, my mind still going through my encounter with the moon goddess.

I couldn’t care less about any of them when I had just sat face-to-face with divinity. Well, I couldn’t care about any of them on a normal day anyway.

"Alpha King, we come in respect of some unsettling news we’ve been getting from packs that are far away from us, including those in Canada and Mexico." One of the male Alphas who was at least in his fifties, spoke solemnly, managing to get my attention.

I folded my fingers in front of my face, arching an eyebrow and silently gesturing at him to go ahead.

He glanced at the others before he continued. "There has been a sudden increase in rogue attacks in these packs. And all these rogues seem to be part of the same group."

I tilted my head even though I was getting a little tense now. It’s been a while since I heard about rogue attacks, especially one of this magnitude.

Rogues... Werewolves who were cast out of their packs because of their crimes or simply because they were too weak.

They were another issue I wanted to tackle after bringing peace between witches and werewolves, but I never thought much about it because the only things I heard about them were small matters.

"What could be causing these rogues to band together into one large group?" I asked curiously, leaning away from my chair and scanning my gaze around the faces of the Alphas present.

Just then, another Alpha with dark skin spoke up. "It’s seeming more and more like an uprising and people are afraid. We can’t have this kind of fighting among our werewolves when we have the witches to contend with."

I scoffed, looking away from them while drumming my fingers on the desk. "We wouldn’t have to fight with the witches anymore if we’re able to make this truce permanent."

Suddenly, the female Alpha among them shook her head, causing me to arch an eyebrow.

She tensed up when she saw the look I gave her but she didn’t back down and continued.

"Most of these rogues seem to carry the ideology that the only ’end’ to this war would be the massacre of all witches. And some packs even report that they have a leader who they see fit to make that vision a reality."

Each word she uttered seemed to get me on the edge more until I got uncomfortable. I had a bad feeling about this.

Anyway, after a few seconds of silence, the female Alpha drew in a deep breath before she spoke up. "They call him the ’True Lord of the