Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

LEON POV

“Did you hear!” I Ethan burst into my office, his breathing labored as if he’d run the entire way from his quarters,

I set down the financial report Id been reviewing and raised an rychem at his flustered state. “Hear what? And why are you rushing und kated

“Alpha Adrian of Dasisbon Pack has killed Alpha Kanel Ethan Munted out, his eyes wide with excitement. “Kane of Gravestone Park is dead!”

1 leaned back in my leather chain, unimpressed. Two inelevant western packs fighting amongst themselves. What does that matter to us?”

That’s not all, Ethan pressed on, moving closer to my desk. I also heard that assborn Pack has dissolved the entire eavestone Pack and absorbed Territory

Now that made me pause. My fingers stilled on the report’s edge as I looked up at him properly. The complete disolation of an established pack was rare–k unprecedented, even.

Typically, when an Alpha was killed, the pack would quickly elect a new leader and continue operations. For an entire existence… that spoke of something beyond a simple territorial dispute.

to be dissolved and enesed from

“Oasisbom,” I mused, the name

name triggering an unwelcome memory. “That’s the park your sister joined,

ed, isn’t it?

Ethan’s expression shifted, uncomfortable. Yes, Alpha. She’s still there, as far as I know.”

‘Has she responded to any of your messages since her last letter? I asked, though I already suspected the answer.

“No,” he admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I tried to convince her to come home after she first wrote to tell us about joining them, but she never replied. It’s been months now,”

Anger flared in my chest, bot and immediate. “Since she’s made her choice, stop trying to bring her back!” I snapped, my voice carrying enough force to make Ethan step back. “I don’t want to hear another word about your sister’s juvenile rebellion.”

“I know Skye can be stubborn and childish,” Ethan said carefully, his tone apologetic. I thought maybe after four years away, she might have matured. If you asked her to return, perhaps she would listen to you

I out him off with a harsh laugh. “She left without permission, joined another pack without consulting anyone, and now you expect me to beg for her return? The very suggestion was insuhing. “If she wants to play at independence, let her face the consequences alone”

Ethan lowered his head, reading the finality in my tone. He mumbled something about getting back to training and quickly retreated from my office.

After he left, I tried to focus on the financial reports, but the mention of Oasisbom and that Alpha Adrian kept gnawing at my concentration

Six months until the Alpha King election. I needed to stay informed about potential competitors, regardless of how insignificant they might seem.

Lopened my laptop and navigated to the candidate database I’d been monitoring. Several familiar names populated the list:

Alpha Maxwell of Stormbowl Pack–ruthless, experienced, and politically savvy. He’d been consolidating power for years, no doubt preparing for this very election.

Alpha Xaver of Silverscreen Pack in Los Angeles–young, charismatic, media–Gained. His Hollywood–inspired PR team had transformed him into something like a werewolf celebrity, appealing especially to younger pack members across the continent.

Alpha Rodrigs of Ironwater Pack from the Gulf Coast–ancient bloodline, vast resources, traditional power hase. His territory included several major ports, giving him significant economic influence.

Alpha Morgan of Cascade Pack from the Pacific Northwest–leveraging her female identity to unite female werewolves across the continent. She built a massive support base by advocating for female rights and welfare. Though her supporters were predominantly Omegas with limited combat abilities, they made up for it in sheer numbers.

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Tandled to the bottom of the list, noting that another name had been added sher Td lost checked. My bond was! rold then thewhe

Alpha Adrian, Oasisbom Pack, Western Territories

I clicked on his profile, and a photograph loaded. Strong jawline shadowed with dark stubble, hair the color of midnight, amber eyes that seemed to even through the digital linage. He was undeniably handsome in a niggeil, dangerous way that would probably appeal to certain demographics.

My laptop n went dark with a forceful snap as I slammed it shut.

How dare he?

This nobody from nowhree, leading a pack so insignificant I had even heard name until today, thought he cold compete at this level?

Was this why Skye had joined his pack? Had she been swayed by a pretty face and empty promises? The thought made my jaw clench painfully.

He thought killing one minor Alpha and absorbing a failing pack gave him the credentials to lead all North American werewolves? The arrogance was

staggering.

I stood abruptly, pacing to the window that overlooked Frostshadow’s pristine territory. Generations of strong leadership had built this empine, and I’d been preparing to expand it further as Alpha King. Every decision I’d made, every alliance I’d forged, every sacrifice I’d endured–all of it pointed toward that ultimate goal.

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