The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 78

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**

“Well,” Bella declared loudly, her gaze fixed elsewhere, as if Scott’s presence was of no consequence to her. It was as though she thrived on the discomfort she created, her words dripping with disdain. “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence. The little human who believes she can navigate the treacherous waters of a werewolf’s world.” Her expression sharpened, transforming into a mask of malice as she added, “I hope you savor your last day here, Bella. Tomorrow, everything will shift.”

The atmosphere in the foyer thickened palpably, a heavy tension settling over us like a storm cloud. Scott’s eyes narrowed into slits as he directed a fierce glare at Tasha. His body tensed, muscles coiling as a low, menacing growl erupted from his chest, reverberating through the air—a primal warning that sent chills down my spine. Tasha’s complexion drained of color, her once-confident smirk crumbling into an expression of fear. She instinctively took a step back, as though she were anticipating a violent confrontation.

Sensing the impending chaos, I quickly reached out and touched Scott’s arm, my voice a steady whisper. “Scott, please, calm down.”

He inhaled deeply, the growl subsiding as the rigid tension in his shoulders began to ease, though his eyes remained locked on Tasha. When he finally spoke, his voice dripped with sarcasm, each word laced with disdain. “I should have seen this coming,” he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his tone. “A coward like you hiding behind your daddy. You actually had the audacity to use Chainflower on me? What a pathetic display! And you thought you were fit to be Luna? How laughable.”

Tasha flinched as if struck, her face contorting in humiliation, the sting of his words evident in her wide eyes.

I couldn’t help but smirk, a glimmer of satisfaction lighting up my expression. “Have you completely forgotten the silver I used on you?” I taunted, relishing the moment.

Before Tasha could muster a response, the hall doors swung open once more, and Joseph Diaz strode in, a storm brewing in his demeanor. Several wolves followed closely behind him, their eyes glinting with hostility. Joseph’s face was flushed with anger, beads of sweat forming at his temples as he glared at Scott with barely contained fury. The air crackled with tension as his gaze met Scott’s, and any semblance of composure Joseph had vanished.

“So here you are, finally, King Scott,” Joseph spat, his voice dripping with contempt as he emphasized the title. “I hope you’re ready. Once this trial concludes, I will take great pleasure in watching them strip that King title from you. You don’t deserve the throne. You’ve betrayed your community—for a human. You’ve spat on centuries of laws. You’ve broken the treaty, and the only fitting punishment for your treachery is your doom!”

The temperature in the room plummeted, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. “Betrayal? That word doesn’t suit you at all,” Scott retorted, taking a deliberate step forward. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Once this trial is over,” he continued, “I will personally ensure you understand the meaning of betrayal—not just in your mind, but etched into your very flesh.”

A tremor of apprehension rippled through Joseph’s wolves at the ominous softness of Scott’s voice, a clear indication of the threat lurking beneath his calm exterior.

“Oh, we shall see!” Joseph sneered, his gaze flicking dismissively past us. His eyes landed on my twins, who were peeking out from behind me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. “And those mutts,” he added with a cruel laugh, “once you’re out of the picture, I’ll make sure they’re tossed aside like the trash they are. Maybe we should just—”

His sentence abruptly cut off as his foot slipped on an unseen spot, sending him crashing to the floor with a resounding thud. The wolves behind him froze in shock, while Tasha gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. Scott raised an amused eyebrow, a smirk threatening to break through his serious demeanor, while Troy stifled a cough, likely to hide what might have been a laugh.

Joseph scrambled to regain his footing, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Who—who did that?!” he stammered, bewildered.

Silence enveloped the room, no one willing to answer. However, Nancy, standing quietly behind us, wore a faintly bored expression as if this drama was beneath her.

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