The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 79

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 79**

**Bella**

The High Council Hall descended into a profound silence, the kind that precedes a storm, as Elder Kevin rose from his seat with an air of authority that was hard to ignore. Unlike the human courts, where a gavel would signal the start of proceedings, he simply lifted his hand, releasing a potent snap of Alpha energy. It surged through the hall like an invisible tidal wave, a palpable force that commanded attention. I could see the immediate effect on my fellow wolves; several instinctively lowered their heads, submitting to the invisible weight of his dominance. Even I felt the air shift around me, warm and heavy, as if it were pressing down on my skin, making my heart race.

Beside me, Scott leaned slightly forward, bowing his head in deference. It was a curious sight; despite Elder Kevin’s overwhelming presence, Scott seemed impervious to the aura of dominance that enveloped the room. This realization struck me deeply—here was a man who possessed immense strength and power, yet he chose to respect the traditions that governed our kind. It was a testament to his character, and I felt a swell of admiration for him.

“The High Council is now in session,” Elder Kevin proclaimed, his voice resonating through the stone chamber like a clarion call, echoing off the ancient walls.

A wave of anxiety crashed over me, and my heart thundered against my ribs, each beat a reminder of the gravity of the moment. Scott took my hand, his grip firm and reassuring, grounding me amidst the turmoil swirling in my mind. On his other side, Troy sat with an intensity that was almost palpable; every muscle in his body was taut, coiled like a drawn bow, ready to spring into action. I straightened my spine, determined to maintain my composure even as chaos roiled within me.

Elder Kevin held up a document, its seal marked with deep red wax, a symbol of the serious nature of what was to come. “These are the formal violations submitted against Lycan King Scott Moore,” he stated, unfolding the document with a careful deliberation that seemed to stretch time itself. “The charges include treaty violation, exposure of supernatural identity to an uninitiated human, endangering the future of the werewolf race, and acting against the welfare of the wolf community.”

Each accusation reverberated through the hall, and my stomach twisted in knots as I felt the weight of their gazes upon me. It was as if I had suddenly become the dirt beneath their paws, an outsider in a world that had once felt like home.

“Additionally,” Elder Kevin continued, his eyes flickering toward Joseph Diaz, “the complainant seeks to remove Scott Moore from his position as Lycan King and requests that the Council forbids his union with a human. The human in question—” he paused, his gaze landing squarely on me, “is Bella Williams.”

Scott’s jaw tightened, a low growl emanating from his chest, a sound so deep it resonated beneath us, vibrating through the bench and into my bones. I could feel the protective energy radiating off him, a shield against the hostility that threatened to engulf me.

Elder Kevin lowered the scroll, his expression grave. “King Scott Moore, do you wish to refute these claims?”

With deliberate slowness, Scott rose, his presence expanding to fill the room, causing those seated to instinctively shift away. “I refute every claim,” he declared, his voice steady, a calm in the storm of accusations.

“Very well,” Elder Kevin replied, gesturing for Joseph to begin.

Joseph stood, adjusting his coat as if preparing for a grand performance. His eyes glinted with malice, a predator ready to pounce. “Scott Moore violated the ancient treaty,” he began, his voice booming to ensure every wolf in the chamber heard his words clearly. “He brought a human into his pack. He exposed our existence to her simply because he fancied her. He has betrayed every wolf alive today and endangered the future of our kind by placing his selfish desires above duty and tradition.” He pointed an accusatory finger at me. “This human will return to the human world and reveal our identities, putting all of us in peril!”

The murmurs that followed sent a wave of heat to my cheeks, and my palms grew clammy with anxiety. Some wolves stared at me with open hostility, while others whispered behind their hands, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disdain. A few glared at me as if I were the source of all their troubles.

Scott let out a low snarl, a sound that echoed through the hall, silencing the murmurs instantly. He stood tall. “Perhaps,” he said, his tone controlled yet laced with mockery, “Joseph hasn’t read the treaty thoroughly.”

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