Silver's POV
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"You may have won this round, claiming Champ for yourself, but don't think for a second that I'm done with the two of you. I refuse to accept this defeat, not after the way you both ganged up on me!" I muttered, gripping my phone tightly as I watched them from afar.
A fatal mistake. You both made a terrible mistake. Because now, I have proof—something I can use to bring your downfall.
"I will make sure that the title of Alpha King belongs to me, Deux..." I murmured with a sly smile while looking at the photo I captured. "And in the end, Champ... you'll be mine."
My fingers curled around my phone, my grip tightening as rage simmered within me.
Taking a deep breath, I turned on my heels, my mind already weaving the next steps of my plan. That was when I spotted a group of beta staff from a news station, seemingly searching for something—or someone.
A slow smirk stretched across my lips.
This is going to be fun.
I approached them casually, and their eyes immediately landed on me.
"From one of the most powerful Alpha families—Silver!" a female beta reporter gasped as she stepped forward, her voice laced with excitement.
I remained composed, standing tall, exuding nothing but calm control.
"What are your thoughts on the recently concluded Alpha Territory Treasure Hunt Competition? Everyone expected you to win, but... it seems the tides have turned," she asked, her words barely hiding the insult.
For a fleeting second, I envisioned tearing this reporter apart for daring to humiliate me. But no—I had to hold back.
I couldn't let my plans fall apart.
"I only have one thing to say—I did my best." I flashed a calculated smile.
"And what do you think about the Alpha who won? Any message for him?" she pressed.
The cameras. The lights. The microphone. All eyes were on me.
I smirked. In my mind, I toyed with the idea of exposing Champ's little secret. A single sentence, and everything could crumble.
"The one who won?" I mused. "An Alpha?"
"Yes! His name is Champ, isn't it?" the reporter prompted.
"Ah, yes. Champ... The Alpha. Such a brave Alpha," I said smoothly, feigning admiration. "But why don't you ask him yourself? I'm sure you're here at the university to interview him, aren't you?"
"Of course! Have you seen where Champ is?" she asked eagerly.
And at that, my grin widened.
Oh, this was going to be perfect.
Just imagine the headlines—the Alpha Prince and Champ, caught in a rather... intimate position. And better yet, imagine the scandal when they find Deux marking his so-called 'Alpha' in front of everyone.
Delicious.
"He's at the open field, just behind the main building," I said smoothly. "I think he's resting there... with the Alpha Prince."
The reporter's eyes lit up with excitement.
"This is great! We'll get to interview both the Alpha Prince and Champ!" she exclaimed before she and her crew rushed off, eager for their big scoop.
And I?
I simply stood there, my smile sharp, my eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Hmm... this game is far from over."
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Jiggs' POV
"Hmm? I was told Champ's interview is happening here at the university today," I muttered as I stepped out of the cafeteria, balancing a chocolate milkshake for myself and a cookies and cream one for Champ.
Wouldn't want him saying I never treat him, haha!
I planned to head back to the open field, knowing that's where he was training with the four beta males—after I ran away from him because, well... teasing him was too much fun.
As I walked, I spotted the four beta males chatting among themselves.
"Marsh!" I called out, and they all turned to me before approaching. "Training's done?"
"Yeah, we left Master Champ in the open field. Master Deux showed up," Marsh replied.
"Oh, so it's just the two of them now?" I asked.
"Yeah, they said they had something to talk about."
"Ohh, private time, huh? Haha!" I teased, then glanced at the smoothie in my hand. "Oh well, you guys can have this instead. I was gonna give it to Champ, but looks like he's... busy."
Marsh happily grabbed the cookies and cream shake, and after a quick goodbye, we parted ways.
I casually sipped my chocolate milkshake, deciding to stroll around for a bit—until my day took a sudden turn for the worse.
Because there, walking by himself, muttering under his breath like a lunatic, was none other than Silver.
He didn't see me, but I sure saw him.
"Is he actually crazy now? Who's he even talking to?" I whispered to myself.
A few moments later, as I kept watching him—totally not stalking, just observing for safety reasons—I noticed a group of reporters arriving. They looked like they were searching for someone.
Champ. They were obviously looking for Champ for his interview.
But guess who just shoved himself into the spotlight?
Silver.
I shook my head in disbelief. This was supposed to be Champ's moment! Not Silver's! The guy didn't even win the competition, yet there he was, stealing screen time like an attention-starved villain.
I was about to walk up and politely correct the situation when I overheard his conversation with the reporters.
"Ah, I saw Champ in the open field, just behind the main building. I think he's resting there... with the Alpha Prince."
The reporter's eyes practically sparkled with excitement.
"Oh! This is perfect! We can interview the Alpha Prince and Champ together!" she exclaimed before rushing off with her crew.
And then it hit me.
Champ is in the open field—
Deux is in the open field—
Champ is an Omega—
Deux is an Alpha—
They're alone in the open field.—
My brain short-circuited.
My throat went dry. My eyes went wide. Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, no.
I dropped my chocolate milkshake—a tragedy, really, but I had bigger problems now.
Because I just realized something.
Silver just sent an entire news crew straight to where an Alpha and an Omega were ALONE.
And knowing Deux? Oh, dear heavens above.
If Deux had already done it—if Champ was already—if things were already—
Arrggh!
Maybe Deux is impregnating Champ right now after knowing he is an Omega!
Too much things going inside my mind!
I sprinted like my life depended on it.
No—like Champ's dignity depended on it.
Like our entire future depended on it.
Like I was the main character of an Olympic-level sports anime.
I had to reach them before the reporters did.
I just prayed to all the gods listening that Deux hadn't already gotten Champ pregnant.
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Champ's POV
"D-Deux... nghh!" I barely managed to utter as I felt his fangs sinking into my neck.
His warm lips pressed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
And just as I was about to fully accept my fate—marked and claimed by this Alpha prince—
"CHAMP!"
A loud, familiar voice rang out in the distance.
Like a ghost getting exorcised, my soul practically shot back into my body, and in pure panic, I shoved Deux off me. Hard. Too hard. Hard enough that I accidentally hit his fresh wounds.
"Deux! Sorry!" I gasped.
"Champ!" Jiggs wheezed as he finally reached us, looking like he'd just sprinted across the entire university.
I glanced at Deux. His expression? Pure murder. He was glaring at Jiggs like he wanted to tear him apart, limb by limb. If looks could kill, Jiggs would've been reduced to ashes by now.
I could tell Deux was absolutely livid because his perfect moment had been so rudely interrupted.
Maybe... maybe it wasn't time for this yet.
"Cha-Champ! Haa! Haaa!" Jiggs panted, gripping his knees, completely oblivious to the impending doom looming over him.
"Jiggs!" Deux growled, his voice dripping with irritation. "You ruined my momentum! If you weren't Champ's friend, you'd be a dead man by now!"
"Okay, okay, but—" Jiggs heaved, still trying to catch his breath. "Why... the hell... were you two on top of each other?"
Deux opened his mouth to answer, but I was faster.
"He tripped! Landed on me!" I blurted out.
"Oh, really?" Jiggs smirked, finally standing up straight. "He tripped, and what? His face just accidentally landed right on your neck? Is that how it works now?"
"Jiggs! Are you here just to annoy me?!" I snapped.
"Say the word, Champ," Deux muttered, cracking his knuckles ominously. "I'll get rid of him right now."
Jiggs flinched and took a step back. "W-Wait, hold on! You should be thanking me!"
Deux raised an eyebrow. "And why, exactly, should I be grateful to you?"
Jiggs smirked. "Because if I hadn't interrupted, you two would've been caught red-handed."
"...Caught?"
Jiggs jerked a thumb behind him, and that's when we saw them—an entire swarm of reporters approaching like hungry wolves.
"Oh, great," Deux muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, you're welcome," Jiggs huffed, still a little out of breath. "If I hadn't gotten here first, the next big headline would've been 'Two Alpha Males Caught in a Heated Embrace in the Open Field!'"
"WE WERE NOT EMBRACING!" Deux and I yelled in unison.
"What are they even doing here?" Deux grumbled.
"Oh, you know," Jiggs waved a hand dismissively. "Champ won the competition, so today's his big interview. Oh, and Silver might've had a tiny hand in sending the reporters here."
Deux's jaw clenched. "Of course that bastard would pull something like this. He won't stop until he wins."
I sighed. "Your cousin, Deux, is really something. You're both ridiculously stubborn. The only difference is, he's more of a pain in the ass."
And before we could even process what was happening, the reporters descended.
Bright lights. Flashing cameras. Microphones practically being shoved into my mouth.
It was chaos.
Their questions overlapped, a tangled mess of words I couldn't even begin to decipher. My head started spinning. My vision blurred from all the flashing lights—
Until—
"SHUT. UP."
Deux's voice boomed across the field.
Instant silence.
It was as if time itself froze. No one moved. No one even breathed. Even Jiggs instinctively hid behind me like a scared puppy.
Deux took a step forward, eyes burning with an icy glare. "If you don't leave my sight in the next five seconds, I will destroy every single one of your precious cameras."
The reporters collectively gulped. Their hands visibly trembled. Even though they desperately wanted to interview me, none of them dared defy Deux.
"Leave. Now."
And just like that, they scattered.
I let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, okay, maybe that was a bit much, Deux. They just wanted an interview."
"They deserved it!" Deux huffed. "Besides, my patience was already running thin the moment this guy showed up." He jabbed a finger at Jiggs.
Jiggs, being Jiggs, immediately ducked behind me again.
Deux turned away. "Maybe next time, Champ. When we're alone—with no pests around."
Jiggs peeked out. "Uh... is he calling me a pest?"
"Yes."
"Rude."
Deux shook his head and started walking off.
"I'll meet you up later..."
"Wait—where are we supposed to meet?" I called after him.
No answer.
Just Deux disappearing into the distance, probably still fuming over everything that had just happened.
Jiggs snorted. "Wow. He really said 'meet me later' and then didn't tell you where? Classic."
I sighed. "I hate how cool he thinks he is sometimes."
Then, just when I thought Jiggs was finally done being annoying—
"Uh, Champ?"
"What now?"
"Your neck."
I stiffened. "...What about it?"
Jiggs grinned like the devil himself. "It's red. Really red."
Instinctively, I slapped a hand over my neck and backed away. "It's nothing!"
Jiggs crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? A nothing that looks suspiciously like—"
"A mosquito bite!" I cut him off.
Jiggs raised an eyebrow. "The biggest damn mosquito I've ever seen."
"JUST SHUT UP AND LET'S GO TALK TO THE REPORTERS!" I snapped.
Jiggs just laughed, shaking his head as he followed me. "Man, you're so easy to mess with."
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The moment Jiggs and I stepped outside the university gates, the battlefield had already shifted. Instead of rival Alphas, we were now up against a horde of reporters—armed with microphones, flashing cameras, and an insatiable thirst for drama.
The second they spotted us, they charged, questions flying in from all directions like a hailstorm.
"Hold it! Hold it!" I yelled, throwing up my hands like a referee about to call a foul. "Can we all take a deep breath and do this like civilized people? I'll answer everything, but one at a time, alright?"
That seemed to work—miraculously. The reporters exchanged nods, and the first one fired away.
"Champ! What are your thoughts on the competition? Any unforgettable experiences?"
I let out a small chuckle before answering.
"Unforgettable? Absolutely. It was nerve-wracking at first since it was my first time competing—and not just against anyone, but some of the strongest Alpha clans out there. But my friends and I made it through. We strategized, played our roles, and gave it everything we had. We may have been just six, but we fought like an army."
Jiggs leaned in and whispered, "You're a legend, Champ."
I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary commentary.
The next question followed swiftly.
"Now that you're the new owner of Veydith's territory, what are your plans for the land?"
I hummed in thought. "To be honest, I haven't given it much thought yet. But now that you ask, I'd like to turn it into a war-free zone—a place where no battles are fought. Anyone who lives there, especially Betas and Omegas looking for a peaceful life, can do so without fear. I want it to be a sanctuary for those who need it."
Jiggs whispered again. "You're really good at this, Champ."
I shot him a look. "Are you my side commentator now?"
Then came the next question—the one that made me sigh internally.
"How about the legendary treasures hidden within Veydith? Any plans to claim them? History says there's an undiscovered fortune beneath its lands that could elevate your status even higher."
I shook my head with a smile. "The treasures of Veydith belong to Veydith. I have no intention of digging them up. I'm content with the life I have now. All I want is to live normally."
Jiggs, as expected: "You're a living legend, Champ."
But then, something changed. I noticed the reporters exchanging glances as if they had been saving something juicier. I braced myself.
One of them finally spoke up.
"Champ, how do you explain the fact that you defeated not just one, but two of the strongest Alphas—Deux and Silver? You're new to the scene, not as well-known as them. Everyone expected them to clash in the finals, yet you defied all expectations. How did you do it?"
Champ, stay calm.
The air had shifted. The light-hearted atmosphere was gone, replaced by something heavier. This was where a single wrong word could spark unnecessary conflict.
I took a steady breath before answering.
"Deux and Silver were formidable opponents, no doubt about it," I said carefully. "But just because I'm a rookie Alpha doesn't mean I'd roll over and lose. My team and I planned, strategized, and used more than just brute strength. We had to be smart about our approach, and that's how we won."
I made sure my answer was neutral—something that wouldn't ignite any unnecessary drama.
But the reporters weren't done yet.
"We've noticed that Alpha Prince Deux seems to be growing closer to you. Among all the Alphas, he seems to be the only one who willingly approaches you. Any thoughts on that?"
Before I could even blink, another one shot their question.
"Your mannerisms, speech, and way of thinking don't align with the usual aggressive nature of Alphas. Why is that?"
And another.
"Physically speaking, you look different from most Alphas. Your face is softer, your skin is fairer, and your build is leaner. What do you have to say about that?"
And another.
"We saw you with Alpha Prince Deux earlier in the open field. Your neck is visibly red—did he mark you?"
At that, my brain short-circuited.
The words hit me like a barrage of arrows, and my thoughts scrambled in panic. Who do I answer first? How do I answer? WHAT do I even say?
I was so overwhelmed that my vision blurred.
And then—
"I believe this interview is over."
A deep, commanding voice sliced through the chaos, making my heart jump into my throat.
Standing between me and the reporters, tall and unwavering, was Deux.
The crowd went silent.
"Deux?" I whispered.
He stood there, exuding an aura so intense it was practically tangible. There was something in his posture—straight-backed, confident, unyielding—that made it clear he was here to take control.
"The reason I approach Champ," Deux said coolly, "is because I find him to be a worthy challenge. I want to match him in everything, whether it's in combat or elsewhere."
The reporters gawked, but Deux wasn't done.
"As for his speech, mannerisms, and way of thinking—where, exactly, in any Alpha history book does it state we must act a certain way? If he differs from the norm, so what?"
Then came the final blow.
"The redness on his neck is my doing," Deux admitted, making my eyes widen in horror. "We were training. I accidentally hit him. That's all."
Silence.
I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
Deux turned back to the reporters. "Anymore questions?"
None of them dared to speak.
"Good," Deux said, satisfied.
Jiggs, bless his chaotic soul, stepped forward. "Alright, that's enough! Master Champ and I have important matters to attend to—like registering his ownership of Veydith! Shoo, shoo!"
Like swarming insects finally being swatted away, the reporters dispersed.
The moment they were gone, I exhaled heavily. "Thanks, Deux. You didn't tell me you'd be here."
Deux simply shrugged. "I was actually going to wait for you at your house."
"Deux!" I shot him an annoyed glare.
"But then I saw you being harassed by those insects, so I decided to step in."
Jiggs, ever the opportunist, clapped Deux on the shoulder. "Master Deux, you're a lifesaver!"
Deux shot him a look—one that sent Jiggs scrambling behind me like a scared puppy.
"I thought we were friends," Jiggs muttered. "Guess not."
I sighed. "Alright, since we're already talking about it, let's go get my registration done."
Deux shook his head. "I'm not going with you."
"Huh? What? Why not?!"
"If I go with you, the rumors will only get worse."
I blinked. "Oh... yeah. That's actually a good point."
"I will wait for you inside your house." Deux smirked. "Instead, I'll send this insect to go with you."
"I am not an insect!" Jiggs protested.
Deux's glare sharpened.
Jiggs immediately folded. "I am an insect. I have accepted my fate."
I groaned. "Fine. Jiggs, let's go."
"Alright! But, hey, why is Deux going to your house later?" Jiggs asked with a sly grin. "You throwing a party? Can I come?"
"No!" Deux and I both shouted in unison.
"Stingy! What are you two doing, wrestling?!"
"Jiggs, you know Deux does whatever he wants, right? You can't stop him." I groaned, dragging him along. "Let's just go register my land before I regret everything."
As we walked off, Jiggs suddenly burst out laughing.
"By the way, don't forget to pee on a hundred spots to claim Veydith."
I lunged at him. "COME HERE, YOU LITTLE—!"
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After that agonizingly boring registration process, I finally arrived at my house. Specifically, right at my doorstep.
But before I could even step inside, my senses were assaulted by a strong, familiar scent—Vanilla.
Deux.
That Alpha really treats my house like it's his own.
And the question is—how the hell did he even get in?!
He doesn't have a key!
Alpha privileges. That's how.
With a resigned sigh, I pushed open the door and stepped into the living room. And there he was.
Deux.
Sprawled out on my couch, asleep, with the TV still on.
I swear, the audacity.
But something was off.
The guy wasn't just sleeping.
He was half-naked.
Deux, the Alpha Prince, the epitome of cool, serious, and intimidating... was lounging on my couch wearing nothing but boxers.
And the problem?
Oh, let's just say his 'package' inside that boxers was putting up more of a show than the TV ever could.
Even asleep, the damn thing looked wide awake.
I swallowed hard.
Was it just me, or was it... huge?
I blinked.
Then blinked again.
And then—curiosity hit me like a freight train.
How big is it?
It's not like I wanted to know.
I just... scientifically needed to compare.
For research purposes.
Just a little peek. Three seconds, tops.
That should be fine, right?
So, with ninja-like precision, I slowly crouched down beside him. My heart was pounding so loud I was worried he could hear it.
Okay. Step one: check if he's still asleep.
I glanced up at Deux.
Deep breathing. Unmoving. Completely out.
Perfect.
Back to business.
Step two: Operation Boxer Reveal.
I carefully—carefully—reached out, pinching the waistband of his boxers between my fingers.
Slowly...
Gently...
Almost there...
Just a tiny peek...
And then—
"What exactly are you looking for, Champ?"
(SNAP!)
I yelped as I instantly let go of the waistband, causing it to snap back into place.
I froze.
My wide eyes met his. Deux was awake, staring right at me with his signature cool and unreadable expression.
He arched a brow—once, twice—like he was genuinely curious about what the hell I was doing.
"If you really want to see, you only have to ask," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.
I choked on my own breath.
"Y-YOU'RE INSANE! WHO SAID I WANTED TO SEE ANYTHING?! I—I HAVE ONE TOO, YOU KNOW!" I practically shouted as I scrambled away from him. "Not as big anymore, but still—I used to be proud of it! Damn it!"
"Can I see it?"
"NO!" I shouted while covering my small pride.
Deux smirked lazily. "No need to be shy, Champ. I'll give you a chance to show mine."
And then—
He reached for his waistband.
I gulped.
My eyes were glued to his hands as he began slowly pulling his boxers down, revealing—
(NEWS REPORT SOUND EFFECT!)
"This just in! An exclusive interview with Champ Aurelian, the Alpha who emerged victorious in the Alpha Territory Treasure Hunt Competition—"
Both of us snapped our heads toward the TV.
For a second, neither of us moved.
Then, Deux exhaled through his nose, sitting up properly.
He patted his lap.
"Come sit."
I blinked. "...Huh?"
He patted it again, eyes on me.
"The couch is huge! Why would I sit on your lap?!" I snapped, crossing my arms.
"Hm." Deux simply shrugged before—
He grabbed me.
"DEUX—!"
Next thing I knew, I was forcibly pulled onto his lap, straddling his thighs like some kind of human stuffed toy.
I squirmed. "Deux! I'm trying to watch my interview!"
I tried to move. I really did. But his arms were firm around me, keeping me trapped exactly where he wanted me.
I gave up with an exasperated sigh, facing the TV and pretending I was totally fine.
And then—
(Twoop!)
(Twitch!)
"...Deux."
"Hm?"
"Tell your manhood to behave."
"Hm."
"Deux, I swear to the gods, I felt that move."
Silence.
I inhaled.
Exhaled.
I was not going to acknowledge that the 'thing' pressed against my butt had a mind of its own.
Nope.
Not today.
So, I did the only thing I could do—
I sat there.
On his lap.
Forced to endure.
And watched my own interview... while it is moving non-stop!
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Third Person POV
In the grand halls of the Alpha King's estate, the atmosphere was suffocatingly heavy. The very air seemed to tremble in submission as the Alpha King himself sat upon his favorite chair—no, his throne—watching the television before him with cold, calculating eyes.
A crystal-clear glass of rich, red wine rested in his grip, the liquid swirling lazily as he listened intently to the interview playing on the screen.
"The experience of joining that competition was something else. At first, I was nervous since it was my first time participating... and my first time going up against different Alpha clans."
The Alpha King took a slow sip, his lips curling into a sneer.
"Champ Aurelian... so that's the name of the Alpha who defeated Deux."
His voice was calm, almost a whisper—but beneath that calmness brewed a storm, a barely restrained rage lurking in the depths of his being.
His sharp gaze remained locked on the screen as the interview continued.
"I want to turn Veydith into a peaceful, war-free zone. A place where Betas and Omegas can live normally, safely, without fear..."
The Alpha King's grip on his glass tightened.
Then, he laughed—a deep, humorless chuckle.
"Foolish. Absolutely foolish." His voice was venomous, low and filled with disdain. "Betas and Omegas, living peacefully? Hah! Does he seek to start a rebellion? To use Veydith as the foundation for his own rule?"
His amusement faded as quickly as it came.
And then he saw it.
Deux.
Stepping into the interview.
Defending Champ.
The Alpha King's expression darkened.
"You're being far too obvious, Deux," he muttered, his voice laced with disappointment. "You're protecting him."
His eyes burned as he observed the interaction, his mind calculating every detail, every nuance.
Then, he exhaled deeply—his lips curling once more, but this time, into something far more sinister.
"But I cannot blame you."
His gaze dragged over Champ's image on the screen.
"Because this Alpha... is different. He looks actually mesmerising for such."
Leaning back into his chair, he crossed one leg over the other, eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement.
"It's not just protection, is it, Deux?" His voice was dripping with malice. "I see it now. You desire him. You want him."
His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of his chair.
"And if that's the case, then this so-called Champ must know exactly what he's doing." His sneer deepened. "He's seducing you, manipulating you like a blind fool. You, the future Alpha King, reduced to nothing but a puppet. How shameful."
A sharp crack echoed through the dimly lit room.
The glass in his hand had shattered.
Scarlet liquid seeped between his fingers, dripping down like blood.
Yet, the Alpha King's face remained eerily calm.
He lifted his gaze back to the screen, his eyes filled with something inhuman.
"If Deux refuses to see through this deception... if he allows himself to be led astray—then I will handle it myself."
With deliberate movements, he reached into his pocket, retrieving his phone.
The line rang once.
Then twice.
A deep voice answered. "Alpha King, to what do I owe this call?"
"I want you to arrange a victory party."
There was a brief pause. "A victory party? Have you won something, my King?"
"Not for me." The Alpha King smirked, his tone laced with malice. "For the Alpha who recently claimed victory in the competition."
"Ah... the new champion."
"Precisely. I want to honor him. To welcome him properly. Ensure his attendance."
"Understood. When would you like this event to take place?"
"As soon as possible. And don't him that I hosted this event. I want it to be a surprise."
"It will be done."
With that, the call ended.
Slowly, the Alpha King turned his gaze back to the screen—back to the Alpha who had somehow managed to disrupt the balance he had so carefully maintained.
His fingers brushed against the red-stained remains of his wine glass, his smirk turning into something more... dangerous.
"Deux won't be able to kill you, Champ." His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a weight that could crush a kingdom. "So I will do it myself. Right in front of him and everybody who dares to defy me."
The dimly lit room was silent save for the faint sound of the television. Shadows clung to every corner, stretching and twisting like sinister figures lurking in the dark.
And in the center of it all sat the Alpha King, his eyes glowing like a beast that had found its prey.
"You will not succeed, Champ. I will not allow someone like you to take what I have built."
His lips curled back, revealing the sharp glint of his fangs.
"I will find out everything about you... uncover your past, your weaknesses. I will ensure that everyone you love dies with you. And with this so-called victory party, this will be an invitation to your death."
His laughter was the only sound in the darkness—low, menacing, and deadly.
End of Chapter 21