Chapter 35
King Frances hasn’t heard from his messenger who sent the letter to Alpha Anthony to come and see him at his kingdom and was supposed to return but never did. It was odd that one of his men came into this office and gave him a report. The report shows that The Silverstone Pack was attacked by rogues, lucky nobody was killed but something else did happen. The rogue came from the west side until the point, it shows like a setup from someone in the pack. Once again his messenger hadn't returned until his spy came into the office and went over to the King's side to whisper into his ear.
“The messenger that you sent to the Silverstone was killed by Noah and he burned the body but I don’t know if he got the letter that was for Anthony. King Frances there is something else Anthony has a mate and her name is Kathy however Anthony's father Alpha Samual has everything about Kathy. It’s seem that he has a plan to keep them apart,” said his spy
“I want you to use the private jet and bring him and his mate here to my kingdom,”
“Yes, my king”
After the men left, King Frances leaned back in his chair, his mind already racing as he began arranging for Anthony and Kathy to be brought safely to his kingdom. Shadows flickered across his thoughts—there was something deeply wrong in the Silverstone Pack. First the matter of his mate Queen Vanessa, now the sudden and violent fate of his loyal messenger. It was too much to be a mere coincidence.
He drummed his fingers on the polished wood, the echo a steady reminder of the secrets festering beneath Silverstone’s surface. King Frances was no stranger to deception and intrigue, but this—this felt different. The pack harbored secrets, dark and tangled, and he would see them unravel. One way or another, he vowed, the truth would come to light, and whoever orchestrated this chaos would answer to him. For now, he would act with quiet resolve, preparing his kingdom for the arrival of the two at the heart of the storm, every step a move in a dangerous game only just beginning.
While the men discussed their next moves in hushed tones across the hall, Sarah and Kathy moved quietly around the kitchen, hands immersed in warm, soapy water. The clatter of dishes became a gentle counterpoint to the tension that hung in the air. Sarah glanced sideways at Kathy, her voice low so as not to carry, “You heard what they said earlier? About Alpha Samuel’s DNA?”
Kathy nodded, carefully stacking plates. “They think it could help prove something, but I have no idea how they’ll get it without him catching on.”
Sarah wiped her hands on a towel, her thoughts swirling. “There are ways—a stray hair, a glass he’s used. But it would take finesse, and nerves.” Kathy offered a faint smile, grateful for Sarah’s steady presence. She turned, seeing the men deep in a quiet, urgent conversation, Anthony’s features tight with worry.
Kathy nearly asked Sarah about her own secret—about being a mermaid—wondering if now was the time to confide, but decided against it, folding the moment away. The women finished tidying up, the kitchen now spotless, and together they crossed to the men, who fell silent as they entered.
Anthony reached for Kathy’s hand, Miles gently guiding Sarah as they moved toward the back room. Inside, the air was cool, the office neatly arranged except for the absence of windows. Anthony flicked on the light, illuminating shelves of books and vibrant paintings. Miles closed the door securely, and the women settled into chairs.
Without a word, Anthony went to his desk, rummaging for something before moving to the bookcase. He pulled out a particular book, revealing a hidden television behind it. The group exchanged glances—this was not the first time Anthony’s resourcefulness had surprised them.
He set up a small camera, connecting it to the screen. The footage began to play: Noah, clear as day, handing drinks to the guards. It was only a matter of minutes before the men crumpled to the ground and chaos unfurled as rogues crossed into Silverstone territory. The silence in the room grew heavier, every eye fixed on the evidence now flickering before them, the pieces of their dangerous puzzle slowly falling into place.
“This is showing that Noah’s got something to do with the rogue attack, right?” said Kathy
“Yes, it’s him on the camera, however it’s not enough evidence to go on plus the councilman will fight this saying that Noah just gives the guards the drink but didn’t know it was already drugged.
“How can we prove that it was him?” asked Sarah
“Noah has to confess for the crime,”
Anthony nodded, frustrated knitting his brow. “We can’t set a camera in the bedroom because that will be invaded privacy and that will get thrown out of court,” he agreed, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders.
Miles leaned against the bookcase, considering. “Then we need another way—something indisputable, but obtained legally. Maybe we can catch Noah in a public space, somewhere he’d let his guard down. Or find someone willing to testify, someone the council trusts.”
Sarah tapped her chin thoughtfully. “What about gathering evidence from the drinks themselves? If we can get a sample, prove they were tainted before Noah passed them out, it could make the case stronger.”
Kathy glanced at Anthony, worry in her eyes. “But who would help us? Most of the pack is loyal to Noah, or too scared to go against him.”
Anthony looked around the small office, determination slowly rising. “Every secret leaves a trace. We just have to be clever enough to find it. For now, we’ll keep watch, collect what we can, and protect each other. If Noah’s guilty, we’ll find a way to expose it—the right way.”
He flicked off the screen, the room falling into a determined silence as the wheels began to turn for their next move in the shadowy game unraveling within Silverstone.