Chapter 121 — Truth Behind the Silence
Power is never handed over. It is taken. That was the thought echoing in my head as I sat alone in my room, the lights dim, the silence heavy enough to choke on.
The Thorne mansion slept around me, unaware of the storm quietly gathering within its walls.
Edward thinks everything is under control. Elara thinks she is safe with Edward.
They are all wrong.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had gone wrong and everything I planned to make right.
My father was dead. Burned alive in his own mansion. And no one had paid for it. Yet.
And as for Edward, he is not worthy nor capable of ruling our pack. I'll do a better job. I'll rule the pack to glory. And as for Elara, she'll be mine. I want everything Edward has. With Elara by my side, with her powers, I'll be unstoppable.
But first, I've to start somewhere. Someone wanted me dead that night.
I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the armrest. That night still haunted me–the smell of smoke, the screams that never left my head, the way the world shifted forever in a single explosion. They called it an accident. A gas leak. A tragic coincidence.
I knew better.
Someone wanted my father gone too.
And whoever did it is still roaming about, alive and free.
But not for long. I already knew where to start.
Damien was too careful. He knows what I'm capable of doing. He would never admit to anything, even under pressure.
But Vivian? Vivian was different. She will definitely crack easily.
Fear would make her talk.
I picked up my phone, staring at the screen for a long moment before hiding my number. My thumb hovered over the call button as a slow smile spread across my face.
Let’s see how smart you really are, Vivian.
The call connected.
It rang once.Twice.
Then...
“Hello?” Her voice was sharp, tense. Alert.
Good. She was already scared.
I lowered my voice, roughening it, letting menace seep into every word.
“Where is the money?” I demanded coldly. “Your time is running out. Do you think I’m playing with you?”
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end.
“What?” she snapped. “Who is this?”
I let out a low chuckle. “You don’t recognize my voice anymore?”
Her silence told me everything.
I pressed on, my tone darker, heavier. “Alright. Since you suddenly forgot who I am, maybe I should remind you. By tonight, when the truth comes out… let’s see if you still pretend not to remember me.”
“No–wait!” she cried, panic flooding her voice. “Please–stop. Stop!”
I sat forward now, my heart beating steadily. This was it.
“Don’t tell Edward,” she begged desperately. “Please. Don’t tell him I sent you to attack the mansion. I’ll get the money ready. I swear. Just give me a little more time.”
There it was.
The truth, spilling out so easily.
I closed my eyes slowly, anger burning deep in my chest.
So it was you. Vivian.
“I’ll be waiting,” I said coldly and ended the call.
I stared at my phone, my hands steady despite the rage surging inside me.
She sent the rogues.
She ordered the attack on the Thorne mansion.
And if she was capable of that, then what else had she done?
My father’s mansion exploded under mysterious circumstances. Damien had been there that night. Vivian called Damien talking about being blackmailed and suddenly she stopped getting the threats after the night of the explosion at my mansion.
There is definitely a connection in these attacks. The pieces were finally aligning.
I stood up, pacing the room slowly, my thoughts sharp and focused now.
They thought they were clever. They thought they erased their tracks. Damien underestimated me.
I wouldn’t confront him yet. No. That would be emotional and foolish… I needed leverage.
Something solid. Someone vulnerable.
I stopped walking and picked up my phone again, dialing the number of my closest Beta.
He answered almost immediately. “Alpha Jasper.”
“I need you to do something for me,” I said calmly. “Find Vivian’s father. I want to know where he is right now.”
There was no hesitation. “Understood Sir.”
“Call me the moment you find him,” I added. “And take pictures. Clear ones.”
The line went dead.
I exhaled slowly, glancing at the clock. Time moved differently when you were planning destruction. Every second felt heavier, slower and meaningful.
Hours passed. I noticed every single second.
Then my phone rang.
“I have found him,” my Beta said. “He’s at a restaurant. Private business meeting. Looks important.”
“Send me the pictures,” I replied.
A moment later, my phone buzzed.
I looked down at the screen.
Vivian’s father sat comfortably at a table, dressed in expensive clothes, smiling like a man who had never known fear.
For now. A cold smile touched my lips. Perfect.
I hid my number again and dialed Vivian.
She answered immediately this time, her voice shaky. “I–I told you I’m getting the money. Please…”
“Open your door,” I said quietly.
There was a pause.
“What?” she asked, confused. “Why would I–how do you even know I’m in my room?”
I was already walking down the hallway, my steps slow and deliberate, phone pressed to my ear.
“Don’t waste my time,” I said flatly. “Open the door. Now.”
“You’re scaring me,” she whispered. “Who are you? How do you know where I…”
“Open. The. Door.”
I stopped right outside her room. Silence stretched between us. Then I heard movement.
Footsteps. The door handle turned. The door opened. And her eyes met mine. The color drained from her face instantly.
Her phone slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor as her mouth fell open in pure shock.
“Yo–You…” she whispered, her voice barely made sound.
I lowered my phone, meeting her gaze, my expression calm, controlled–deadly.
“Hello, Vivian,” I said softly.
And in that moment, I knew the game had truly begun.