Chapter 140 When The Gods Stops Answering.
Chapter 138.
Vexhood's POV
The past couple of days to a week had been unreal to me.
Even calling it shocking was not enough.
I sat alone in the room. The light from the lamp stand illuminates the room. It's reflection danced across the wall, but it brought me no warmth.
My mind was heavy. Too many things had gone wrong. Up till now too many things had not made sense to me.
Still, I had been very careful about Alpha Thomas' death. I had also applied wisdom and was clever in covering everything up.
From my part, I had applied wisdom and was very covert with everything. The death of alpha Thomas , that uncircumcised fool. Had been covered up.
I had ordered my servants to take his body at night. Where there would be noise. No light. They should go and dispose his remains deep in the valley behind my house.
Where the earth would swallow him like he never existed.
That is how it is supposed to be, especially when you have wolves who are supposed to be miles away from one's table.
You sense something strange. Something that wants to challenge your throne.something that had the guys to bury you.
A couple of elders have visited. I have warned them not to spread the news outside.
I have put so much fear into their minds. No one should divulge my health status. That would be their end. I had put so much fear into them that I will make sure I visit them while they sleep and cut them off from the surface of the earth.
They nodded, fear gripped their souls. Heat gathered between some of their legs.
But that wasn't the ideal question. The ideal question was how did my totem get alpha Thomas' hand.
My totem?
Something wasn't adding up. That strange spirit that attacked me doesn't look like alpha Thomas.
She looked… She looked like a she-wolf, her face glittering. Her body sparkling like the morning star. The greenish glow emanating from every part of her body was not from here. Something I have never come across. Something divine.
Like that of the moon goddess. Asheteroth.
My breath spiked. Intense disturbances filled my soul. This is something
I limped around my room with my bandaged left leg and my other body was supported by the staff.
The scars were still obvious on my body. The bruises which had not completely healed perched itself to my skin like leprosy.
Sometimes pains surged through my backbone like a hot knife through butter. Though the intensity had greatly reduced recently.
For a couple of days it had been horrible. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't lift any part of my body … I could not pay homage and served the gods.
A huge thought cruised through me. The agenda of ruling stormfang pack through my son, Ryder, how it had failed woefully.
How I had struck the pack and making, every pack member think it was through from the gods.
How I had influenced the gods to strike the pack too.
But still nothing happens. That pup that alpha Jax still working majestically and ruling the pack regardless.
Everyday I sent someone to check on him. They will always come back with bad news that he is fit as fiddle.
Those news wrenched my heart into two. It didn't take me this long before strike his father.
He saw death on his sick bed for years before instructed death to eventually take him away.
But someone is acting as a backbone or shield to this stubborn pup who refused to leave the throne for my son.
I guessed how Ryder would be feeling now. That I had failed him. That I turned my back against him over his ambition to become king.
What about the elders? they would have been having doubt that I have lost my fang as the once feared alpha Vexhood that speaks and everywhere vibrates. The pieces that hold every part of this town together.
The very living among the dead. That can decide to not have lunch in the day and decide to meet with the gods to break bread with them in the night.
Every of my plans to upstage alpha Jax had failed completely. Rosa had been renegade to the mission too lately . The strange omega who works in the palace and had been averting all the strike on stormfang pack and alpha Jax which I instructed Rosa herself to bring had not showed up.
The word felt distasteful in my mouth, like a chest burn in my heart.
I need to find a soluti
on to this menace. If I don't now. The results would be catastrophic.
A name suddenly came to mind: GRANDOVA.