Chapter 44 ALPHA AUTHORITY
RAGNAR'S POV
Lance is looking pleased with himself as if he's already achieved his goal.
“Our dear Alpha of Alphas has been entertaining a certain ‘omega’ this past week.”
“And why should I give a flying fuck as to who's choking on Ragnar's dick?” Draven interjects.
“Well you should be interested,” Lance sniffs. “When our dearest Alpha who's been in mourning for years is now paying attention to an Omega and even causing Rogue to commit mass suicide in his borders because he's so enamored with him.”
Yurik explodes inside me as my vision turns red.
Sebastian’s name is a blade in Lance’s mouth and he’s twisting it and enjoying the suspense.
Thorne chuckles darkly at me. “An Omega Ragnay? After all these years of playing the grieving widower now you're neglecting your pack's welfare for an Omega? Damn that’s rich.”
“It makes a wolf wonder if the moon’s blessing has gone to your head or lower.” Mira snides.
Draven pounds a fist into his palm harshly. “Well if even the Alpha of Alphas is too busy rutting with some pretty boy to secure his borders, maybe it’s time we actually rethink who gets to hold the title. My pack, Ironfang, has bled enough under your so-called unity and assigning us to the shittiest regions while MoonCrest is enjoying.”
Kael steps forward with an annoyed but steady voice.
“Lance, that is enough! You’re new to this circle so act like it. Or do you want your first meeting to be about you challenging Ragnar?”
Thorne and Mira snickers mockingly. Even with all their grievances against me, they all wouldn't dare to challenge me.
Even without the moon's blessing I was easily able to beat and suppress all of them and now the moon's blessing only made me stronger.
“Besides,” Kael continued. “This meeting is only for discussions and for alliances, not airing out dirty laundry. Ragnar’s personal matters are his own provided his pack had no one challenging his methods.”
Oh bless you Kael.
Mira cuts in her sharp almost piercing voice.
“Kael’s right once again unfortunately. I didn’t drag myself all the way here to gossip about Ragnar’s supposed bed warmer. That’s mentally gross and none of my business. The only reason this meeting was called was because of alliances, Rogues and our pack borders. Stick to that Lance or crawl back to your shadows.”
Lance inclines his head and nods, feigning deference and obedience but his eyes gleam with triumph.
He’s successfully planted the seed.
They may all speak up for me and shut him down but they're all mentally keeping track of what he said.
Draven and Thorne especially.
Sebastian has now been made public to everyone and anyone I consider an enemy.
The bastard also made sure to poke at their anger by focusing on the Alpha of Alphas title and their inability to get it, especially Draven and Thorne with his hunger for battle.
“Of course Alpha Mira you're correct,” Lance says softly.
“But can we truly discuss unity between all of us when the Alpha of Alphas himself is at risk? Alpha Ragnar holds the moon’s blessing. The one and only goddess granted powers that amplifies his strength, speed and power and makes him supreme. And this makes him practically invisible but if his heart is tangled with an Omega, that blinds him and weakens him. We need a leader without… certain liabilities.”
Draven roars in agreement even when he clearly doesn't give a damn. “He’s right! That Omega’s a weakness for you Ragnar. Your enemies could snatch him to break you. Step down Ragnar or prove you’re still worthy of the title!”
Thorne’s grin is all teeth with his fangs bared. “The moon’s blessing is a crutch anyway. Strip it away Ragnar and let us all see the real strength. You've ruled for far long enough, it's time for fresh blood.”
My only enemies are the ones I'm looking at right now all around me.
Kael growls. “How dare you challenge and try to undermine the Alpha of Alphas here on sacred ground? That’s madness even from both of you.”
Mira laughs bitterly in support. “Madness or not this stupid pup, Lance started it. Ragnar, are you going to let these stubborn idiots question your title? The moon blessing makes you untouchable than any of us but if you’re going to be quiet and weak in the head then maybe they’re right.”
I silence them with a roar that shakes the torches and causes all of them to fall on the ground with loud grunts.
Yurik adds to my roar with his power and authority amplifying our shout into something primal.
The sound rolls across the entire clearing like thunder and I can smell all of their fear.
Draven and Thorne especially are coughing and spitting out blood because I focus most of it on them and Lance.
“You all dare question my title?” My voice is like ice over steel for them.
“The moon’s blessing chose me fair and square during the challenges from you all years ago. And if you remember, you all lost. I didn't get it from petty scheming and blackmails. I’ve united all your packs against threats that would have devoured you if you were on your own. And Lance…” I turned to him fully, his red eyes opened in shock.
“You slither in here from your wretched hole to dare lecture me on weakness? If this is your so called vengeance you swore years ago, then it is truly pathetic. You are still clearly bitter. I chose my mate over you.”
Lance’s smile falters and shakes for a heartbeat and I see it then.
His red eyes are flashing raw with hatred before he blinks and it disappears.
“Bitter? No, Alpha Ragnar, I'm only concerned. The moon blessing elevates you and makes you stronger but your heart’s getting too close to someone that's not your mate and is a weak defenseless Omega.” He coughs out blood and continues.
“We need a leader without liabilities.”