Chapter 13 Chapter thirteen
The night was heavy with silence, the moon half-hidden behind torn clouds. The pack house slept, but Roger didn’t. He lingered in the shadows just beyond Sylvia’s quarters, his sharp eyes fixed on the slightly open door. He hadn’t meant to spy but at least, that’s what he told himself but lately he had grown suspicious of the tension between the Alpha Sylvia and Luna Ellie.
He has seen them in a very intimate position some days back and after that he had watched quietly, unseen, noticing the glances, the awkward silences, the way Sylvia’s voice softened when Ellie’s name came up. And when the soldiers return talking about how Sylvia was the only one that could enter the magic portal. He now know there bound between them.
He’d been loyal once, fiercely so, but power had a strange way of gnawing at loyalty until it crumbled. And now, as fate would have it, he was about to witness something that could change everything.
He saw Ellie, the way her face flushed, eyes wide, rushing out of Sylvia’s room like someone fleeing a crime. Her breathing was quick, uneven. She clutched her cloak to her chest and disappeared down the corridor, her scent a mix of fear and shame.
Roger froze. For a long, breathless moment, he simply stared at the door she had come from. Then Sylvia appeared, standing at the threshold, his shirt slightly undone, a shadow of frustration on his face. He muttered something under his breath before shutting the door hard enough to echo through the hallway.
That was all Roger needed.
He turned away slowly, heart pounding not from guilt, but from realization. What he had just seen could ignite a fire strong enough to consume the pack.
“Perfect,” he whispered to himself, a bitter smile curling his lips. “Absolutely perfect just all I need”
By dawn, Roger was on his horse, he has gone. He left behind no trace, no word to Claus, no message to the guards. Just silence.
He traveled through the forest for two days, moving by night, following secret routes only a Beta would know. His destination: a crumbling fortress at the border of the northern territories. There, the air reeked of smoke and rebellion. This was where the enemies of the Slytherin Pack gathered, the exiles, the bitter, the broken. Those who wanted Claus dethroned. Who wants the Slytherin pack destroy.
Roger was greeted with suspicion when he arrived. Wolves emerged from the mist, their yellow eyes glinting. “State your purpose,” one growled.
“I bring information,” Roger replied, his tone calm but loaded with meaning. “About Claus. And his Luna.”
That was enough to earn him an audience.
Inside the fortress, torches flickered along stone walls carved with old sigils. Around a large wooden table sat the leaders of the resistance, rogues and former allies turned traitors. At their center was Duke, a scarred warrior whose hatred for Claus was as deep as the scars across his face.
Roger bowed slightly before him. “You’ll want to hear this,” he said.
Darius leaned forward. “Then speak, Beta.”
Roger began slowly, weaving his words like threads of poison. “There’s trouble brewing in the Slytherin pack. The great Alpha Claus isn’t as in control as you might think. His twin, Sylvia has grown too close to the Luna. I saw it myself. Ellie came out of Sylvia’s chambers in the dead of night. The look on her face told me everything.”
The room went still.
“You’re saying Sylvia has betrayed his brother?” one of the rogues asked, almost disbelieving.
Roger gave a grim nod. “There’s no other explanation. there is a seed of doubt planted in Claus heart. Claus is suspicious of his twin closeness towards his mate. And for the Luna, he thinks she cheated on him”
Duke’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied grin. “Go on.”
Roger leaned closer. “There’s more. The Luna is with child.”
Murmurs rippled around the table.
“And,” Roger continued, lowering his voice, “it might not be Claus’s.”
That single sentence hit harder than a blade. The air thickened. Duke’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “You’re certain?”
“I saw her leaving Sylvia’s room,” Roger repeated. “Late at night. You can draw your own conclusions.”
Duke laughed, a low, dangerous sound. “Then the mighty Alpha’s bloodline is tainted. The great love story undone by betrayal. How poetic.”
Roger’s smirk deepened. “If word spreads, Claus will lose more than his Luna. He’ll lose his pack’s faith. The wolves will turn on him faster than any sword could.”
Duke rose from his chair, his excitement barely contained. “You’ve done well, Roger. This changes everything. We can use this. We’ll spread the rumor, let it fester inside his walls until it breaks him from within.”
Roger bowed again, his mind already spinning with the rewards to come.
“Power,” he thought. “At last.”
For the first time in his life, he wasn’t following an Alpha. He was making his own path, twisted and blood-stained as it was.