Chapter 177 The coup
Chapter 177: the coup
Millen pov
I descended the spiral staircase to my innermost chamber, where my true allies waited. It was a secret underground room that was carved from solid mountain rock, lit by blue flames that never burnt dry. Twenty alphas sat around the obsidian table, and more than half wore the ceremonial robes of Council Elders.
"Your Majesty," Elder Blackwood rose as I entered, and the others followed suit in deep respect. The deference in his voice was new, born from fear rather than respect. Good.
"Sit," I commanded, taking my place at the head of the table. "Report."
"The unrighteous packs have formed an alliance," Elder Chen said, though he wasn't related to the Pacific Pack alpha of the same name. "Led by the mafia king, Damon"
"As expected." I had counted on Damon's need to protect driving him to unite the outcasts. It made them easier to destroy all at once. So predictable.
"Our forces are ready," General Reeves said. He was one of the few Council military leaders to survive the war with Damon's beast. His left arm still didn't work properly, and his face bore claw marks that would never heal. "One word from you, and we strike."
"The Council's remaining forces are yours to command," Elder Blackwood added, though his jaw clenched as he said it.
I stood slowly, letting out my power that made these old worn out bones submit to a child like me, the power of a true alpha.
Suddenly the room felt hot. And suffocating. My aura traveled throughout the room so fast m. Catching the off guard. Several of the weaker alphas whimpered as my dominance pressed against their minds. This was what it meant to be a true alpha and I could command any wolf, regardless of pack bonds. Their wolves recognized me as supreme, even if their human minds resisted. Like they were trying to do now,
But all efforts and dignity was futile in front of absolute power
"Gentlemen," I began calmly, walking around the table like a predator circling prey. "You speak as if you have a choice in this matter. As if the Council still exists as anything more than my puppet."
"We agreed to an alliance," Elder Hendricks protested, rising from his seat. "Not servitude."
I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Did you?"
“Kira, what's the meaning of this, are you trying to go against our agreement?” Elder Blackwood had a small frown on his face but I could also spot other things he tried to hide so well.
Weariness, shock, and fear.
“You know what ElderBlackwood? There is something that was not mentioned in the agreement?”
“What”
“you failed to realize that there was never an agreement, nor would there be any other power other than the queen!”
“How dare y…”
The sword moved fast, for a moment I was caught off guard at my own orchestrated plan. Elder Blackwood stood without a head, the perpetrator no other person but my one and only man, Aldrid.
All he'll was let loose.
With a single gesture, my soldiers flooded the room. They moved like water through cracks in the stone, appearing from hidden passages I had built into the mountain long ago. Within seconds, every Council member had a blade at their throat or a gun to their head. My soldiers were not ordinary wolves and they were experiments from decades of breeding programs, enhanced with abilities the Council had deemed abomination.
"What is the meaning of this?" Elder Chen demanded, though he stayed very still with a sword pressed against his neck.
"The meaning?" I laughed, and the sound echoed off stone walls. "This is a coup, Elder. Though coup implies you had power to steal. You all have been walking corpses since the war with the beast weakened you."
"You can't do this," Elder Chen sputtered. "The packs won't follow you. The traditions and ancient laws forbid this."
"The packs already follow me," I informed him. "Every northern pack has sworn fealty. The eastern territories are mine through marriage alliances. The west fell last month, though you were too busy licking your wounds to notice."
I moved back to sit on my seat like it was a golden throne.savouring the looks of dread and horror on the faces of these powerful men. "Your era is over. The time of Councils and Elders and ancient traditions died when you became too weak to enforce them."
"You are making a mistake," General Reeves said carefully. "The council is the only power that can help you take the mafia king down. The southern pack will never yield to do. Damon won't …"
"Damon will be dead within the month," I said casually, examining my nails. "My brother will see to that."
"Your brother?" Elder Chens eyes widened. "The omega?"
"My brother, the Moonblessed," I corrected. "Currently sharing Damon's bed, carrying his trust, and wearing his mark. When the time comes, Milo will choose between love and survival, family and strangers.And I have made certain he'll choose correctly."
"You have become power hungry, Kira!!," Elder Hendricks screamed at my face.
"I'm pragmatic." I stood again, and my power crashed through the room like an avalanche. Several alphas fell to their knees. "You created this world of rigid rules and brutal hierarchies. You decided omegas were worthless, that bitten wolves were impure, that power should be inherited rather than earned. You created me."
I nodded to my soldiers. "Kill them all."
The executions were swift and surprisingly quiet. My soldiers were efficient, and the Council members were under my aura throughout to put up a decent fight. Elder Chen tried to shift, but my power held him in human form as the blade found his heart. General Reeves attempted to fight, but his damaged arm made him slow. One by one, the old guards fell.
When it was done, the chamber floor ran red with blood, and the blue flames flickered as if feeding on the death. I stepped carefully around the bodies, my white dress pristine despite the carnage.
"Clean this up," I ordered my captain. "Send their heads to their packs as a warning that they will be next if they don't submit. Their era is over. Mine has begun."
As my soldiers worked, my messenger approached and one of my successful experiments who could communicate across vast distances without technology.
"Your Majesty," she said, clutching the amulet at her throat. "Should I send the reminder?"
I took the amulet from her, feeling its warmth pulse with connection to its twin, which Milo wore without knowing its true purpose. Through it, I could send suggestions, reinforce the mental chains I had wrapped around his mind during those weeks in the mountain.
"Brother," I whispered into the amulet. "Remember your purpose. Remember what you really are."