Chapter 199 prophecy revealed
Chapter 199: The Prophecy Revealed
Milo pov
A sharp knock on my door made me jump. Before I could respond, the door burst open and Aldrich strode in, Daphne's rumoured dead husband, who was working for the millen, even becoming her right hand man. His face was hard and expressionless as stone.
"Get up," he ordered coldly. "The Queen summons you to the Council chambers. Now."
My heart raced with fear. "It is the middle of the night."
"I do not care what time it is." He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbing my arm roughly and hauled me to my feet. "Move."
I stumbled forward, my body still aching from the day's labor and my eyes swollen from crying myself to sleep. Aldrich's grip on my arm was bruising as he dragged me through the dark corridors. My bare feet slapped against the cold stone floors, and I shivered in my thin servant's dress.
"Please," I whispered. "What is this about?"
He did not answer. His silence was somehow more terrifying than the uncertainty that was curling under my belly.
The Council chambers loomed ahead like a construct. I still couldn't believe how drastically my pack has changed. massive oak doors carved with ancient symbols of the queen. Aldrich pushed them open without ceremony and shoved me inside so hard I nearly fell to my knees.
The room was lit by dozens of candles, their flickering light casting dancing shadows on the walls. My parents stood on either side of the room like silent sentinels, their faces cold and unreadable. My mother would not even look at me. My father's expression was carved from stone, like always, pretending that I didn't exist
And in the center of it all stood Millen, dressed in ceremonial robes of deep crimson. Before her on a massive table lay ancient scrolls, their edges yellowed with age, covered in writing I could barely read in the dim light.
"Close the doors," Millen commanded without looking at me.
Aldrich obeyed, and the heavy doors slammed shut with a finality that made my stomach drop.
I immediately felt trapped.
"Come closer, little brother." Millen's voice was soft, almost gentle, which frightened me more than her anger ever could. "There is something you need to see."
I approached slowly, every instinct screaming at me to run. But where would I go? The pack was full of her loyal warriors that wouldn't think twice before pouncing at me. I was surrounded by enemies.
When I reached the table, I saw the scrolls more clearly. They were ancient, far older than anything I had ever seen in our family archives. Even older than Daphne's old books.
The writing was in Old Tongue, the language of the goddess that can only be translated by the scribes. An extinct clan of werewolves, who are gifted by the goddess to interpret her words.
Where did Millen find a scribe?
"Do you know what these are?" Millen asked, breaking my thoughts. She ran her fingers reverently over one of the scrolls.
I shook my head, not trusting my voice.
"These are the original prophecies. The words spoken by the Moon Goddess herself to our first ancestors." She looked at me then, and her eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "I have spent years studying them, trying to understand my destiny. And for so long, I believed I knew what they meant."
She unrolled one of the scrolls carefully, revealing intricate script and symbols drawn in what looked like blood. "The prophecy speaks of two pure-blooded true alphas who will clash for dominion over the supernatural world. Only one will rise to rule all creatures of the night. I always believed it meant me and Damon."
My breath caught. "Damon?"
"The strongest Alpha of our generation. The only one who could challenge my claim to ultimate power." Millen's jaw tightened. "But then you ran to him. You mated with him. And something changed."
She circled the table slowly, her robes whispering against the stone floor. "I could not understand it at first. Your scent shifted. Your essence altered. I felt it the moment you returned, but I could not identify what it meant."
She stopped directly across from me, placing both hands flat on the table. "So I consulted the prophetess. The seer who has guided our family for three generations. And do you know what she told me?"
Terror gripped my throat. I could not speak, could not move.
"She told me the prophecy never meant Damon at all."
Relief flooded through my entire body at first. Damon was safe, at least.
Millen's voice dropped to barely a whisper. "It meant you, Milo. You are the Alpha I am destined to clash with. Not Damon who is a true alpha.”
“It is You!!"
My blood ran cold.
"What!! That is impossible," I choked out.
"I am nothing. I am weak. I am just an omega…"