Chapter 130: Castle
Standing before the imposing castle of the Alpha King, the structure was a testament to power and authority, its towering spires reaching for the heavens, he marvelled.
The allure of power and recognition tugged at him, whispering promises of grandeur that Lucas seemed to overlook.
Approaching the guards at the entrance,he introduced himself confidently, "I am Dorian. I need to see the Alpha King."
One of the guards, clearly unimpressed, retorted, "And I need a comfortable throne to sit on all day. Doesn’t mean it’s going to happen."
Undeterred, Dorian leaned in slightly, "Tell him I am Alpha Lucas Raventhorn’s Beta, and I have information about the Daughter of the Moon."
The mention of the Daughter of the Moon visibly startled the guard. He straightened up, his demeanor shifting from dismissive to alert. Turning to his fellow guards, he instructed, "Summon Alaric immediately."
As Dorian waited, he couldn’t help but reflect on his journey. He had wanted Lucas to become just like King Herod but he allowed a meaningless, inconsequential slut to derail his quest. The fool had turned himself to a pussy.
A few minutes later, Dorian found himself being escorted through a long, dark hallway. The guards flanked him on both sides. The air grew thicker as they neared the end of the hall. The moment the heavy doors creaked open, the rich scent of burning herbs, incense, and blood slammed into Dorian’s nostrils.
Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Dorian took one cautious step in, not missing the skulls and bones arranged too artistically to be anything less than intentional.
Alaric was bent over a bowl, grinding with a stone pestle. He didn’t even bother to look up.
"So... you’re Alpha Lucas’s Beta," Alaric said. "Here to stab him in the back?"