Chapter 3 Possession

King Mavros’ Point of View

Two hours ago…

“King Mavros, the Grand Wolf Gala is about to begin. All major packs have arrived,” Beta Lief said seriously as he stood in front of my desk.

“And?” I asked without looking at him, continuing to read and sign the important documents laid out before me.

Beta Lief cleared his throat. “You are expected to attend, King,” he replied.

I raised a brow at his words. “Expected but not required, Beta. You may leave now. I don’t want to attend such a pain-in-the-ass event.”

“But the Bloodfang Pack is present tonight, King…” he added, which made my hand pause mid-motion. I slowly leaned back on my swivel chair.

So they finally showed themselves after seven years, huh?

“How bold of them…” I whispered, then downed the rum in my rock glass. “Prepare my car,” I ordered as I stood up.

“Yes, King,” he replied before leaving my office.

“If the Bloodfang Pack is present, I want to see them myself… and watch them bow their heads before me,” I murmured under my breath.

After grabbing my important belongings, I left the Obsidian Fang Fortress and got into the black Lamborghini Veneno Roadster waiting for me in the parking lot.

Beta Lief immediately handed me the keys and opened the door for me.

The engine roared the moment I pressed the ignition. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

The moment the garage door opened, the night air rushed in as I hit the accelerator.

In less than three seconds, the car sped past 100 km/h, and the acceleration pinned me back into the seat as the city of Miami, Florida blurred into streaks of neon.

I exhaled slowly as the fortress disappeared behind me, the roar of the engine filling the silence in my mind.

“You’re in a foul mood,” Graveon, my lycan, suddenly spoke inside me.

“You don’t have to state the obvious, Graveon,” I replied through our mind-link.

“Don’t tell me you’re going there for revenge,” his tone shifted abruptly, as if he disliked the idea.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened and my jaw clenched. “No. I’m just going to observe. This is only between the Obsidian Fang Pack and the Bloodfang Pack. As much as possible, I don’t want anyone else involved.”

“Good. Because if you start a fight, I won’t help you.”

After that, he cut off our connection himself.

I pressed harder on the accelerator until I finally arrived at the Obsidian Fang Hall, where the Grand Wolf Gala was being held. Not long after, Beta Lief arrived with other lycans.

We entered through the back to avoid drawing too much attention. Beta Lief was about to turn right when he suddenly stopped after seeing me head toward the left hallway.

“King, the main hall is this way,” he informed me, as if I didn’t know my own territory.

“I know. Go ahead. Handle things if anyone looks for me. I’m just going somewhere more comfortable,” I said flatly as I continued walking down the hallway leading to the garden.

Less people. Less noise.

The garden that greeted me wasn’t too crowded. I walked straight toward the darker part, where a large tree stood—one I never had removed. I lit a cigarette, then climbed up and sat on one of its thick branches.

I closed my eyes while tilting my head up, exhaling thick smoke from my cigarette. When I opened my eyes again, the full moon came into view.

My eyes turned neon blue. Suddenly, her face flashed into my mind like an illusion.

“You hated these kinds of gatherings, right? But you would still drag me inside because you knew it was my duty…” I took another drag from my cigarette and exhaled the smoke again. “Stupid woman. You died because you were too kind…”

I was about to sleep until the event ended, but just as I closed my eyes, commotion from below caught my attention.

I didn’t plan to pay it any mind, but when I saw Alpha Donald Hanger, I immediately changed my mind.

“Unfortunately, you’re still alive, huh?” I whispered to myself.

I recognized the woman beside him. That’s Sabrina Carter of the Bloodmist Pack. Rumors say the two of them are fated mates. That seems very unlikely for Donald Hanger, considering he has a habit of getting involved with women who aren’t even his mate. Maybe it’s already a sickness of his.

Boring.

My interest in them immediately faded when Sabrina suddenly splashed wine onto the omega’s face standing in front of them.

Tsk. So predictable. Same humiliation, different faces. I bet that omega will end up kneeling and begging for forgiveness. She might even end up kissing their shoes, knowing how these situations usually g—

“You know what? You’re right. That was dirty,” the omega said and, without hesitation, she splashed the wine from the tray back onto Sabrina’s face. “Good thing I know how to clean things properly,” she added.

A series of noises erupted around the area. Even the guests from inside stepped out to see what was happening.

I smirked. Hmm. This woman is interesting. I take back what I said. This might actually entertain me tonight.

Alpha Donald Hanger’s aura shifted immediately because of the incident, and then he suddenly declared a rejection in front of everyone, making me raise a brow.

Still the same, huh. He still hasn’t changed. How many mates has he rejected already just to choose those who aren’t even his? Pathetic.

I thought the entertainment would end there after the rejection.

But I was wrong.

Instead of screaming, begging, or collapsing on the floor like most she-wolves usually do, she simply accepted it without hesitation. She even looked relieved, as if she was glad to be rejected by her mate—which was unusual.

“Who is this Omega?” I asked myself.

“I can feel something terrifying inside her, Mavros,” Graveon suddenly spoke inside me.

“Terrifying?” I repeated.

“I don’t know. I can’t explain it, but she isn’t ordinary. You have to claim her,” Graveon said seriously, making me frown.

“Why the fuck would I do that? I don’t need another headache,” I snapped back.

“Just listen. You might as well make her your entertainment,” he insisted.

When I looked back down, Alpha Donald Hanger had already fully rejected the Omega from his pack.

I took that moment to interfere. I climbed down from the tree and walked toward them. No one even noticed me because all their attention was on the commotion.

“I don’t car—”

“Enough,” I interrupted, my voice cutting through the silence of the garden.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Omega turn toward me.

“Alpha Hanger, you really haven’t changed…” I said, shaking my head slightly in disbelief.

His expression shifted immediately, as if he couldn’t believe I was here.

“King Mavr—”

“Your pack’s affairs are your own. However, such public displays of disrespect are not acceptable,” I cut him off.

Alpha Donald clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry, King. I will make sure she is punished,” he said, shooting a harsh glare at the Omega.

“This woman is no longer under your authority, so how will you do that?” I asked. “You rejected her, and she accepted it. The bond is broken. She is now under Lycan jurisdiction.” I turned my gaze to her. “You, Omega, step forward,” I ordered.

But instead of obeying, she didn’t move at all—just stared at me as if she wasn’t afraid of whatever punishment might come.

Hmm, this is really interesting. I might consider what Graveon said.

I smirked. “From this moment, she is under my protection. No pack may claim, reject, or dispose of her again without my judgment. She is now mine,” I declared.

“Mine?” she echoed, finally looking at me properly. “That’s a bold statement for someone who didn’t even ask for my name.”

I tilted my head slightly at her words. So she still had a tongue after everything.

“I don’t need your name to decide jurisdiction,” I said coldly.

She scoffed. “So you just collect people now, Mr. Lycan King? What’s next—stray dogs and broken furniture?”

She knew who I was, yet there wasn’t even a trace of fear in her eyes.

“Watch your mouth, Coriander!” Sabrina snapped.

But I raised my hand slightly, stopping her without even looking at her.

My eyes stayed on her. “You don’t understand your situation,” I said calmly. “You are no longer protected by your pack.”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “I wasn’t protected even when I was in it.”

That answer made something in me pause. Graveon stirred again inside me.

“She’s not lying,” Graveon said.

I took a slow breath, then stepped closer. I scanned her from head to toe before gripping her arm firmly and pulling her away from the crowd.

When my fingers closed around her arm, I expected her to tremble. Instead, her skin was burning—not with fear, but with a defiance that matched the fire in her eyes. Up close, she looked even less like an Omega and more like a storm waiting to break.

“Hey—where are you taking me?!” she shouted.

“Just shut up and come with me,” I said flatly as I led her out of the Obsidian Fang Hall toward the garage where my car was parked.

For the first time in years, I found something that was worth my precious time.