Chapter 7 Do You Want Me Dead?!

Luisa, who had been hiding behind the dense forest bushes, had initially thought that the wolves who came were Rogues, or enemies targeting her, whether to capture or possibly kill her. But now, her focus of fear suddenly shifted. Instead of worrying about her own safety, she was actually worried about Elyndor, whom she had left alone in the hut while he was still sound asleep.

What if something happened to that man?

Luisa knew very well that Elyndor's physical condition was still very fragile and not fully recovered. What if the wolves she suspected were a cruel Rogue group instead hurt or even eliminated Elyndor? Regret suddenly struck her chest. She should have been reckless and taken that man with her, instead of running away and leaving him without protection.

Luisa massaged her forehead, which felt dizzy. She was confused about what to do. Logic kept screaming that she should not care about the fate of that stranger. Elyndor's existence had nothing to do with her life. But... her heart refused to not care. There was a restlessness that kept haunting her heart.

Because of this anxiety, Luisa finally cast aside all her fears. She decided to muster the courage to return to the hut, intending to see Elyndor's condition with her own eyes.

However, Luisa's footsteps immediately froze as she emerged from the edge of the forest vegetation. Her eyes widened completely, capturing a horrific scene before her. There was no longer the wooden hut that she had used as shelter for all these years. The only place she had called home was now burned to ashes, leveled to the ground, leaving only a pile of black ash and thin smoke rising into the sky. Everything was gone without a trace.

"No... impossible!" Luisa shook her head, tears streaming down instantly.

Her knees suddenly went weak, barely able to support her own body weight. Her body collapsed onto the ground mixed with leaves and dry twigs. Her home, her medicines, and the man she had saved... all of it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Why? Why is all of this happening to me? What did I do in my past life to deserve all of this?" Luisa sobbed. She felt that the fate she had received was very unfair.

Bloodline Pack.

At the mansion, at the far end of the room, Lord Blackley appeared to be leaning back arrogantly, occupying the chair that belonged to Elyndor, which his brother usually sat in. The magnificent chair, with its backrest carved with the head of a male wolf covered in animal hide and fur, was a place he had coveted in silence for decades.

Now, Blackley no longer hid his greed. He sat surrounded by several sexy women, one of whom sat coquettishly on his lap, while others stood obediently at the sides of the chair, massaging his shoulders and feeding him fresh grapes with seductive movements.

Blackley chewed the fruit in his mouth before smirking cynically. "Foolish Elyndor. For decades leading our pack, he had no idea how to properly enjoy the luxury from atop this chair," he said condescendingly, followed by a dismissive laugh that escaped his lips.

He straightened his sitting position, stroking the arm of the carved wooden chair with a look of longing and satisfaction.

"Starting today, this chair will be completely mine... Big Brother," Blackley said loudly. The next moment, his laughter exploded thunderously into the air, filling the ceiling of the mansion's hall as if he had officially become the absolute ruler of the Bloodline Pack.

A soldier ran in hurriedly, his breath panicked as he approached Blackley in front of the throne. "Lord Blackley…."

"Alpha Blackley! Call me Alpha, you bastard!" Blackley shouted, snapping because he was upset that his newly undeclared status had been interrupted.

"B-but, the true Alpha has returned, Lord Blackley!" the soldier stammered.

Blackley immediately stopped his hand movement as he was about to take a grape. "What are you talking about, you fool?! Are you trying to mock and challenge me?!"

"No, Lord! I am only telling the truth. Alpha Elyndor... he has returned and is currently walking toward here!" the man said, his entire body trembling violently.

Instead of being shocked or afraid, Blackley let out a bland, cynical laugh. "My brother is dead, torn to pieces! And I am the one who will become the sole Alpha of the Bloodline Pack! How dare you keep mentioning that corpse's name in this place?!" he exclaimed furiously.

His eyes flashed red, ready to give a deadly lesson to the insolent soldier before him.

Before Blackley's hand could swing, the large, sturdy double doors of the hall suddenly burst open. Elyndor's towering figure stood at the threshold, accompanied by Beta Eliam and a line of his loyal soldiers, all emanating a thick aura of tension.

Blackley's eyes widened completely. All the blood in his face seemed to drain away. He was stunned for a moment, frozen atop the throne. Impossible. How could that bastard still be alive after a silver bullet had pierced his chest?!

At the far end of the hall, Elyndor stepped in gracefully yet intimidatingly. Through his still blurry, fog-shrouded vision, he could catch the silhouette of his younger brother sitting on the chair that was essentially his absolute throne.

"How does it feel to sit in my chair while I was away, Blackley?" Elyndor's baritone voice echoed low, cold, and laden with a threat that pressed on the chest of anyone who heard it.

That question immediately jolted Blackley's awareness that what stood before him was not a ghost, but reality. The man across from him was his brother. Panic and fear suddenly crept up the back of his neck. Roughly, he pushed the sexy women around him until they shrieked and fell, then hurriedly rose from the throne.

Within seconds, Blackley's mask of arrogance crumbled, replaced by the most pitiful and innocent expression possible. He immediately ran toward his older brother.

"Alpha Elyndor… my Big Brother… you're back? Is it really you? You're still alive? Oh, praise the Moon Goddess!" Blackley said in a deliberately trembling voice, as if he were the brother most worried about his sibling.

Elyndor snorted cynically at hearing that false concern from his father's illegitimate affair child.

"What exactly were you hoping for from me, Blackley? My death?" Elyndor said. His words were so sharp, as cold as ice, and struck directly at the heart of his brother's lies.