Chapter 112
At Cain’s secret hideout deep in the wilderness near the borders of the Werewolf Kingdom, troubling news had already reached him — word about Althea and the strange magical power she had revealed.
“How could she keep that from us?” Rett burst out, his voice sharp with frustration. “All this time, she made us look like fools, acting like she’s some wolfless, powerless hybrid p>
Cain didn’t respond. His eyes stayed fixed on the map spread out on the table, marked with red ink and pins.
“Father, how can you be this calm?” Rett pressed, pacing restlessly.
“Althea lost her memories when she was ten,” Cain finally said in a low voice. “Maybe she’s recovered them p>
Rett frowned. “And what does that have to do with her suddenly having magical abilities p>
Cain leaned back in his chair, his expression distant. “If I remember correctly, Thea used to take Althea into the wilderness often. They gathered wild plants, medicinal herbs… even dangerous ones. They’d be gone the whole day p>
He paused, a faint, almost wistful smile crossing his face. “Thea was always a mysterious woman. I knew from the start she kept secrets. But I didn’t care to question her. Having her by my side was all that mattered p>
His gaze darkened slightly. “She was the only woman I ever loved and the only one I ever will p>
Rett clenched his jaw as he watched his father’s expression shift from calm to something close to pride. Cain traced a mark on the map with his finger, his lips curling into a faint smile.
“What Althea did,” Cain said slowly, “might actually work in our favor p>
Rett’s brows furrowed. “In our favor? She exposed herself in front of the Alpha King! She’s living with him now p>
Cain chuckled under his breath. “Exactly. News of her power will spread across the kingdoms. People will talk. They’ll remember that she is my daughter—the daughter of Cain Grayson, the fallen Alpha with a lycan’s blood. They will see strength in our bloodline once more p>
Rett stared at him, disbelief clouding his face. “You’re proud of her p>
Cain finally looked up, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Of course I am. The girl carries Thea’s spirit and my blood. She’s proof that our line hasn’t faded.” He leaned forward, resting both hands on the table. “And soon, more will come to follow us again. Her awakening is just the beginning p>
Rett bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to argue, to shout that his father was blinded by his obsession with Thea and Althea alike. But seeing the rare spark of excitement in Cain’s eyes, he said nothing.
Cain continued studying the map, his tone almost thoughtful. “Let the King think he owns her for now. In time, she’ll come back to where she truly belongs p>
Rett’s hands curled into fists at his sides, but he stayed silent. For the first time, he wondered if his father’s pride would be the very thing that destroyed them all.
“Go and check on our men in the north. I want no delays in our plan. I will meet with this Abyssal Order and see if we can consider whatever they’re offering,” Cain instructed his son, Rett, who quickly bid him farewell and left.
Cain remained still for a long moment after Rett left. His eyes lingered on the map, though his thoughts were far away—back to the pack he once ruled, back to the daughter he left behind.
He knew what Althea had gone through in his absence. The mistresses had always been cruel, his other children spiteful. They saw Althea as nothing more than a stain on the family name—Thea’s daughter, born of a human slave. Cain had heard the whispers, the laughter behind closed doors, the quiet reports from those still loyal to him.
He knew everything. Still, he didn’t intervene. Not because he didn’t care, but because he knew his daughter.
Althea had Thea’s heart—the same quiet strength, the same stubborn spark that refused to break no matter how hard life pressed against her.
“Endurance,” he murmured, tracing a finger along the table’s edge. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “She’ll endure, no matter what they throw at her. She always has p>
Cain leaned back in his chair, eyes dark with thought. He knew that pain forged power. And if Althea truly carried magic within her, then every scar, every insult, every drop of blood she shed would only sharpen her.
“She’s strong,” he repeated under his breath, convincing himself as much as anyone else. “My Althea will endure like she always would.” The most update n0vels are published on
Meanwhile, Rett left Cain’s side with a tight jaw and a head full of cold anger. He watched his father’s pride like a blade twisting in his chest. Where Cain saw a tool, Rett felt a threat—Althea’s rising name would pull followers to their cause, but it would also steal the attention and power Rett believed rightfully his.
He paced once across the dim room, then stopped and let his anger shape itself into a plan. Pride could be broken. Opportunity could be carved. Althea’s sudden place in the King’s household made her visible when she was nothing before.
She was supposed to be a captive, a prisoner begging for mercy and yet here she was being recognized when his mother died because of that whore!
Rett’s face hardened. He would not strike rashly. He would not risk a failed attempt that would bring his father’s wrath down on him.
“But I guess it’s time I meet her he whispered as he pulled the necklace with a key pendant from his pocket. It was Althea’s most treasured thing, the last piece that her mother, Thea, left her. His Mother, Luna Meena, took it from Althea years ago but Rett snatched it from her mother’s belongings.
He summoned one of his most trusted men, a shadow of a man named Jeren who owed Rett more than blood. In a clipped whisper, Rett gave his orders.
“Send word to Althea,” he said. “Tell her to meet me. I have the necklace she longed for. Tell her I found it p>