Chapter 694 Nothing Ever Worked Smoothly

Throwing Alpha Marlow under the bus and then using his mansion as the base of their rebellion had to be one of the most diabolical betrayals of the century.

But Micah understood why they chose it.

Marlow’s estate was huge and sat at the edge of West Pack territory, where the forest thickened and the ground sloped downward into ravines, making it hard to penetrate.

For a sub-alpha, it was impressive; however, nothing was ever truly impenetrable. Marlow had built this estate to protect his wealth and indulgent lifestyle, but now Cane had repurposed it to protect a rebellion.

Micah took it all in and smirked inwardly.

No wonder they felt secure enough to plan treason here.

There were werewolves everywhere, and the only reason he hadn’t been caught was because he kept weaving his charm, ensuring anyone who glanced his way simply overlooked him.

He had removed his cloak and switched into normal clothing, blending in better with the wolves. Not that it would truly save him from being recognized. He might not be one of the famous cardinal alphas, but most wolves still knew the former Alpha King’s demon son locked away in Lunaris Academy. But none would dare speak, not while under his control

And for once, Micah actually came to love his gift or rather, love who he was. To think the fate of the West Pack rested on him, a half-demon. He could only imagine the faces of the werewolves when this goes down in history.

“How long until we get there?” Micah asked in a low voice. His powers were beginning to drain; this was the first time he had ever stretched his charm over so many people for so long. He could feel the strain tugging at him.

“Just two more turns,” one of the guards replied.

Micah looked ahead, but the corridor stretched far before the next bend. He couldn’t wait to get this over with. All he needed was to be within ten meters, and the guard would get rid of Cane while under manipulation.

“Move faster then!” he urged them. If he slipped here, he was as good as dead. There were wolves everywhere and there was only one of him. And with his power draining, it was safe to say he didn’t like the odds.

But Micah should have known nothing ever went well.

Just as they made it past the first turn, another set of guards stepped out from the corner. As usual, Micah let his charm wash over them and kept moving, unbothered. Except a voice cut through the air suddenly and froze him in place.

“Where are the three of you headed?”

Micah halted immediately, brows pulling tight. He turned and scanned the scans wondering what had gone wrong.

Then his mouth twitched.

Oh fuck.

A mated wolf.

Of all nights, he had to run into the one thing immune to his sexual appeal. Fated mates were so rare he hadn’t calculated the possibility of running into one.

“I asked you a question!” the wolf barked, already reaching for the weapon slung at his side. “Who the hell is he?” He pointed straight at Micah.

There were two others behind him, tense and alert. Micah pushed his charm toward them, but they were already agitated, the adrenaline spiking through their systems, and making it harder to charm them. He could feel them resisting his sexual appeal. Fighting him.

Fuck. This was about to go straight to hell.

He might as well start it himself.

“Kill them!” he commanded the two guards he had under control.

And all hell broke loose.

The mated wolf lunged straight for Micah, fury blazing, and pulled the trigger the moment he had a clear line of sight.

“Hell!” Micah hissed as the bullet whizzed past, grazing his arm. Heat seared through him.

They were using guns. Fucking bastards.

True wolves fought with claws and strength, not weapons. But he guessed he shouldn’t expect honor from rebels.

The two charmed guards attacked the three newcomers with feral violence, claws flashing, and snarls ripping through the hall. The mated wolf tried to get around them—still aiming for Micah—while Micah threw himself behind a pillar, rolling to avoid another bullet.

It was a bloodbath.

Micah didn’t wait for the outcome. He slipped away while the wolves continued tearing into each other.

But the clash had already drawn attention. Doors flung open as more wolves spilled into the corridors.

Micah ran and every few steps he’d let his charm burst out and snaring whoever he could. He turned wolves after one another, letting them destroy while he went in search of Cane.

But he shouldn’t have bothered, because Cane appeared at that exact moment, eyes wild, clearly alarmed by the chaos breaking out in his estate. And like the others, he too had a weapon in hand.

“You—!” Cane recognized him instantly.

“Oh shit,” was all the warning Micah had before he threw himself to the ground, rolling out of the line of fire. He escaped by a hair’s breadth as bullets shredded the air where his head had been a second ago.

But Cane didn’t pause. He kept firing relentlessly, forcing Micah to dodge left, then right, then duck behind the small jutting corner of the hallway wall, the only cover available.

Micah pushed his charm outward, aiming it towards Cane, but the wolf expelled it instantly, shoving the influence out like swatting a fly. He had seen Micah for what he was and couldn’t fall for his illusion.

Cane closed in fast. He rounded the corner toward Micah’s hiding place, forcing him to abandon it and keep dodging. Micah darted out, using his supernatural speed to weave through the narrow bits of cover as he closed the distance between them inch by inch. Cane realized what he was doing a second too late.

Click.

His barrel was empty.

Cane’s eyes widened. He quickly tried to reload, but Micah moved first.

With a twist of his body, he lunged, snatched the gun straight out of Cane’s hands, and slammed it across the alpha’s face with a brutal, bone-rattling crack.