Chapter 614

Lennox’s POV

The words hit me like a punch.

“The Alpha throne,” he continued, his voice steady, almost casual. “It was never meant to leave me p>

My stomach tightened.

“You’ll help me reclaim it p>

I forced myself to remain calm. “How p>

He studied me again, like he was deciding how much to reveal.

“You’re strong,” he said. “Skilled. Ruthless when needed. I’ve seen how you fight p>

I said nothing.

“You move without hesitation,” he went on. “You don’t freeze. You don’t second-guess p>

He picked up his glass again, swirling the liquid inside.

“Men like that are useful p>

My jaw clenched. “Useful for what p>

He smiled.

“At first, you’ll stay close,” he said. “Listen. Watch. Learn their weaknesses p>

Their.

“You’ll tell me what Levi and Louis are planning,” he continued. “Where they go. Who they trust p>

My blood ran cold.

“And when the time is right,” he said softly, “you’ll remove them p>

The room seemed to tilt.

“Remove I asked, even though I already knew.

“Kill them,” he said plainly.

For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe.

“With them gone,” he continued calmly, “the pack will need strong leadership. Order. Stability p>

He leaned back against the table.

“I’ll step in p>

My hands curled into fists at my sides.

“And Olivia?” he added, watching me closely. “With them out of the way, she’ll be free. Vulnerable. She’ll need someone p>

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You,” he said. “You’ll have her to yourself p>

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“And I,” he finished, lifting his glass in a small toast, “will have my throne p>

Silence filled the room.

This was it.

The truth I had been hunting.

The man who wanted me dead.

My own father.

I kept my face blank, my voice composed, even as something dark and furious rose inside me.

“Why?” I asked quietly.

“Why do you want to kill your sons p>

For a moment, he just stared at me.

Then he laughed.

Not loud.

Not wild.

It was a cold, bitter sound.

“Sons?” he repeated slowly. “You call them my sons p>

He shook his head and took another drink.

“Those boys stopped being my sons the day they turned on me,” he said. “The day they banished me. The day they stripped me of my title and dragged my name through the dirt like I was nothing p>

My jaw tightened.

“They ridiculed me,” he went on. “In front of the council. In front of the pack. They chose to shame me instead of standing by their father p>

So that was it.

This wasn’t about the throne alone.

This was revenge.

“They sent me away,” he continued, his voice hard now. “Me. Their father. Their blood. And they sent their mother with me like she was some burden p>

I finally understood.

This was anger that had been rotting for years.

“They decided I was no longer worthy to be their father,” he said. “So I decided to stop being one p>

My hands curled into fists.

I wanted to shout.

To tell him he was wrong.

To tell him he was sick.

But I didn’t.

I forced my face to stay calm.

“And if you take them away,” I asked slowly, “what about their children p>

He paused.

For the first time, there was no smile.

“My grandchildren?” he said. “No p>

He shook his head once.

“They are not threats,” he said firmly. “They’re too young. Innocent. They’ll rule after me one day. In time. Maybe fourteen years from now p>

The way he said it chilled me.

Like everything was already planned.

“The only ones in my way,” he continued, “are Levi and Louis p>

He stepped closer.

“You kill them,” he said softly, “and everything falls into place p>

My blood burned.

“And you?” he added, watching me closely. “You’ll be rewarded p>

He spread his hands slightly.

“Olivia,” he said. “Money. Land. Power p>

His eyes gleamed.

“Anything you want p>

He leaned in just enough that I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“So,” he asked quietly, “will you do it p>

“Will you kill them p>

I stared at him.

Really stared.

Not even in my wildest nightmares had I imagined this.

My father.

The man who taught me how to fight.

The man who once told us that blood was sacred.

The man who swore family would always come before anything.

It was him.

All these years… it had been him.

The powerful hand that could whisper one order and make a guard disappear.

The voice that could promise gold, land, protection—and buy silence.

The man who could plan my death and call it strategy.

He hadn’t just wanted me gone.

He wanted us gone.

Levi.

Louis.

Me.

The silence in the room grew thick. Heavy. It pressed against my chest until breathing felt like work.

So this was why.

Why the lies never stopped.

Why danger followed me even after death.

Why someone powerful enough to clean up every trace had wanted me erased.

I felt something dark twist inside me.

Not fear.

Betrayal.

You’ve been angry all this time, I said quietly to myself.

I swallowed.

The room felt smaller. Like the walls were closing in.

I forced myself to breathe slowly. Calmly.

If I reacted now, I wouldn’t be able to expose him.

“I need time,” I said at last.

He raised a brow slightly. “Time p>

“Yes,” I replied. “This isn’t a small thing. You’re asking me to kill powerful Alphas p>

A pause.

Then a thin smile.

“I thought you might say that,” he said. “I’m not unreasonable p>

He stepped back, giving me space—but it felt like a trap, not mercy.

“Think about it,” he continued. “But don’t take too long p>

His gaze sharpened.

“And remember something, Kaine,” he said quietly. “If you try to betray me—no one will believe you p>

My jaw tightened.

“It will be your word,” he went on calmly, “against mine. A once-before Alpha. A grieving father. And you p>

He glanced me up and down.

“A guard. A nobody p>

The words were meant to crush me.

I bowed my head slightly. “I understand p>

He studied me for a long moment, searching my face for cracks.

“Be fast,” he said. “And be loyal p>

I nodded once. “Yes p>

I turned toward the door.

Every step away from him felt unreal. Like walking out of a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.

Just before I reached the door, his voice came again—soft, almost gentle.

“Remember,” he said, “everything you want is on the other side of this p>

I didn’t answer.

I opened the door and walked out.

The corridor felt colder than before. Empty. Silent.

My hands were shaking now, but I kept moving.

It was him.

My own father.

The man who wanted his sons erased so he could rule again.

I clenched my fists as I walked.

I’ll think about it, I had said.

But deep down, I already knew the truth.

I wouldn’t kill them.

I would kill him myself.