Chapter 89

At some point, while I walked through the pack, a few young pack members trailed behind me, whispering amongst themselves.
“Why is he walking?”
“Did he lose a bet?”
“Maybe he’s punishing himself.”
I was this close to turning around and snapping at them, but then an old woman suddenly rushed forward, blocking my path with an alarming amount of determination.
“My Beta, please, take my cart!” She gestured wildly at the rickety wooden cart she had been using to transport vegetables.
I scrunched up my face in surprise. “What?”
“Please,” she insisted, practically shoving it toward me. “It’s unworthy of someone of your status, but at least it will carry you home faster than walking.”
I stared at the cart. At the old woman. At the expectant crowd now gathering around us.
Then, slowly, I dragged a hand down my face.
This was ridiculous.
I was walking. That was all. Not waging war. Not overthrowing a kingdom. Not sacrificing myself to the gods. Just walking.
And yet, the entire pack was acting like I had descended from my throne to experience the life of the peasants.
Yet, if it were people of the lower status or the weak ones like María José, no one would give a damn. Fuck, I hate this pack!
Or… hold on… what I needed to repeat to myself from now on was that when I rose in power, I’d make it better. I would alleviate the extreme power dynamics and ensure every pack members had their rights.
However, there were limitations to my power as a Beta. I’d still need the pompous Álvaro’s permission to do a lot of things.
Maybe I shouldn’t have refused that Alpha post. Darn… I was so ignorant. Well, maybe I could still have it. After all, Álvaro wasn’t the Alpha yet.
Now, back to this ludicrous moment, just as I was about to decline the offer – because, dear Moon Goddess, I was not riding home in a vegetable cart, someone new approached.
The familiar scents hit me first.
I turned.
And there they were; Luis Miguel and his cronies. I almost groaned out loud.
These idiots again.
Here they were, standing before me like model citizens, their postures straight like soldiers in attention and their eyes… respectful?
What kind of sorcery was this?
“Beta Axel,” Luis Miguel greeted, nodding his head.
His friends followed suit, all of them bowing slightly as if they suddenly believed in hierarchy and discipline.
I dimmed my eyes, suspicious. “What do you want?”
Luis Miguel flashed me a nervous smile. “We, uh… came to thank you.”
I arched a brow. “For what?”
They fell into step beside me as I continued walking toward the Packhouse, literally escorting me like my own personal fan club. This was getting weirder by the second.
“For teaching us a lesson,” one of them said.
“Yeah,” another added. “We, uh… learned a lot.”
What?!
The trouble-making Luis Miguel and his stupid friends were here to thank me for teaching them a lesson?
Did I hear that right?!
“Oh, really? And which part exactly did you ’learn a lot’ from? Was it when I made you sweep the entire market under the sun? Or was it when you had to help every vendor in the market?”
Luis Miguel grimaced. “Both?”
His friend, Gonzalo, raised a hand. “Actually, I think the worst part was when we had to carry that sack of rotten onions through the pack square. I still smell it in my dreams.”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed. Loudly.
The image of Luis Miguel and his friends trudging through the pack square, faces scrunched in misery, while carrying that awful, stinking sack for the vegetable vendor was still fresh in my memory.
The way pack members had covered their noses and run in the opposite direction… that was priceless.
“So, what are you really here for?” I asked, shaking my head.
Luis Miguel scratched his head awkwardly. “Well… we were also wondering if the punishment has ended… or if there’s still more.”
I stopped walking for a second, just to give them a long, slow stare.
Patchy Mustache gulped. “I mean, w-we just wanted to be sure! Y’know, in case we needed to brace ourselves
I burst out laughing. They had been so traumatized that they actually thought I might have more in store for them.
“The punishment’s over,” I said, still chuckling.
The relief on their faces was instantaneous.
Luis Miguel threw his hands up in celebration. “YES! Thank the Moon Goddess!”
Pedro (the last of them) grabbed Gonzalo’s shoulders, shaking him excitedly. “We survived, bro! We actually survived!”
The others cheered, hollering like they had just escaped death itself.
I rolled my eyes but let them have their moment. Then I twisted my voice into a dangerous tone. “But listen carefully.”
The laughter died instantly.
“If you ever start acting like nuisances again… or worse, if you ever try to make María José’s life difficult I paused for effect before adding with a slow, wicked smirk, “I’ll have a much, much bigger punishment waiting for you.”
They all straightened up so fast, it was almost comical.
“No, no, we wouldn’t dare,” Luis Miguel said quickly, waving his hands in protest.
“Yeah,” Pedro added. “We’ll do exactly what you told us to do when we see her.”
I gave them a sharp look. “Which is?”
Pedro immediately straightened his back and saluted. “Greet her with the utmost respect, offer to carry her things, sing to make her smile, and if anyone messes with her, beat them up in her honor.”
Luis Miguel elbowed him. “Not that last part! We’re supposed to report it, remember?”
I smirked. “Good. Then we’re all good.”
They collectively exhaled in relief, and I saw their shoulders finally relaxing.
The conversation became lighter after that. They followed me the rest of the way, talking about random things—food, their parents, and ridiculous rumors about the pack. By the time we reached the Packhouse, I had completely forgotten they were still there.
That was, until I turned to head inside and realized they were still standing behind me, shifting on their feet awkwardly.
I raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you guys going home?”
Luis Miguel and Pedro exchanged sidelong glances, looking like they wanted to say something but didn’t know how.
I folded my arms. “What?”
They gulped skeptically. Fidgeted.
Finally, Gonzalo cleared his throat. “Well, uh… we were just wondering
Patchy Mustache nudged him. “Go on, say it!”
Gonzalo shot him a ’why don’t you come tell him too?’ glare before turning back to me. “We were wondering if… maybe we could, you know, come hang out here sometimes?”
Hub?
This was so random and unexpected that I stared at them. Hard.
Luis Miguel quickly clarified, “Not all the time! Just once in a while! Y’know… to, uh, experience the royalty life?”
I blinked.
Then I wrinkled my forehead:
These idiots.
They actually had the guts—the sheer audacity to ask this after all the trouble they had caused me?
For a second, I just stood there, processing the absurdity of the request. Then I burst out laughing.
I laughed so hard I had to lean against the Packhouse wall to catch my breath.
“You—you still have the time to make requests?” I wheezed, wiping my eyes. “After everything?”
Luis Miguel held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, it was just a question! You don’t have to say yes.”
Pedro grinned sheepishly. “We were mostly joking… mostly.”
I shook my head, exhaling heavily. “Fine.”
They all froze.
Gonzalo’s eyes widened. “Wait… what?”
“You heard me,” I said. “You can come hang out whenever you want.”
For a moment, they just stared at me like I had grown two heads. Then…
“WHOOOOOOO!”
They exploded into cheers, jumping around like a bunch of overgrown puppies.
“Beta Axel, you’re the best!” Patchy mustache actually hugged Pedro out of excitement.
“I take back every bad thing I ever said about you,” Luis Miguel swore, grinning ear to ear. The most update n0vels are published on
“You said bad things about me?” I asked dryly.
Luis Miguel paled. “N-No! Of course not!”
I just smirked and waved them off. “Go home, idiots.”
They finally left, still celebrating as they walked away.
Shaking my head, I turned and made my way toward the backyard. It was time to see Luis.
He was the only person who would understand just how ridiculous today had been.