You Rejected A Silver Wolf
Kill The Prophecy

Chapter Forty-Eight - Kill the Prophecy Chris's

POV

Sam and his wife finally left my presence. I had the courtroom to myself to think, even if there was no one to share my thoughts with.

My Beta would be on suspension until his twin sister settled down from her tantrums with other packs. My Luna was nowhere to be found, and I was still skeptical about Your Silver being the one who captured Sasha. Vanessa was still on a bed, trying to recover from Your Silver's visit. The fact that Your Silver had to use her warrior to beat my sister still annoyed me, but I had to look away from it for now.

"Your Silver will have to pay somehow. I have no other sentiment left for her, and you shouldn't either," I told my wolf, Zeke.

He sighed, giving me no response. I folded my hands around my body and rubbed myself. A strange fear still lingered within me.

"Zeke, we've to rid ourselves of this fear. A King should have no fear of a rogue," I told him again.

He chuckled, howling at the end.

"Don't you think we don't deserve the Alpha King position? We refused the gift of the Moon Goddess, and now all this has happened," he spoke.

My hands fell from my body. What was this wolf saying? He doubted his own capabilities?

"I began to doubt myself since you ignored my urge to accept our mate three years ago," he mumbled.

My eyes dimmed. "Are we still milking that? I regretted everything that day! You made me regret everything about that day!"

A part of me even preferred rejecting her. Otherwise, wouldn't she have ruined me with her inner violent nature?

"Yes, we are still milking that!" he growled. "We lost our mate, and she became a force we fear. You-not me-you rejected a silver wolf!"

My fists clenched. Was there a way to detach my wolf from me so he'd shut the hell up? I sent him to the back of my mind and stormed out.

There was no way to run away from my wolf or the fear emanating from my body. A new Alpha King? That prophecy shouldn't be heard across the lands, or people would think I was a fake. But then, who was there to replace me? I barged into the room where Vanessa lay and kicked the bucket I saw lying around. It bounced off the wall and broke, jolting her awake.

I felt guilty seeing her stunned, looking around. Then her eyes landed on me, and she sighed in relief.

What relief could I give? I couldn't even save her from that beast.

"You're here. Is there something wrong? Has Sasha been found?" she asked.

I shook my head. "We'll find her, don't worry. Today's been a mess, but I shouldn't burden you with it."

"Do burden me with it. I haven't spoken to anyone for days. The people we usually talk to aren't around, so..." She shrugged.

I sighed, sitting beside her bed and adjusting the bandage on her head.

"Sam and his wife came over and asked to be deployed to Silver Pack. I agreed." I studied her reaction.

At first, it seemed she had a hard time remembering who Sam was-it had been years since she last saw them-then she nodded.

"They did? It's good you let them go. They should try to tame their wild daughter," she rolled her eyes.

I scoffed. Tame? I bet they went there to cheer her up and assure her she was fulfilling some prophecy.

"They didn't go there for that." I smiled painfully. "It's more of a 'forgive us and take us back' kind of visit."

My sister scrunched her face, displeased to know her assumptions had been wrong.

"She lied to them by faking her death and destroyed the peace of their pack. Their son is on suspension because of her-"

"They think it's all happening because of them," I interrupted Vanessa's ranting. "I am more to blame, of course."

It was the first time anyone was willing to share the blame for what really turned Rihanna into Your Silver. But I bore most of it.

"You know what, ever since I realized Your Silver is Rihanna, the pity and guilt I felt for her died," Vanessa stated. "She's the bitch, not me." I nodded. "She's more than a bitch, Vanessa. According to the prophecy, she has the ability to appoint the next Alpha King." Vanessa looked confused. "The hell how?"

I made a quick rundown of the second part of the prophecy and let out a long sigh afterward.

"That wouldn't be happening!" my sister barked.

"I hope," was my simple reply. Prophecies had a knack for happening. What could a mere wolf like me do to defy the Moon Goddess? Vanessa shook me violently. "Don't just hope. Do something to stop that from happening."

I pulled her hands away from me. Was this lady mad? It couldn't be stopped. What did one do to stop a prophecy? Appease the goddess? "And what's that?" I asked for her expertise.

Her eyes darkened, and she vomited ridiculous words. "Stop those who'd fulfill it. Kill them. Rihanna and that new mate."

I ran my hands through my hair. "Are you listening to yourself? Kill a silver wolf? How'd I get here again? One can't kill a prophecy."

She pushed me away and laid back on the bed. I stood back, then began pacing.

If I wasn't going to do something about the prophecy, did that mean I accepted it? That I accepted being replaced by Your Silver's new mate?

And because she was a Silver Wolf, she got to mandate who became King or not?

To be fair, I had the first chance but rejected it.

"I can't let my throne be given to some other wolf," I confessed through gritted teeth.

Vanessa raised her head and smirked. "Of course you can't. The humiliation and contempt you'd get you can't survive it."

And that was another point. I imagined the Alphas laughing at me as they bowed and revered the new Alpha King. I imagined Jake, someone who had always condescended to me, smiling with an "I told you so❞ look. "You're right, I couldn't survive it. I need to find that mate and kill him. Your Silver can defeat the evil without him," I told Vanessa.

"Yes, much better. We should use her to defeat the evil, then silence her later. That way, the prophecy will be half-fulfilled," she laughed.

Shivers ran down my spine as her laughter resembled that of my mother. Was she becoming my mother? Was I going to be controlled by a family member to make another regrettable decision? "Chris!" Vanessa called.

I snapped my head in her direction, coming out of my thoughts. "Hmm?"

"Don't even have second thoughts. You need to keep the royal blood for your heir."

I chuckled. "Hilarious. I don't have an heir."

Her lips twitched. "Then hope you find Sasha, and meet him, because you actually do.'

I realized I had still been pacing and stopped, moving closer to Vanessa. "You mean Sasha's pregnant?"