Chapter 41
-Maya’s POV-
My foot tapped against the wooden floor, a nervous counterpoint to the tense silence gripping the
room. The power struggle that had simmered ever since my father’s imprisonment had finally
erupted, reaching its boiling point after two humans ended up dead. The wolves of the Crescent
Pack, my pack, were spiraling out of control. As my father’s only child, the mantle of leadership now
rested uneasily on my shoulders.
My gaze swept over the gathered crowd. Modernity had forced us to abandon themunal living
arrangements of old. But during times of crisis like this, we still assembled in a secluded building
deep within the woods, away from the prying eyes of the human world.
Ivan sat beside me, a silent pir of support. I knew every eye in the room was fixed on me, waiting
for me to speak. The high- ranking members, some of whom harbored their own ambitions for the
Alpha position, were seated on a raised tform surrounding me. Public speaking had never been
my weakness, but in this charged atmosphere, words seemed to desert me.
Suddenly, a warm hand settled on my leg, a silent reassurance from Ivan. Squeezing his hand back,
I drew in a deep breath and rose to my feet. Clearing my throat, I began, “First of all, I want to thank
each and every one of you foring here today. I know we all have busy lives, and I truly
appreciate you taking the time to be here.”
A beat of awkward silence followed, then I continued, my voice gaining strength with each word.
“Let’s not pretend otherwise. My father is currently incarcerated, facing investigations that render
him unfit to lead the pack. That’s why I’ve decided to step in and take charge until his situation is
resolved.”
Before I could borate, a gruff voice cut through the room. “Step in?” boomed a burly man from
the gathered wolves. “What you the right? Last we heard, you threw away your position when you
ran off with that bastard.”
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My jaw clenched, and my wolf lunged to the surface to make him pay for the insult. But I forced
myself to remain calm. “I faced the consequences of my actions,” I replied, my voiceced with
steel. “My father forgave me and weed me back into the fold. Don’t sit there and question it.
And the next time you interrupt me while I’m speaking, you will face consequences of your own.”
A flicker of fear crossed the man’s eyes, and he bowed his head in a grudging submission. It wasn’t
aplete victory, but it was a start. At least I’d established my boundaries.
“Does anyone else have anything to say before I address the situation with the humans?” I asked,
scanning the room.
A throat cleared beside me. Of course, it was him.
Petrov. He’d always seen himself as the rightful heir apparent, constantly vying for my father’s favor
even though he was never officially named second-inmand. And he never missed an
opportunity to assert his dominance, especially when he saw a chance to undermine me.
I stered a smile on my face, masking the annoyance churning in my gut. “Petrov, you seem to
have something on your mind?”
He leaned back in his seat, his eyes gleaming with a dark challenge. “Just a rification, Alpha,” he
drawled, deliberately using the title. “Nichs raised a valid point.”
Of course, he did. I wouldn’t be surprised if Petrov had been the one whispering in Nichs’ ear,
encouraging him to question my
authority.
“Valid?” I repeated, my voice dripping with skepticism. “Or simply convenient for your agenda?”
Petrov continued, unfazed by my jab. “When you abandoned your pack to run off with the
Nightshadow Pack, your father disowned you. As far as anyone knows, he never officially reinstated
you.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. His words stung, but I wouldn’t give them the
satisfaction of seeing me sweat.
“My reinstatement wasn’t a public ceremony,” I exined, my voice calm but firm. “It was a private
matter between my father and me. And trust me, he is fully aware of his responsibilities to the pack,
and he has full faith in my ability to lead in his absence.”
When I was done, I’d pray to the Moon Goddess to forgive me for lying but there was no way I was
letting this a s e get the better
of me.
Another wave of murmurs arose, this time tinged with uncertainty. “Look,” I said, my voice rising
above the din. “I understand your concerns. My actions in the past were reckless, and I ept full
responsibility for them. But I’ve learned from my mistakes, and I’m here now, ready to serve the
pack. We can’t afford to be divided. Those humans who died – that was a tragedy, a direct result of
the chaos that’s erupted since my father’s absence. We need a strong leader, someone who can
unite us and restore order.”
A few heads nodded in agreement, but a skeptical frown remained etched on Petrov’s face. He rose
from his seat, his imposing stature casting a shadow over me.
“Strong leadership,” he scoffed. “That’s easy to say, but where were you when this pack truly
needed you? The past seven years, while your father and I toiled day and night to hold things
together, you were off ying house with the Alpha of the a pack that has rivaled outs for years. Did
you even spare a thought for the wolves who remained loyal?”
His words struck a chord. Shame red within me, a potent reminder of the hurt I caused by
leaving. I opened my mouth to speak, but Petrov cut me off before I could get a word out.
“We all know the story,” he continued, using my old title with a mocking emphasis. “Blinded by love,
you abandoned your pack, your duties, everything. Now, suddenly, you reappear and expect to
waltz in and take charge? It doesn’t work that way.”
I forced myself to meet Petrov’s gaze, refusing to back down, “That’s just your option.”
“My opinion,” Petrov sneered, “is that the pack needs a leader who’s been here, through thick and
thin. Someone who understands the struggles we’ve faced, not someone who waltzed in after years
of gallivanting around with strangers.”
He nced around the room, his gaze connecting with various pack members. Heads were nodding
in agreement, whispers. erupting amongst the crowd. The tide was turning against me, doubt
clouding their faces.
“I understand your frustration, Petrov,” I said, trying to regain some control. “But the past is the past.
I’m here now, and I’mmitted to doing what’s best for the pack.”
“Committed?” He barked a humorlessugh. “Commitment is staying by your pack’s side, not
abandoning them for some romance with a rival Alpha. Commitment is putting the needs of the
Crescent Pack above your own happiness.
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My face burned with anger, but I forced myself to remain calm. Raising my voice wouldn’t help. I
needed to find a way to reason with him, to prove my loyalty andmitment.
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“Petrov, you’re twisting the narrative,” I said, my voice tight. “I left because…”
“Because you were in love,” he finished, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “A perfectly eptable
reason to abandon your pack in
their time of need.”
“It wasn’t that simple,” I stammered, frustration building. “There were… extenuating circumstances.”
“Extenuating circumstances?” He threw his hands up in the air. “What could possibly justify
abandoning your pack during a critical time?”
I opened my mouth to exin but the words wouldn’te.
Petrov continued his tirade, his voice gaining volume with each sentence.
With each passing moment, the room tilted further in Petrov’s favor. Doubt and uncertainty clouded
the faces of the pack members, their initial tentative support for me crumbling under his relentless
attack.
I stammered, searching for words to counter his usations, to remind them of my loyalty, of my
love for the pack. But Petrov wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise, his voice drowning mine out.
He spoke of the strength and unity they needed, qualities he clearly believed Icked.
By the time he finished, the room was filled with a tense silence. The wolves looked at me with a
mixture of disappointment and anger. Just as I felt the weight their disapproval pressing down on
me, Ivan’s voice boomed through the room, “Petrov, that’s enough!” He rose to his feet, his posture
radiating a quiet power. Waves of alpha energy rolled off him, momentarily silencing the
room.
“We can all agree that Amaya has made mistakes in the past,” he acknowledged, his voice steady
andmanding. “But here she stands now, willing to face the consequences of her actions and
work towards making things right. That’s exactly what she’s been doing ever since she returned.
However,” he continued, his gaze sweeping across the room, “what truly matters right now isn’t
dwelling on the past.”
A beat of silence followed, then he locked eyes with Petrov, his voice hardening. “I’m sorry to burst
your bubble, Petrov, but you’re not going to be the Alpha of the Crescent Pack. I am.” SN?velDrama.Org is the owner.