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I want him dead. I want this whole pack to be wiped off the face of this earth. I don't want to kill the members, I just want the existence of the pack gone. Relocate the members or place a new alpha there. I can't take this pack anymore. The leaders have shown they are unfit to run a pack. They have shown how unstable they are and have gone to great lengths to prove it. I will gladly order packs to take in these members so they don't go rogue.

If I potentially decide to place an alpha there I need to find one. Some alpha's have more than one son, so hopefully one of them will step up the plate. Also, I have seen males who don't have alpha blood in their veins step up a take control. You see sometimes our wolves realize the position they are put into and adapt. Yet, I want to see if there is any alpha sons available because they already have the experience and reflexes.

After exiting the cells I pace the length of my office ten fold. Stress was an understatement of how I was feeling. My hair was tossed all around and knots were starting to form in my short length hair. While I stressed over the situation at hand Natalie sat in an arm charm pondering. She seemed intrigued by the fire as she started off, completely lost to her thoughts.

"Nat," I call.

She leans her head back and hums in response.

"Do you have any ideas on how we should deal with this? We have a war on our hands now!"

"We haven't gotten a declaration of war yet, so we are in the clear as of now. We can take this time to prepare."

"There is no alpha there to relaxer war! He probably linked the pack to come attack with no declaration of war."

"Didn't the scientist inject them with wolves bane or something? Maybe he didn't get the announcement out?"

"I highly doubt that. He probably sent one out when my boarder patrol caught him. I know they are coming I just don't know when. This pack is insane. They won't hesitate to attack or listen to their mental alpha."

She stands from the chair and wraps her arms around me and lays her head on my chest. "Just calm down, everything will work out in the end. Okay?"

"But how do you know? We really need to do something about this pack."

"I know. I have seen the list the council and you put together. Replacing the alpha or relocate pack members into new packs. Both seem risky. What if they don't accept the new alpha or they have a hard time getting use to their new lives? What if they don't get comfortable in their new homes?"

"Then they can happily make a life as a rogue. These are the only choices I have come up with. Obviously we can't keep the same alpha's in power. We already have one war on our hands and we don't need another."

I sigh and bury my face in her neck.

"I think we should leave it up to the pack members. We shouldn't be the ones making this decision. It's their lives and their pack so they should choose the fate."

"You see we should do that, but they are all so brainwashed in that pack they'd rather go to war and become rogues than decide from those two options."

My Luna only chuckles at my irritation.

"Why does our kind need to be so loyal to their alpha?"

"Because, my love, it's our genetic coding." She pats my head, "now tell me, how is this planning going?"

"Fine, I guess."

I sit down and pull her back onto my lap, gently guiding her head to lay on my chest. My fingers intertwining with her dark hair.

"The council and I have decided we will do all the ceremonies first as you know and they proceeded with the execution of the two males. From there we should live a peaceful live."

"After the war."

I sigh, "yes, after the war."

This has been one of the hardest decisions in my life. I don't want to face this alpha or eventually be in battle with his pack. I want to be home curled up in bed with my hopefully pregnant mate. I don't want any problems, but sadly being alpha king comes with its problems. This is one of them, another male wanting the king's mate. This is common but it is never taken this far, never in the history of my family has this happened. Hey, there is a first for everything though.

I don't know what will happen to me in this battle. My mind only goes to the worst fate and it's dark. I don't like when my mind goes to that dark place. Not only is my fate dark, but my Queen's fate is dark too. I can only visualize her fearful face fleeing the pack territory with a precious bundle in her arms, while the new army is hot on her trial. I pray to the goddess this isn't how she set our fates and we have a completely different outcome from what I have pictured.

Sadly we'll just to wait to see as there is no way to decide an undecided future.

Gossip, gossip is all that floated around the pack. I hate rumors and gossip and they do nothing but harm people and possibly disturb their lives. Yet, no one cares what harm they do that individual, but only what the gain from spreading it. That's what Maxwell and I were experienced. Desmond and his allies were spreading rumors about the royal family and pack. How they've been wanting to destroy Desmond and this is all a cover up to rid of his pack and position on the council. I though was the one receiving the death threats since I am the one who caused all this.

Well that's what some are saying. If I never stepped foot into the palace none of this would have happened. Sadly, I am starting to believe this. My wolf keeps saying that this isn't my fault and we shouldn't listen. I can't help but let the guilt eat away at me.

As I scroll through my emails Maxwell walks in. His eyes sparking as he sets down the lunch on the bed.

"What are you looking at, my love," he asks and nuzzles his face in my neck before his eye of evert to the screen. "No! I told you to stop looking at those emails. They mean nothing. They are nothing but low lives who want to hurt you. Look at you and the impact they are having on you."

I wipe away a tear.

He turns my face towards him, cupping my face. "You are my queen and they mean nothing! You are their higher up and they feel better about themselves when they hurt you."

"I know. I- I just can't help it. You know?"

He nods. "I understand. As king though you can't make everyone happy and you must live with that. It's a difficult choice and I do it everyday. I worry if I made the right choice for my people."

"I do want disappoint them. I want to be a wonderful queen and not your downfall or mistake."

He chuckles. "You are neither. You are actually my strength. You provide me strength and reassurance when I am unsure as I am doing for you now. You are my consort and queen. My mate and my love, don't forget that."

I smile through my now drying tears.

"Now I want you to delete all those emails and forgot about them. They are jealous and full of hate and her a high off of being mean to others. I will address these death threats though and my go through with some charges."

"No-"

"They threatened your life. It's not like they were sending you hateful messages, no these were thrash on your life which are seen as offenses and I will not allow it."

"Okay."

"Good, now please close your computer and enjoy your lunch." He kisses my forehead before his eyes shift to his meal. His eyes lighting up at the soup, salad, and sandwich.

Although I put the laptop down and delivered those emails, the words still haunted me. I was scared that my life was in danger. Yes, they are empty promises and the warriors won't let them past. Yet, I couldn't help but feel the anxiety consuming me. Like I needed to watch my back and most emails came from Desmond's pack. Of course. That pack isn't allowed to set foot onto our territory, so I felt a sudden wave of reassurance.

My fear was obviously in the threats but also an uprise. I didn't know if the packs will retaliate and cause a rebellion. We have our allies and he has his, but at the end of the day they are all loyal to us. Going against us would be an act of a civil war if siding with Desmond. I don't know if they'll stay loyal to us or to him.

Either way we have a war on our hands to prepare for and it is all my fault. I can't help but think if I never came into Max's life he wouldn't have to deal with this. Yet again, it doesn't matter when I came into his life since Desmond would've still started this problem. Max would drop everything if it meant to protect me. He doesn't care what he has to risk to keep me safe and my name clear. He would put up with that shit when people disgrace my name.

"Baby, you haven't touched your food. I swear if you are still thinking about those emails," Max says.

"No- no, I'm not."

He gives me a look. "I know you are. Baby, once we win this war and this is all in the past, no one will bother you again. They'll respect you and those who don't will have to face me."

This man. He has my whole heart.