Page 99 of King Alejandro

“It was thanks to that fucking dickhead that he almost died.”

A Grudge

Alejandro

My eyes widened in shock; I wasn’t expecting that.

“Was it an accident?” Rayhan asked, his eyes burning green.

Elijah scoffed, “Accidents are forgivable. I’m not discussing this out here.”

“Then we’ll get in the fucking car. I want to know,” I growled. That fucker hurt Raf, and I actually dined with him? Hell fucking no.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” Rayhan added, his voice dangerously low. I knew he was angry but was trying to remain calm, ever the perfect one. I walked around and got into the front whilst the other two got in the back. “Dad said it was a training accident or something.” Rayhan mused.

“I heard a few different stories, but never fucking bothered about some fucker’s heroic tactics,” I remarked mockingly as Elijah scowled.

“Well, the Shadow Wolves Pack are powerful yet private. Rumour has it they excel in experiments and such. Healing remedies, poisons, energy vials.”

“We all know that shit, it’s baseless research and they ain’t gotten far. We had some dealings with them, there’s nothing special,” I remarked, taking a drag on my cigarette.

“Oh, they definitely got farther than we think. You may not know, but Kenneth has a lot of links abroad. Not only will his mate’s pack become his, but he has several research labs here and abroad.” I knew that.

“Yeah, I don’t get what this shit has got to do with Raf and you being a blue-eyed dick-faced hero?” I hated when people took time to get to the damn point.

“Can you ever keep that fucking mouth shut and listen? Or shall I drive off?” Elijah replied, smirking coldly. My eyes flashed as Darien sighed.

“Can we hear the story? If anyone sees the four of us sitting in a car they will be damn confused.”

“We were on a camping break after our exams. When it came to tactical and strategy, there were three of us who were chosen to go forward for the annual recognition award.” He smiled humourlessly, looking into the distance, and I wondered what he was thinking. “Me, Arden, and Rafael. Ultimately, Rafael took the award. Unlike me, who was happy with being known for my combat skills, Arden had an issue… one he didn’t forget.”

“What did he do?” I asked coldly. “Cut to it.”

“He gave Rafael a drink, told him to drink to his victory. Not even a few minutes after he drank it, he began convulsing and bleeding from his mouth, nose, and ears. There were only a few of us, but no one seemed to move. I remember making him puke it up and cutting him in several places to bleed it out. Grandma Amelia taught me that. She said a wolf can die of poison, but we won’t die from heavy blood loss. It slowed it down and I managed to get him back to camp as he bled out. We found that the drink had contained a high level of silver and wolfsbane, and it was so strong it could have killed him, if I hadn’t done what I did.”

“Didn’t Dad smell it, that it contained something?” Rayhan asked.

“Strangely no. The rest of it was spilt and there was no proof, but even when I smelled the remnant of it, I didn’t pick up on anything either,” Elijah replied.

“And if that’s the case, why is he still a fucking alpha?” I growled.

“It was my word against the other seven. Arden was adamant he didn’t know how it was poisoned and said perhaps someone was trying to poison him. Rafael said he had a drink, but he didn’t want it to cause trouble with other packs. He was a young alpha with no father behind him and the Ardens had a lot of influence, so Raf told me to drop it. He made me promise to drop it, although we both knew that bastard was behind it,” Elijah sighed.

“I don’t get it; didn’t they even look into it?” Darien asked as I sat back, taking in what he had said. I hated that man a thousand fucking times more.

“They did. There was no proof, but I’m sure with their research they could have made very concentrated pills or something to transport with ease. Either way, Rafael and I knew what happened, but the Shadow Wolves Pack is one of the richest packs in the country and, unlike the Rossis, whose wealth may be higher, the Shadow Wolves Pack has ties to allies across the borders. They may not be the pack of the Lycan King, but they do hold power. Rafael was a peacemaker and said let it be when that fucker apologised, saying to forgive him if he had done anything wrong, but he stuck by his word that he didn’t poison the drink…” Elijah scoffed bitterly. “I swear, if Rafael didn’t make me promise to keep my mouth shut about it, I’d have fucking destroyed him.”

“So, he basically got away with attempted murder? Because Rafael had no one…”

“Yeah. At the time he wasn’t mated to Maria, so he didn’t even have the support of her pack. I told him my dad would help but he refused. So, I’ve told you, now I don’t want to talk about that bastard again,” Elijah said coldly.

“And now you’re going to say to honour Raf, I can’t fucking do shit?” I growled.

“Yeah, but kick him off your pack grounds,” he replied.

Yeah… I would… and although Elijah made a promise to Raf, I didn’t. The moment I found some dirt on this fucker, I was going to fucking destroy him. I just needed some proof.

Elijah had left, and Rayhan and I had gone for training as I knew Kiara needed some space. She got all tense around me and seemed to enjoy spending time with the kids and women.