The Alpha's Dark Revenge novel Chapter 6

Nikolai's POV

I frowned as I saw Stephan march into my quarters, bowing a little as he faced me. I hated to be disturbed, especially by this time, but I knew that for him to be here, it had to be urgent.

"Alpha," Stephan bowed again. "I have news I think you'd find interesting."

I cocked an eyebrow, my breath suddenly hitching. I knew it could only be one thing. For years, I had waited, each weekend, hoping he would return with positive news, or at least a vital piece of information that would be beneficial to my plans. And with the glint in his eyes this time around, I was sure something had finally clicked. Stephan was the scout of the pack and also the spy I had given the task of keeping a close eye on Jonas Verbeck and his family.

"Spill it," I ordered, my mind running a thousand miles per minute.

"Verbeck is making plans to organize a massive festive celebration at the pack by hosting different packs and also popular figures in the country."

"I bowed my head thoughtfully, calculating every possible downside. "What kind of celebration is this?"

"It's a masquerade party to commemorate his dominance in the world of wolves. And to celebrate the success of his second daughter, Barbara. This is the perfect opportunity, Alpha."

I nodded. He was right.

"When is this celebration supposed to hold?"

"The next full moon," He answered without missing a beat.

"Alright, you're dismissed," I stated, waving him off. I needed to go through the entire plan again, to eliminate any moves that could cost me this opportunity.

As I got up to ready myself for the mission, my eyes fell on the portrait of Elle on the wall. Instinctively, my fingers traced the scar on my chest and for a moment, I couldn't help the vivid images from that day that suddenly began to swarm my mind.

I shut my eyes tightly, my hand clutching my chest. "I won't fail you this time, Elle. I promise," I whispered, quickly wiping the tears that dropped from my eyes before anyone could see.

The longer I stared at the portrait, the more fury bubbled in my chest. The scar in my chest throbbed, as if to remind me of my inability to protect the one I'd loved the most, reminding me of what I needed to do.

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

The time of vengeance was finally here.