CHAPTER 117

Alcandar’s POV

As I confronted the dangerous woman in front of me, my heart hammered like a thousand drums. Mirabella, who was possessed by a craving for power and vengeance, clutched a shaking revolver in her hand. The gloomy lighting just added to the seriousness of the scenario.

"Mirabella, please," I begged, just above a whisper.

"Leave Sapphire out of this; this is just between you and me. She isn't required to be involved.”

“What do you want? The leadership position? Fine, I’ll give it to you; I’ll dethrone myself and let you rule but please don’t hurt my family,” I kept pleading.

"You see, Alcandar, I once plotted to overthrow you and take over the werewolf pack for myself," Mirabella growled, her voice venomous.

"However, I'm sick of wanting that position. All I want now is to watch you suffer like I have."

As I saw the extent of her insanity, my heart sunk. She had given up on controlling, but her need for revenge had not. Sapphire, my loving wife, stood alongside Mirabella,