Chapter 4

Lorelei I leaned against the black leather seat and the scenery outside the window quickly retreated. Silvervein Pack's ancient house—the cold power center that almost controls the entire werewolf's high-level parliamentary power center—waits for me, the uninvited “Luna”. The car was quiet, only Beta Zion's slightly low voice echoed in his ears, introducing me to the Silvervein Pack. "Silvervein Pack is one of the six oldest saint blood wolf clans in the north, and controls a huge business empire." He said in a steady tone, as if this was just a random clip of history lessons. "We have never bowed our heads in front of other tribes. Even the werewolf council needs to look up to us." I nodded, but looked out the window without responding. I've heard of these. Silvervein is never absent from the process of making laws for the wolf pack world. And Keith Vanderbilt... the legendary iron-blooded Alpha. "You don't look nervous at all." Beta Zion suddenly laughed, and asked with an inquiry at the corner of his eyes. "The other female wolves have already shivered in the car." "After all, I'm not an 'other female wolf'." I gently fiddled with my fingertips. "If I had believed in the people around me at the beginning, I might not have even left my ashes." I paused and turned my eyes to him, "And your Alpha is really... like a terrible rumor?" Beta Zion's face twisted a little depressed expression in an instant. He seemed to smile, and then sighed, and finally he only spoke a few words,"You'll see soon enough," he murmured. "But let me offer you a warning." I raised an eyebrow. "If you lie to him—even once—he'll know. And he won't give you a second chance." When I really pushed open the door of the Silvervein Pack mansion, a men stood by the window.He didn't look back. The evening sun shone on the carpet and hit the man's shoulder diagonally. His figure was as tall as a sculpture, and his whole body exuded an innate power of power. His control and oppression compressed the air to a suffocating effect. I didn't expect that Alpha Keith, who was rumored to be cruel, cold-blooded, and almost crazy, would look... so amazing that his figure was enough to make all the female wolf drool. He slowly turned around, his gray and golden pupils were like amber rolling in winter snow, sharp and cold. Every look seemed to cut open the bones of a person and see them thoroughly. "You're Lorelei Voss?the substitute they sent？" His voice was as low as the thunder at dawn before dawn, light, but enough to cool me from my spine to my ankle. "I'm not theirs," I said, "and even more so not yours." He doesn't get close. I don't plan to step forward either. Our eyes were like two untamed beasts. Hostility, suspicion, quickly ignited in each other's eyes, triggering friction. "You shouldn't have come." He said without any concealment, cold and cold,"How could you, a weak body like yours, give birth to my cub? Tell Frostfang Pack to get me someone at least that doesn't look malnourished." "Don't worry. Supreme Alpha,I didn't come here to pop out pups for some arrogant bastard." I rolled my eyes and responded coldly. His pupils shrank slightly, but his smile became even colder. "Then what are you doing? Performing rebellious? Or bargaining?" I took a step forward, my steps as steady as if I were stepping on the battlefield. "I'm here to tell you," I said, "if you use me as a tool, you'll find that I'm much more dangerous than you think." The air suddenly changed. Alpha Keith didn't move, but a powerful Alpha aura suddenly swept over, like a huge wave crashing against the shore, pressing hard against me. I could almost hear the sound of blood roaring in my eardrums. But I didn't retreat. I looked at him with an unavoidable look. And he also at that moment, frowning slightly. "Aren't you afraid of me?" He said, there was finally a hint of genuine interest in his tone. "Afraid of you?" I sneered. "Alpha Keith. You are not the scariest thing I've ever encountered. ” Before he could respond, Alpha Keith's body suddenly shook. His hands pressed on his chest, his knuckles turned white, and a brief pain in his eyes. "Alpha Keith?!" Beta Zion exclaimed, rushing to his side from behind me, but Alpha Keith waved his hand and signaled him not to get close. Then I smelled it. Blood, and... the corrosive breath of wolf poison - familiar and pungent, I smelled it once in the woods that were besieged by rogues when I was ten years old. I narrowed my eyes, threw away all my emotions, walked forward, half-kneeled in front of him, and held the pulse of his left wrist--fast and messy, like the tearing sound of wolf claws tearing. "Don't touch me." His voice was low and he was unwilling to be fragile. "Keep talking and I'll walk away. If death is what you want, be my guest.." I replied to him, stubbornly focusing my energy in my palm and gently pressing it onto his chest. The moment my hand pressed against his chest, a strange vibration erupted between us. It's not a conflict, but... resonance. I felt the heat and irritability in his body, but when I touched my energy, I suddenly calmed down. He felt it, too. His eyes widened, as if he had seen me for the first time. "......what do you?" "You should remember." I did not answer positively, but continued to guide the energy input. "you live not because of fate. It's because I let you live." A few minutes later, the toxins are suppressed.He dragged in a breath, fingers clamping around my wrist as if anchoring himself to me—like the moment he let go, I'd vanish and take his life with me. I slowly pulled out my hand and stood up. He whispered, "Who are you?" I bent close, letting my breath ghost against his ear, my voice a blade wrapped in silk. "You owe me your life. Burn that into your memory." My steps were steady, but inside, I knew this was only the beginning. Fate hadn't tied us together—my choice had. And choices always demand a price. The footsteps sounded softly, Gamma Stephen appeared from the side of the corridor and bowed slightly, "Luna Lorelei, please follow me." I nodded slightly, put away all my emotions, and kept up with his pace. The battle is over and the next chess game has just begun.