#Chapter 292: The Arsonist

Alexander’s POV I stared at the man kneeling in front of me, then at the four others behind him who had also dropped to their knees. Their heads were bowed, hands pressed over their hearts. “Richard is a tyrant,” the man said when I was still too stunned to speak. “A murderer. He is not our Alpha, and never has been. Lilith is our true Alpha.” His throat bobbed. “We were afraid. We scattered when Richard killed our leader. But we heard that she escaped, and we came to pledge our support again, and to apologize for being cowards.” My heart cracked. I realized where I knew these people from; they’d been there that night, in that house. They were part of the resistance against Richard. “Lilith is dead,” I said quietly. Saying it out loud made me feel sick, but I had to be honest. I couldn’t lead them on toward more false hopes. “We know.” The woman who had sobbed earlier stepped forward. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hands were shaking. “We saw. We wer