Chapter 98

Third person's POV "Because I was never going to kneel to weaklings like you. This peace? It was a joke. A pathetic dream." Arthur's heart twisted with betrayal. He looked at the faces of the other Alphas — leaders who had put aside centuries of hatred to reach this day — now lying helpless, betrayed. "You bastard!" Arthur growled, refusing to show weakness when he was clearly losing strength and was injured. "You wanted peace?" Jason sneered, standing again. "You don’t deserve peace. You deserve extinction." He turned toward Zane, who was still struggling on the ground, his fingers clawing at the floor as he tried to rise. Jason grabbed Zane by the collar, lifting the weakened Alpha effortlessly off the ground. Zane's legs dangled uselessly, his body limp, his eyes burning with rage and pain. "Jason... How dare... You?," Zane rasped, barely able to speak. Jason chuckled, dark magic coiling around his hand, ready to strike. "Don't worry, Zane. I'll make sure you die first and your dear