A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 173

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Chapter 173

BLOOD CRESCENT

Gerald sat in the corner of the bar, dressed in a plain jacket and a wide–brimmed hat pulled low over his face. The disguise wasn’t elaborate, but it was enough to keep him from being easily recognized. He swirled the drink in his hand absently, eyes flicking toward the door every few seconds.

A few minutes later, another man walked in. Gerald recognized him immediately and waved him over. Elder Nelson hesitated at first, scanning the room before making his way to the table. When he finally reached Gerald, his brows drew together in mild surprise. “I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said, eyeing the hat.

“That was the idea,” Gerald replied with a faint smile, motioning for him to sit.

Nelson pulled out a chair and sat down, though his expression remained cautious. “So, what’s this about? You sounded urgent.”

Gerald leaned back slightly. “We’ll have to wait for someone else first.”

Nelson frowned. “Someone else?”

“Kyle,” Gerald said.

Nelson raised an eyebrow. “The Delta?”

Gerald nodded.

Nelson sighed and shook his head. “Gerald, if this is one of your schemes again, you’re wasting your time. I’m not interested in whatever mess you’re trying to stir.”

“Easy,” Gerald said, lifting a hand in a calming gesture. “Just hear me out first.”

Before Nelson could respond, the door opened again. Kyle stepped in, his tall frame and sharp expression drawing a few glances from nearby tables. He didn’t look pleased to be there.

He stopped beside the table, arms crossed. “Why did you summon me, Gerald?”

“Sit down, Kyle,” Gerald said evenly.

Reluctantly, Kyle pulled out a chair and sat, his posture rigid. Gerald signaled to the waiter, who

approached, but Kyle’s patience snapped.

“With all due respect,” Kyle said, his voice low but edged with irritation, “go straight to the point. I’m only here because I once respected you as an elder of Blood Crescent–and because you said this had something to do with the attack from that Marcus guy, not for a drink.”

Gerald nodded, lowering his voice. “You’re right. I didn’t call you here to waste your time. I know I might not be a respectable elder anymore–not after Alpha Alexander stripped me of my title–but I’m still the same man who’s always cared for the pack. I may have taken some wrong steps trying to prove it, but my

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intentions were never malicious.”

Kyle glanced at Nelson, then back at Gerald, and said nothing.

Gerald leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he continued, his tone lowering slightly. “I’m glad you’re already familiar with his name. You should also know that Marcus isn’t just some wolf sending rogues after Blood Crescent wolves.”

Kyle’s expression didn’t change. “I already know that,” he replied flatly. “Marcus is after Blood Crescent because whoever he is, somewhere in his sick head, he believes he’s qualified to rule the pack as Alpha.”

Gerald smirked faintly. “I can see you already have an idea about that too,” he said. “But what I can bet you don’t know is that Marcus isn’t sick in the head at all. He really is qualified. He’s also a Blackwell by birth- illegitimate, yes, but still a Blackwell. Alexander’s father had him with his first mate before Alexander was born. Technically, Marcus would’ve been the rightful heir.”

Nelson’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” he breathed, leaning back.

Kyle, however, didn’t look impressed. He stared at Gerald for a long moment before asking, “And how exactly did you come to know this?”

Gerald’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “I met him,” he said simply. “Face to face. Marcus isn’t coming to destroy Blood Crescent–he’s coming for his birthright. With or without the pack’s support. But he’d rather have that support because he isn’t planning to tear the pack down. Tell me, who would he lead if he destroyed everyone in it?”

Nelson opened his mouth to respond, but Kyle laughed, a short, humorless sound. “You know what’s funny?” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Some people just never learn. I can’t believe you’re still here, Gerald, trying to plot against the Alpha again. And this time, you thought it was a good idea to bring me

into it.”

Gerald’s tone grew urgent. “I brought you into this because as Delta, you have the power to make a difference. You’ve seen and fought countless wars for this pack. You understand what’s at stake. You know the value of peace. Would you rather watch Blood Crescent perish fighting against someone who actually has a rightful claim–just because of your loyalty to Alexander? Marcus…”

Kyle cut him off sharply. “Whoever Marcus is, even if he really is a Blackwell and the firstborn, he can go claim his inheritance at the company. That’s between him and his family. But when it comes to the position of Alpha, Blood Crescent knows no other Alpha apart from Alexander. His last name isn’t the only thing that made him Alpha–he earned it.”

He leaned forward, his voice steely. “So if Marcus thinks he’s qualified, he’s welcome to challenge Alexander directly. But if he expects loyalty to just shift to his side… some faceless coward who hides behind rogues and ambushes the pack during a full moon… then yes, Marcus is really sick in the head. And you can tell him this, Gerald: Blood Crescent isn’t afraid to fight, especially when it’s for what we believe in.

”

Nelson hesitated before speaking. “If what Gerald is saying is true, Kyle… maybe you should at least listen.

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Nobody’s saying betray the Alpha. We’re talking about what’s right. About who the rightful heir is. It’s all for

the good of the pack.”

Gerald nodded. “Exactly. So tell me, Kyle… who do you serve? Alexander, or Blood Crescent?”

Kyle’s eyes hardened. “I serve Blood Crescent,” he said firmly, “and I fight beside Alexander–as the Alpha.”

He pushed his chair back and stood to leave, but Gerald’s voice followed him. “Don’t start something you’ll

regret, Kyle. Don’t choose a war you can’t finish. When Blood Crescent suffers for its blind loyalty, you’ll

remember you had a chance to be part of peace–but chose violence instead.”

Kyle smirked. “Oh, Gerald. If following that coward is the peace you speak of, then I’ll gladly choose war.

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