Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 37 The West

"So, the plan failed?"

High on a throne sat a man. He wore a black suede mantle coat that was soft and glinted with a dark sheen. His jet-black, flowing hair, which hung straight down his shoulders, swayed gently with the slightest movement of the air, as if the shadows of the night had settled upon its ends.

His gray, almost translucent eyes, like frost and mist in the early hours of winter, shone with a chilling coldness. His thin lips were pursed, and the lines were firm and clear, betraying not a hint of emotion, adding a touch of majesty and mystery.

This man was the new wolf-king of the West, Elijah.

He was emaciated and had slender fingers, but possessed strength enough to crush rocks, a testament to the Wolf King and a symbol of his power. He sat on his throne with a calm and dignified demeanor, like the brightest star in the night sky, cold and remote.

"So, what do we do next, Your Majesty?" asked the Secretary-General, with the same trepidation he had just reported to the King about the revelation of the members of the spy corps they had planted in the North.

They had secretly plotted an explosion, initially believing it could be carried out flawlessly, but unexpectedly, one of the spies was not only captured but also revealed his identity. By the time they received the news, the northern royal family was already in motion, capturing more spies with lightning speed.

According to the information available to the Secretary-General, there are still a small number of spies who have yet to be captured. So, what should be done with them? It would be costlier to secretly rescue them, and keeping them in the North would only put them in greater danger. This vexing matter had to be decided by the king.

The Secretary-General cautiously glanced up at the man seated on the throne, only to see Elijah lift his finger slightly. The moment the silvery metal finger touched the arm of the throne, the answer was given.

"Eliminate the remaining spies," Elijah said calmly, each word distinct and clear to the Secretary-General’s ears.

"All of them?" The Secretary-General’s throat tightened. They had invested so much time and money in training those spies, and the king was abandoning them so easily.

"All," Elijah repeated, his gray, almost translucent eyes filled with a cold, murderous intent.

Hundreds of lives ended in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the Secretary-General replied, slowly walking out of the hall with his head bowed.

As the door creaked closed, the hall was engulfed in darkness, leaving Elijah alone. He stood up and moved with composure, then made his way to the corner of the palace where a massive oil painting of the ancestors of the Wolf King family hung. The painting was solemn, seeming to guard the glory and secrets of the family.

Elijah reaches out and gently removes the portrait, revealing the intricate mechanism behind it. He moves with dexterity, as if he’s done this countless times before. With a faint mechanical click, a hidden door slowly creaks open, inviting him into another world. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He pushes the door open and steps into the darkness. The passage behind the door is narrow and dimly lit, the air damp and musty. Elijah’s boots thud against the floor with a crisp sound that echoes through the confined space with each step, the only distinct noise in the darkness.

He navigates the secret passage, turns a corner, and descends a flight of stairs. The secret passage resembles a labyrinth, but Elijah moves confidently, unhesitatingly. After a protracted stretch of darkness, a faint point of light appears ahead. The light, hovering in the air like a firefly, guides him in the right direction.

Elijah’s pace quickens as he weaves through the winding secret passage toward a rusty iron gate. He extends his hand and taps it three times, his voice low and measured. The next instant, the gate slowly creaks open, its sound unusually jarring in the silence.

As soon as he steps through the gate, the glimmer behind him vanishes instantaneously, and the gate slams shut on its own, enclosing him in this enigmatic space. A pungent, fishy stench fills the room, but Elijah remains unfazed, seemingly long accustomed to the smell.

He was approached by a short, hunchbacked man clad in a gray coat, who saluted Elijah respectfully.

"Greetings to Wizard Green, my king."

"How are things progressing?" Elijah got right to the point.

Wizard Green’s eyes grew serious, and he replied calmly, "The Dark God has acknowledged your sacrifice. However, the dark gods have not agreed to your terms."

Upon hearing this response, Elijah gazed at the pool of blood with disappointment. To gain the power of the Dark God, he had followed the sorcerer’s advice and made the sacrifice.

So, he ordered the throats of thirty werewolf prisoners of war to be slit, and the pool filled with their blood. Though he knew this practice violated the rules of the Moon Gods, he had to do it to train the undead legion.

"What does that mean?" Elijah asked.

The wizard explained, "The dark gods do not grant power easily; we must wait."

"How long will we have to wait?" Elijah’s tone hinted at dissatisfaction. If he could train as soon as possible to become an undead legionnaire, he would unite the continent and become the sole ruler of the werewolf world. Elijah couldn’t wait to see Klaus’s throat cut.

He hated his arch-rival who had broken his wrist.

"I don’t know," the wizard replied truthfully. "But the Dark God has given us a clue on how to kill Klaus."

"How?" Elijah’s face tensed as he heard that he could kill that fierce enemy.

"Flames," the wizard said, his eyes fixed on the front. "And the bride from the south."

"The Flame and the Bride from the South," Elijah muttered to himself, trying to decipher the mystery, but without a clue.

"What the hell does this mean?" Elijah had to ask the wizard, hoping for a definitive answer.

However, the wizard only shook his head. "The clues are only part of the answer, and I can’t give you the full answer right now."

Elijah was indignant, but he didn’t direct his anger at the wizard. For if it hadn’t been for Green, he would have perished in the clutches of Klaus.

Many years ago, the Wolf King died suddenly and violently. The entire Western royal family was suddenly thrown into chaos, and since the old Wolf King had no designated heir during his lifetime, several of his sons killed each other to vie for the throne.

Elijah was on the frontier, facing an enemy force from the north, led by Klaus. They fought fiercely in the field, and just as he thought he was about to be killed by Klaus, a woman suddenly rushed into the fray and distracted Klaus with her presence.

Green seized the moment to stab Klaus in the eye with a magic beam and, taking advantage of the distraction, rescued Elijah.

Not only that, but Green gave him a new hand – a hand of magical steel that not only fit his body perfectly but moved with the same dexterity as a real hand.

Since then, Green has become Elijah’s advisor, and with Green’s help, Elijah manages to wrest power from his brother. For this reason, Elijah has a great deal of confidence and respect for Green and would have kept him by his side even if the ministers had been extremely opposed to the dark wizard.

"I will continue to seek guidance from the Dark God," the wizard said. "If there is any new development, I will keep you informed."

"Don’t keep me waiting too long. You know I don’t have much patience," Elijah said, using the tone of a monarch to put a little pressure on Green to quicken his pace.

"I’ll do my best," the wizard replied calmly, unaffected by Elijah’s words.

Elijah turned to leave and, on his way back, he briefly reflected, still pondering the two clues given by the Dark God.

"The bride from the South," Elijah muttered to himself in the dark. "Who is she?"