The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 222

Nathan

The Alphas exchanged glances, each of them staring at each other with contemplative gazes. I returned to my seat. Almost immediately, Alpha Marcus of Shadowcreek Pack rose, his massive frame trembling with emotion.

"I've thought this for years, but never dared to speak it. The Lycans treat us like servants, not allies. We are after all equal in the eyes of the Moon Goddess. Just because they have one or two traits we do not possess doesn't make them better than us."

Alpha Alain of the Desert Wind Pack rose next. "My pack has lost good warriors defending the interests of the Lycans. When I asked for aid during the Feral's rampage, they turned their backs on us and my Pack was an hour's drive from theirs. They had no excuse."

One by one, other Alphas stood to voice their grievances. Alpha James spoke of denied trade permits that had crippled his pack's economy. Alpha Saul described how the law of the White Mountain Region had prevented his pack from expanding their territory despite their growing numbers.

I watched them, satisfaction hidden behind a mask of sympathy. When the last Alpha had spoken, I rose again. "My friends, fellow Alphas, your concerns pierce my heart. For centuries we have lived under their rule, and we feared what would happen if we questioned it. They have called us allies, but we have always been their pawns."

I paused, scanning the room again.

"We've bowed to the White Moon Throne, calling our submission loyalty while they called it their right."

My voice dropped lower, more intimate just like how Alpha Logan had taught me. "It is not treason to demand equality. It is not rebellion to seek justice. This is a call for freedom. The first step towards breaking those chains."

The Alphas murmured their approval, nodding in unison.

My gaze swept across the room again, meeting each Alpha's eyes. "The time has come to end centuries of slavery disguised as alliance. We have the strength, the numbers and most importantly, the right." I spread my hands. "All we need now is the courage to act."

Claps filled the room. Their faces were shining with desire. I knew at this point they were bought.

I waited for the clapping to quieten before I started speaking again.

"Before we finish all of that, we must now, first of all, decide on who will speak for us. So…"

They didn't allow me to finish as they chorused in unison. "You!"

Alpha James rose to his feet. "Who better to represent us than you? We have already pledged our loyalty to you and are bound through the blood oath. I think…" he pauses scanning the room. "We should make you, the Leader of the Werewolves."

My heart surged with joy.

Everything was going the exact way I wanted.

"Guys!" I feigned shame. "This is not my intention. I only wanted to fight for what was right and help us break through. That's all I've ever wanted and will ever want."

Alpha Jesse jumped to his feet. "If they can have a Lycan Leader, why can't we have a Werewolf Leader? A leader who is like us, who understands what it means to be a werewolf and not some whitewashed fool who sits in their castles and knows nothing of our pain."

"Guys, but we are equals," I shook my head. "I cannot accept this. What will the North and the East regions say?"