Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 89

Blake’s POV

In the amidst a sea of documents, Lyra gaze met mine with a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Lyra," I began, my voice filled with a mixture of determination and vulnerability.

“I need your help.”

“I want to leave the pack and make Arthur the next King.”

Lyra arched an eyebrow, a silent invitation for me to continue. I took a deep breath, gathering my

thoughts before diving into the depths of my emotions.

“Chloe is in the Red Moon Pack. I can’t follow her because I have to protect the pack.... Especially now

when there are threats everywhere,” I started to explain.

“I can’t follow her because I am the King of the Silver Pack. I know that very well...” I continued, my

voice sounding more and more solemn until it was barely audible.

“If Arthur accepts the responsibility as the new King of the Silver Pack, the pack will be well protected

by him. And... I will be free to follow Chloe,” I told her, not even trying to hide the real reason for my

decision.

Seconds passed and Lyra did not say anything. However, her disbelieving expression spoke volumes. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Lyra understood that the driving force behind my decision was none other than Chloe, the one who

held my heart in her hands. She perfectly understood it. But being one of the guardians of the pack,

she had a lot of considerations.

As expected, Lyra broke eye contact and looked down. Then, she rubbed her forehead as if she was

having a terrible headache.

"But Blake," she protested softly, her voice laced with concern. "Are you sure this is the right path? The

pack relies on you, and your absence could have dire consequences."

“I know Arthur is competent enough to be an alpha. In fact, I would not say a lot of things if this

happened before the attack. But right now... we are in our weakest state. There are a lot of enemies

lurking in the shadow, just waiting for us to have a slip,” she said with a cold tone.

“Arthur is powerful, that’s a given fact. But the enemies are getting stronger and stronger. The pack will

feel safer with you around protecting us,” Lyra continued before once again meeting my eyes.

I could see the worry etched in her eyes, the weight of responsibility pressing upon her shoulders as

she grappled with the implications of my words. Just with the look in her eyes, I knew that she decided

to opposed my decision.

Seeing it, I let out a pained laughter.

Silence hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken thoughts. Lyra realized that her words had fallen on

deaf ears, that my determination to make Arthur as the new king was unyielding.

“If you help Arthur like what you are doing now, there would be no problem with the pack members.

The two of you have been protecting them with me. The members are fully aware of your powers.”

“There are a lot of times when the two of you moved on our own without my assistance. The power that

I possess indeed would help, but it is unnecessary,” I told her frankly.

Lyra’s frown turned deeper until she could not help but stand. Raising her voice, she told her,

"Blake, I understand your longing for Chloe, but have you considered how Arthur will react?" she

questioned, her tone filled with trepidation.

“We both know that he only follows you. He will not easily accept your decision! If both of you don’t

accept the position as the King of the Silver Pack, then what will happen to our pack?!” This time, Lyra

screamed.

If it was in the past, I would definitely engage in a verbal argument with Lyra. Both of us are headstrong

and don’t easily accept other people’s opinion.

But at that moment, I did not raise my voice. No, I merely looked at Lyra, the corner of my mouth

tugged upward in a melancholy smile.

“But Lyra, you should also know... I can’t... I can’t continue like this...” My eyes trembled as I met Lyra’s

eyes. Lyra, who was about to say something, immediately closed her mouth.

“Ever since she left... I feel like I can’t continue existing anymore. Lyra... even now when I am standing

in front of you, doing everything that I can to keep my strong facade, deep inside I feel like I am

melting...” I continued with a soft voice. Deep inside, I felt defeated. Desperate, helpless, and

completely defeated.

“Do you know? With each passing second that I could not see Chloe, inside me, my wolf howls in pain.

I can’t continue like this.” I said, my eyes flashing.

“Arthur was born as the only child of our alpha. He possessed all the qualities of an excellent alpha.

You and I both know very well how capable he is. He is more than ready to take the position from me

and protect the Silver Pack in my stead.”

“With you beside him, the pack will do very well. This is my trust and confidence to the two of us.”

“So I want you to help me. Lyra, help me convince Arthur to accept the position as the new King of the

Silver Pack,” I asked her.

Lyra visible trembled when she heard me. Raising both of her hands, she covered her face and let out

a grunt filled with frustration.

As the atmosphere grew heavy with uncertainty, the door suddenly swung open, revealing Arthur's

hasty entrance.

A surprised look appeared in Arthur’s eyes as he saw through our confrontation. Usually, he would

immediately leave upon seeing us like this. However, at that moment, Arthur did not go.

Instead, he stepped forward. And with his face bearing the weight of urgency, he hurriedly told us.

"Blake, Lyra," he uttered, his voice quivering with raw emotion.

"I receive news from the Red Moon Pack...”

The aura in my body immediately changed upon hearing him. From distress and melancholic, I turned

into frantic as I glared at Arthur.

“Hurry and say it!” I growled.

Arthur sent me a gaze and shook his head. Then, he said, “Chloe's father... he is no longer with us."

“Just now, I heard the news that he has passed away,” he repeated.

The room seemed to freeze, time standing still in the wake of Arthur's words.

Expound - I looked at Arthur. For a few seconds, I did not know what to say. That was, until my body

jolted. Then, without waiting for a second, I started to storm out of Lyra's office.

"Blake!" Lyra hurriedly called for me while she and Arthur hurriedly followed.

"Where are you going? Sit down and calm down first!" This time, it was Arthur who spoke.

However, I could not hear the two of them. My mind was only focused on one thing.

"Blake! What a damn second!" Arthur, who finally caught on me, held me by the shoulder and forcefully

stopped me from moving.

I stopped, feeling the force on my shoulder. But before they could react, with determination etched into

my every fiber, I turned to Lyra and Arthur, a solemn fire burning in my eyes.

"I must go to her," I softly declared, my voice filled with conviction.

"I must go to the Red Moon Pack."