Shifted Fate (Amy) novel Chapter 595

The Betrayed Boys 595 Summary

In this chapter, the protagonist is confronted by the Elder Council and their guard, Omega, who enter his office with suspicion and disdain. The council members, all older men, question the legitimacy of the protagonist’s claim to pack lands, expressing disbelief that a pack could be operating there since it was believed to be wiped out and the lands were not officially given out. The protagonist calmly presents a forged email from the King, Rowan, which supposedly grants him the pack lands, but the council is skeptical and hostile.

The council members accuse the protagonist of stealing wolves from other packs, but he firmly denies this, explaining that his pack is still rebuilding and that all his wolves are free. The tension escalates when Yarrow angrily insists that the redistribution of lands was never agreed upon, while the protagonist remains composed, pointing out the official documents he has to prove his claim. The council is also disturbed by the fact that the pack has been renamed Silver Oak, linking it to the protagonist’s family history.

As the confrontation continues, the protagonist’s preparedness and knowledge unsettle the council. When Yarrow lashes out about the King’s silence, blaming it on the King’s new mate, the protagonist feigns ignorance to learn more. The council reveals that the King has refused to share information about his mate because the council tried to force him into a bond, and one member cynically admits they would have killed her if given the chance. The chapter ends with the council’s hostility and the protagonist’s strategic calmness highlighting the ongoing power struggle.

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Chapter 595

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A sudden knock echoed through the room, and the door creaked open. “Alpha…” The words hung in the air as the council, accompanied by their guard—an Omega—stepped back respectfully, bowing before the Elder Council members entered the office.

Tawny light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wood and leather chairs. I raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic smile tugging at my lips. “Come in,” I said, gesturing toward the few chairs I had arranged. One by one, five men filed inside. I curled my lip in mild disgust, quickly masking it with a cough when I noticed there wasn’t a single woman among them.

Nix scoffed from behind me. “You’re surprised?” Megan, wrapped snugly in our magic, snorted quietly. “Please, Amy, they parade around in their nine-hundred-year-old cloaks, screaming progressiveness, yet they carry the arrogance of old men who haven’t changed a bit.”

I coughed again, though I waited patiently until everyone had taken their seats. Crossing my arms, I leaned against my father’s desk and said, “You’ll have to forgive me—I wasn’t expecting you, and none of you have ever been properly introduced to me.” My voice was calm but firm. “What can I do for you, gentlemen?”

One of them smirked. “Forgive our intrusion, but rumors have reached us of a pack operating within these pack lands. We were confused. As far as we knew, this pack was wiped out, and these lands had never been reassigned.”

“Councilman…?” I prompted, waiting for a name.

“Silas. I’m Councilman Silas,” he replied.

“Councilman Silas, I apologize for any misunderstanding.” I slid open the top drawer and pulled out a freshly printed, carefully doctored email from Rowan. “I had assumed the King informed you when I left Oakenfang that I requested my father’s pack lands. Since I am the last living member of Silvermoon—and an Alpha.” I pushed the paper across the desk. Another council member snatched it up quickly.

“This has to be forged,” he growled, shoving the document back toward Silas.

“Calm down, Marcus,” Silas said smoothly, taking the paper and scanning it before passing it along. Marcus glared at me, growling lowly, but I ignored him. I studied the six council members carefully. I recognized Theo, Evan, and Yarrow from the assembly. Thinius was dead. Now I knew Marcus and Silas’s names—so that made all of them.

The paper made its way around the room until Evan tossed it back onto the desk with a scoff. “This is ridiculous. Rowan doesn’t make any decisions.”

I arched a brow at Evan’s harsh words, feigning innocence. “Is that so?” I let my mouth fall open in mock surprise.

Silas chuckled. “I assure you, it’s not. Rowan is the King.” The others snorted derisively, but I noticed Silas’s jaw tighten. A flicker of disagreement passed between him and the others. That might prove useful.

Silas looked around the table before tapping the printout. “It seems he granted you the pack lands, but where did you get the wolves?”

Theo growled under his breath. “Several Alphas have come to us with troubling reports of their pack members disappearing.” I fought the urge to laugh. They were accusing me of stealing wolves.

I leaned back, crossing my legs. “I can assure you, I have not stolen any wolves from other packs.” I waved my hand dismissively. “As you must have seen when you entered the pack house, I have only a shell of a pack. We are rebuilding. But more importantly, as you also saw, all my wolves roam freely, doing as they please.”

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