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Chapter 74 Power Sluit 2
<b>Chapter </b>74: Power Shift–2
William Rivers‘ face darkened with shame and anger. “My son,” he muttered, the words bitter on his tongue. “My mistake.”
Gerald’s face turned a dangerous bluish tinge, his aging features contorting with fury. “A mistake you made over twenty years ago that continues to haunt this pack! I told you to handle the situation properly when that woman came to you with her pregnancy.”
William flinched visibly under his father’s verbal assault. “I sent thern away as you instructed.”
“Away, not dealt with!” Gerald snarled, his wolf’s rage evident in his shing eyes. “And now look at the consequences of your weakness. Not only has your illegitimate son be our enerny, but the girl you and Katherine raised as your own has betrayed us all!”
Connor remained silent, observing the exchange with calcting eyes. His wolf paced restlessly within, eager for action rather than recrimination.
“You and Katherine failed spectacrly in raising that girl,” Gerald continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “What kind of parents create such a monster?”
William’s shoulders slumped under the weight of his father’s condemnation. “We gave her everything.” “Except boundaries, apparently,” Gerald snapped. “Now she’s allied herself with Frederick against her own pack. Against her own brother!”
Connor’s jaw tightened at the reference to his foster sister. The betrayal cut deep, but he pushed the personal pain aside, focusing instead on the strategic implications.
(Gerald’s POV)
I turned my attention to Connor, studying my grandson’sposed expression. Despite the chaos erupting around him, he maintained the steady control befitting an Alpha. My wolf approved, recognizing the strength of our bloodline continuing through him.
“What are your ns for dealing with Frederick?” I asked, my voice gruff with age but no lessmanding. Connor met my gaze directly, a sign of respect rather than challenge. “We’ve already begun dismantling histest project in California. It represents a significant investment of both time and resources.”
“The coastal resort development,” I nodded, recalling the intelligence reports. “A good target. It will cripple his operations in America.”
“We’ve arranged for permits to be revoked, investors to withdraw, and contractors to abandon the project,” Connor exined. “By the end of the week, he’ll have lost millions.”
I grunted in approval, but my wolf’s wisdom urged caution. “Frederick is unpredictable and ruthless. Don’t underestimate what he might do when cornered.”
“I won’t,” Connor assured me, his ice–blue eyes hardening with determination.
“You’re usuallypetent,” I acknowledged grudgingly. “But that impulsive act of shielding Olivia Winters from Vanessa’s attack nearly cost you your life. Silver wounds are no trivial matter.”
Connor’s expression remained impassive, but I could sense his wolf bristling beneath the surface. “I would
<b>Chapter </b>74 Power <b>Shift</b>–2
<b>make </b>the same choice again<b>. </b>
<b>“</b><b>Your </b>mate is important, but <b>you </b>risked the entire pack’s future with that <b>move</b>, I <b>growled </b>my authony, undiminished <b>by </b><b>age</b><b>. </b>“An Alpha must think beyond personal attachments.”
William shifted ufortably on screen, but wisely remained silent. This was between <b>me </b><b>and </b>my grandson
<b>now</b>.
“I understand,” Connor replied, his tone respectful despite the steel beneath his words. “<b>But </b>protecting <b>her </b>was necessary for the pack’s future as well as my own.”
I studied him for a long moment, weighing his words against his actions. My wolf recognized <b>the </b><b>truth </b><b>in </b>what he said–the mating bond between Alphas was not merely personal but essential to pack <b>strength </b><b>and </b>continuity.
“You need full authority to handle this situation,” I decided, my voice taking on the formal cadence of <b>pack </b>ceremony. “The limitations of your current position restrict your ability to respond appropriately to threats of this magnitude.”
Connor’s eyes widened slightly, recognizing the significance <i>of </i>my words. William stiffened<i>, </i>his wolf instinctively resisting what wasing.
“I, Gerald Rivers, Elder Alpha <i>of </i>the Rivers bloodline, hereby transfer leadership of the Rivers pack <b>to </b>Connor Rivers<b>, </b>my grandson and heir,” I intoned, the ancient words carrying weight beyond mere formality<b>. “</b>From <b>this </b>moment forward, he shall be recognized as the true Alpha of our line, with all rights and responsibilities
therein.”
The ceremonial words hung in the air, officially acknowledging Connor as the pack’s leader. William’s <b>face </b>tightened with resentment, but he remained silent, his wolf reluctantly submitting <b>to </b><b>the </b>inevitable. “William,” I addressed my son directly, “you will not interfere with Connor’s actions as long as they adhere <b>to </b>pack principles and legal boundaries. Is that understood?”
William nodded stiffly. “Yes, Father.”
I could see him consoling himself with the knowledge that at least the power remained within our bloodline. His pride was wounded, but he would adapt–he had no choice.
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