Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 91- Swirling Thoughts

Chapter 91: Chapter 91- Swirling Thoughts

DAMON

I had managed to get to my study but I was still thinking about lots of things snf couldn’t concentrate at all.

The illness seemed to be weighing me down, dragging me into something I didn’t. It wasn’t the thought of not being a werewolf that was bothering me but the fact that I knew my son was out there and he would probably be the only person to help me but—

I sighed as I took a document containing some of the packs but even as I flipped through it, it didn’t seem to make sense in my eyes. The words appeared to be hazy and dancing before me in watery black ink.

The night was awfully quiet, and the quietness hung in the air like a thick, moping fog. Months ago, this might have been the start of preparation for a banquet but now it seemed as if a rogue pack had attacked us and everyone was in mourning

I could still remember those good old days, the glory of the pack, and the memories though warm and roisterous, did little to ease the weight pressing on my chest.

I was no longer the strongest Alpha everyone thought I was and I was damn sure that everyone must have heard what happened. And I feared that my reputation would stand the test of time.

I thought about the pack that I had led them through numerous battles, kept them safe from adversaries both external and internal, and earned their respect.

But last night Mark had shattered that respect with a single, poisonous comment.

A challenge that cut deeper than any physical crack ever could. And even though I pretended it didn’t, I was hurt more than anything.

He’d dared question my leadership, my strength, my position worth as the Alpha.

I was angry at his choice of words and I couldn’t simply let it slide. No, not at all. If I was still the same Alpha Damon everyone feared I could have taught him a lesson or two but I was still the same Alpha Damon just that I had no time for cowards like him.

The firelight dances in the distance, casting long shadows that begin to stretch toward me like dark hands.

I exhaled, Mark had been grim in his taunts, calling me weak, insulting me for letting my illness get the better of me.

His words struck something hard that I had tried to ignore for months. My body, formerly unyielding, now betrayed me at every turn making me feel and look like a hopeless weakling.

Every day, I felt it more — my strength draining down, my senses dulling, my vision blurring. The complaint that had taken root in my bones was grim, and no amount of restraint could stop it.

But I couldn’t show it. Not yet.

Carlos and Daniel had been by my side since all this had started, their presence was a quiet support in the beginning of Mark’s challenge.

They had seen it all — the way Mark had pushed me, the way I had held my ground, indeed as my own sickness hovered to undo me. But I hated weakness and wasn’t going to show. Not to my pack. Not to anyone.

Both Carlos and Daniel had come to discuss something with me tonight.

Carlos spoke first, his voice steady and low like he’d been reading my mind. " You handled yourself well. But Mark’s not just trying to tear you down. He’s sowing seeds of misunderstanding and war. He’s trying to get the pack to question you. "

I turned my head toward him, meeting his eyes. " I know, " I said quietly ." I’ve seen it. The way some of them look at me, like they’re staying for me to fail. I guess most of them knew what had happened."

Daniel stepped in also, his usual calm replaced by something more critical.

" It’s not just about you, Damon. It’s about the future of this pack. You’re fighting a battle on two fronts now — against Mark, and against time, but if you ask me, it’s just a crack, they’ll see it If you show any sign of weakness. And once that happens, no one will see you as the alpha. "

I took a deep breath, letting the words sink in. The future of the pack. The future of my people. I had spent time building this, shaping it, and now it was all at threat.

Not just from external conflicts, but from within. Mark wasn’t just testing me he was testing my leadership. My very resoluteness.

Everything was quiet and seemed harsh as I bowed my head and tried to think of other things.

Everything seemed distant. I felt detached, like I was no longer part of it all, no longer part of the good things I was supposed to get.

All I could concentrate on was the weight of the crown on my head. The responsibility that had formerly felt like an honor now felt like a shackle. It wasn’t just my physical body that was deteriorating it was my confidence, my capability to lead.

" We’ll handle it, " Carlos said, his hand compactly resting on my shoulder.

" We won’t let this get to you. Show them who you are. Remind them why you’re their Alpha. "

I nodded though the weight of his words pressed down on me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I had no choice. I couldn’t let Mark’s challenge get to me.

I couldn’t let this pack — my pack — see me as anything lower than what I had always been. Strong. Unyielding. Unbreakable.

" We’ll make sure of it, " I said, my voice growing firmer with each word. " I’ll show them that I’m still the Alpha. And Mark will learn the consequences of challenging me."

Carlos and Daniel exchange a brief look, their silence heavy with understanding.

They knew what was at stake as much as I did. This was no longer just about one fight. It was about everything I had built. And everything I could lose.

The night stretched on, and the sounds of the

war of thoughts grew fainter as I went back to my room, preparing for what lay ahead. But, I would face Mark. And I would face the pack. And I would remind them — remind myself — that I was Damon Torrence, and no one would take that from me.