You Want My Crown Fine Take the Trash Too (by Mountain River) novel Chapter 9

**Chapter 9**

The atmosphere in the Silvermoon pack’s council hall was thick with an unshakeable tension, a palpable weight that seemed to press down on everyone present. Donovan and I sat across from each other, our coffee cups steaming gently in front of us, yet the warmth of the drink did little to alleviate the chill in the air. Walter stood off to the side, his stance rigid and unyielding, resembling a statue carved from stone, his expression a mask of barely contained turmoil.

As the seconds dragged on, stretching into what felt like an eternity, the stillness was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps echoing through the hall. Two Gamma warriors strode in, their faces grim, dragging behind them the remnants of Falcon and Julia. The sight was jarring, a stark reminder of the consequences of their actions.

Walter’s expression shifted momentarily, a fleeting flicker of sorrow crossing his features as he caught sight of his son. But that brief moment of vulnerability evaporated almost instantly, replaced by an icy fury that radiated from him like a dark cloud. He didn’t rush to his son’s side; instead, he advanced with a fierce determination, gripping Falcon by the back of the neck with an iron fist, forcing his head to bow down toward me.

“Your disgrace,” Walter hissed, his voice a low growl laced with venom. “Apologize!”

The sound of slaps rang out sharply, echoing in the hall like gunfire, one after another landing against Falcon’s face. This was not a father’s reprimand; it was a brutal sentence being executed with ruthless precision.

“Do it! Apologize to Ms. Luneborn right now!” Walter barked, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.

Falcon, utterly shattered and devoid of any will to resist, could do nothing but endure the storm of his father’s wrath. His spirit seemed to deflate with each strike, a broken marionette with its strings cut. Once Walter had vented his fury, he turned to face us, his voice now tinged with a mixture of regret and desperation. “Lycan Chairman, Ms. Luneborn, I acknowledge my failure as a father. It is my shortcomings that have led my son to this catastrophic mistake.”

His words hung heavy in the air, laden with the weight of his guilt. “I’ve failed you both, as well as the grace and support you’ve extended to us over the years!”

Turning his gaze back to his son, he thundered, “You fool! Do you even grasp the magnitude of who you’ve offended? Do you have any idea how an Alpha is forged in the Silvermoon pack? Do you understand the sacrifices we’ve made to remain steadfast on this land?”

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