The Villains Must Win-Chapter 180: Lyander Wolfhart 30

The sky hung low and heavy the next morning, as if the world itself were holding its breath.

Lyander stood at the heart of the Stonefang stronghold, flanked by shamans and elders, his wounds stiff beneath fresh bandages.

Despite the fatigue in his bones, his back was straight, his jaw set. Today would decide the fate of more than just himself. It would determine if his rebellion had the spine to rise.

Across the chamber, Alpha Kaius lounged on his stone-carved throne, fingers drumming on the armrest. His eyes—ice-pale and cutting—narrowed on Lyander like a wolf assessing an enemy. His wounds were worse and still healing.

The tension in the air crackled like a drawn blade.

"You expect an alliance," Kaius said at last, voice deep and deliberate. "But don’t mistake your little victory for a throne. You may have survived the ritual, gained the shaman’s blessing, and walked in here like some long-lost prince of the wilds—but I don’t forget who you are, rogue. You turned your back on pack life once. Why should we believe you’ll hold the line now?"

Lyander didn’t flinch. "Because Rhett won’t stop until every Alpha kneels—or dies. Because he’s not just after me. He’s after all of us who still value freedom. And if you think neutrality will protect you, then you haven’t been paying attention."

Kaius rose from his throne, towering and broad, a living mountain of muscle and menace. The wolves behind him bristled, some snarling under their breath.

But Lyander stood firm.

He could feel Liora’s presence near the doorway. She wasn’t permitted inside this sacred space, but he knew she was listening, heart racing, always tethered to his chaos like a thread of light.

Kaius circled slowly, like a beast weighing prey.

"I don’t like you," the Alpha said bluntly. "Never have. You’re too wild. Too unpredictable. You don’t follow rules—you break them. But I hate Rhett more. He’s a leech in wolfskin. A self-proclaimed ’Silver Alpha’ with a god complex, drunk on old bloodlines and an empire that died generations ago."

He stopped in front of Lyander.

"If he wins, we all lose. Our lands, our names, our right to lead our own. He’ll strip us down until we’re no better than his dogs—obedient, broken, controlled."

Silence pulsed between them.

Kaius extended a hand.

"You want an alliance? You’ve got one. But if you falter—if you turn or hesitate when the war begins—I’ll finish you even at the cost of my life."

Lyander clasped his hand without hesitation. "Deal."

As the pack began to howl in acknowledgment, the sound raw and primal, Lyander turned slightly—just enough to catch Liora’s silhouette in the corridor. Her arms were crossed, one brow lifted in approval.

Their eyes met. The connection between them didn’t need words.

=== 🖤 ===

The following months unfolded like the slow drawing of a stormfront—gathering momentum, swelling in silence before the inevitable crash.

Word spread across the northern territories: the rogue Alpha had earned the Stonefang’s backing. The winds shifted, and the packs began choosing sides.

Some bent the knee to Lyander’s cause, willing to stand against Silvermoon’s tyranny. Alphas long tired of Rhett’s manipulations found hope in Lyander and Henry’s rebellion. They came in ragged bands and regal entourages, bringing warriors, healers, and scouts.

Others remained stubbornly neutral—aging packs who wanted no more bloodshed, who feared losing what little they had left.

A handful—dangerously few, but deadly all the same—sided with Rhett. Promised lands, wealth, and elevated rank, they sold their loyalty like coin.

And amidst the chaos, Lyander and Liora grew ever closer.

He found her often in quiet places: the training yards at dawn, watching wolves spar from the shadows; the cliffside garden where moonflowers bloomed despite the cold; the old library where tomes written in half-forgotten runes waited to be understood.

"You read like you’re searching for an escape plan," he once said, leaning against the wall as she traced her fingers down a page.

"I read like someone who doesn’t want to die stupid," she replied dryly.

They shared sharp tongues and sharper silences. But beneath it, something warmer pulsed.

It was in the way Lyander’s eyes would soften—just a fraction—when he looked at her.

It was in the way Liora, who had once wanted nothing to do with werewolves, now stood beside them in strategy meetings, offering insight no one else considered. Human she might be, but she was no outsider anymore.

He taught her how to fight, how to read the signs of a shifting wind or a hunter’s trap. She teased him mercilessly, mocking his brooding silences and dramatic pacing.

But when she stumbled during a spar and twisted her ankle, it was Lyander who lifted her without asking. Who refused to let anyone else tend to her, even as he barked orders at the warriors still training.

"Alpha complex," she muttered, scowling at him from her seat on a rock.

He only smirked. "Or maybe I just like carrying you."

=== 🖤 ===

The battles hadn’t begun yet, but the war had already left its mark.

Scouts were captured. One allied pack was ambushed in the night, their Alpha’s head sent back in a black box.

Rhett’s influence seeped like poison, turning old friends into enemies with whispered promises and ancient grudges.

One moonless night, a lone emissary from Rhett’s camp arrived at their gates. He brought a parchment sealed with the Silvermoon crest—a final offer.

Surrender.

Bow.

Swear fealty and live.

Or die with the rest.

Lyander burned the letter in the firepit before the entire gathered host. His eyes gleamed gold in the flames.

"Let Rhett come," he growled. "Let him try."

=== 🖤 ===

In private, things were different.

Liora found herself staring at Lyander longer than she meant to. At the way his shoulders moved when he trained. At the quiet moments when the weight of leadership slipped, and he simply was—just a man trying to do the right thing.

One night, after a long strategy meeting that stretched past midnight, she found him on the rooftop overlooking the woods.

"You okay?" she asked, stepping into the breeze.

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