Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 259: krivan’s order

On the other side, in the Temple...

"High Priest Krivan, I’ve done everything you asked. They found out my name is behind it all, so... what are the next orders?" Ras said.

Ras was a priest—his name was the one Meyer had told Silas, claiming he was the mastermind.

But in truth, the real mastermind behind everything was Krivan. He just didn’t want Silas to know what he had done, so he shifted all the blame onto Ras, who was merely a priest.

Krivan was standing there with his eyes closed, because he knew today was Silas’s performance day.

"I don’t like seeing him with those bastards. That’s why I’ll have to do something to ruin this evening."

Saying that, Krivan walked straight into the dungeon, where Liro was tied up—bruised and bloodied after being severely beaten by Krivan.

In the end, under all the pain, Liro had confessed everything: that Theron was his son, and the truth about Theron’s special blood.

Krivan kicked Liro in the face to make him regain consciousness, and when Liro finally woke up—

"You bastard! You’re here to torture me again? Don’t you feel any shame?" Liro shouted.

"I have good news for you," Krivan said coldly. "And it’s a one-time opportunity—run away with your son, and I won’t kill you."

Liro’s eyes widened. "What?!"

"Yes. I’ll take you to your son. Just announce in front of the world that he’s your son—not the prince of the Bloodfang Pack. He’ll come to you on his own. And after that, I’ll let you go."

Liro agreed quickly—he was a greedy man, after all.

On the other side...

just as Silas and Lysander’s performance began and Silas said his first line, before Lysander could speak, the mic started malfunctioning.

Static noises interrupted everything, making it impossible for the audience to hear what either of them were saying.

The audience began shouting that they couldn’t hear anything. Both Lysander and Silas froze on stage, looking around, confused—they had no idea what was happening.

And just then, Liro stepped onto the stage with a mic in his hand.

Silas’s eyes widened in shock when he saw him. Lysander’s did too.

"What the hell is this motherf*cker doing here?" Lysander mumbled in anger.

Everyone was shocked to see Liro on the stage. Damon and Theron recognized him the moment they laid eyes on him.

Immediately, the guards started moving toward the stage—but as they tried to get closer, they were all forcefully pushed back.

Krivan was standing at the front of the stage, right in front of Damon, using his black magic powers.

"My dear son, Theron," Liro said into the mic, his voice echoing through the stunned silence.

"Why are you living in the Bloodfang Pack and leaving me alone in the temple?"

Silas knew Liro had started bullshitting again—just like last time—claiming that he was Theron’s real father.

Everyone looked at each other, confused. Were they talking about the Theron they all knew, or another Theron altogether?

"The Bloodfang Pack has only three princes," Liro announced into the mic.

"Because their fourth son, Theron, is my son—not theirs. They’ve been lying to you all these years! Their son died... and the leader of the pack kidnapped my newborn son, brought him here, and claimed him as his own!"

Theron stood up from his seat—he couldn’t take it anymore. But before he could step forward, Damon stood up first. He pushed Krivan aside and stormed onto the stage.

And just then, Kael suddenly burst out from the audience. He ran straight toward Krivan, tackled him to the ground, and began punching him nonstop.

As Liro saw Damon stepping onto the stage, he grabbed Silas’s hand and yanked him close, pressing a knife to his neck.

"Don’t come any closer," he snarled—and then, without warning, he threw a few drops of Theron’s blood onto Damon.

"Don’t move from your place until I tell you to."

And just like that, Damon couldn’t move—not even an inch. It was as if his feet were glued to the stage.

Watching this, Theron realized immediately: Liro had used his blood—that’s why Damon was frozen. It meant Theron had to step in.

Liro backed away slightly, still holding the knife against Silas’s neck, his eyes now locked on Lysander.

He was planning to throw Theron’s blood on Lysander next, to paralyze him too.

"You—don’t come closer either, or I’ll kill this omega!"

But hearing that, Lysander scoffed. Instead of looking at Silas—the hostage—he looked straight ahead,

"I think," Lysander said coldly,

"you should worry about yourself, Theron’s so-called father... because the person you’re holding hostage is actually your real dad."

"What about him?" Liro glanced at Silas.

And at that exact moment, Silas struck—driving his elbow hard into Liro’s stomach with full force.

Liro doubled over in pain, the shock loosening his grip just enough for Silas to break free.

Silas quickly grabbed the mic. "Everyone, listen! These people are from the temple—they’re only here to ruin the peace between the Bloodfang Pack and the other packs!"

The packs watching the performance live were stunned. But then Theron stepped onto the stage—and the resemblance between him and Liro was undeniable. It was clear Liro was his biological father.

People began whispering, eyes shifting, doubt spreading. Many started to believe that maybe Theron was Liro’s real son. Pity grew for Liro... while anger started brewing toward the Bloodfang Pack’s leader.

When Liro saw Theron, his face lit up.

"Theron, my son—you’re finally here!"

But instead of responding, Theron tackled Liro to the ground and started hitting him, furious and relentless.

Liro took the hits for a while, letting Theron vent his rage—until suddenly, he punched Theron in the face, hard, and shoved him off. Then he climbed on top of him, ready to fight back.

Liro leaned close and whispered, just loud enough for only Theron to hear:

"Theron... should I tell everyone over there that he is your mate? That this whole show tonight was rigged so he would win?"

He smirked, watching Theron’s reaction.

"From his very first drama until now—you’ve set everything up. You gave money backstage, to companies and directors, just so he could get work. And now, with one decision from you, his whole career... can be either ruined or saved."