Dear readers, one might expect to think that while this was going on, Regan Zallenda might be rethinking the entire mess that he made and is ready to embrace the inevitable. But with him hiring an assassin to take out poor Carson (that completely bombed thanks to Bianca Albritton), ending up getting mercilessly beaten by the guards, and watching more and more of the prisoners getting pardoned by mating with a visiting Alpha or a reprieve from Ciara and her family (and sometimes both)...

Well, you already get the gist that Regan is still the pathetic pariah and the scorn of all mankind and the supernatural all around the world. And at this point, one should already tell that he is still making plans to kill Carson- the Moon Wolf created by the Moon Goddess and the son/brother of the Werewolf Kings Iain and Archer DuBauer.

"Fucking hell," Regan screamed angrily as he winced painfully while lying back down on his hard cot. "That Lainey DuBois was my only chance of making sure that I kept my status as the best-damned werewolf in the world and that Albritton whore screwed it all up."

"That's what you get," hissed a female's voice.

Regan looked up to see a svelte female with coffee-colored skin and dreadlocks as she (dressed to kill) was with a sleeping Beta wolf (who looked like he was being released). "And who the hell are you?" Regan growled.

"Watch it," shot Keith as his pregnant form (with his large red-headed mate- a werewolf from Biloxi) joined her. "This is Felicity Demorest and she's the Alpha Female from New Orleans. And I believe that you already met my mate Draco, one of the new pack warriors."

"Charmed," Regan said sarcastically. "I'm going to get my title back as the Alpha. Once I kill off Carson and all of you who support him, the whole world will see that I am the TRUE Alpha of this pack! Hell, I'll even go as far as killing his daddies and being king so I can kill all the omegas with my bare hands."

"Tut-tut," drawled a delightfully effeminate voice. "Dummy dearest, you are asking for trouble already."

All eyes whirled around to find a slender yet muscular young man with glowing blue eyes that matched his deep blue hair. He was dressed in only silk pants that hugged his frame and showed off his abs.  "Who the fuck are you?" Regan hissed.

"You can call me Thebes, you silly goose. I am the messenger of the Moon Goddess and the son of Hermes," the being replied. "I'm also a djinn. And you, my mutton-brained moose-head, are in a heap of trouble."

"And let me guess, the Moon Goddess isn't happy about what I did to that runt," Regan mocked.

"It's CARSON," the four wolves said in unison, all of them exasperated.

"A mutt's a mutt, in my eyes," Regan shot back.

"Oh, you ninny," Thebes tsked, clucking his tongue. "Anywho, your plans to kill him will be all for naught since you know that Carson Hadley is actually a Moon Wolf, created by his Mother the Moon Goddess."

"WHAT?!" Regan's eyes went as wide as silver dollars, his stomach dropping low while Anubis was cackling in his head.

"You heard me, dodo birdie. And you know what THAT means, do you?" Thebes said gleefully.

Regan dropped to the ground, ready to spew. "He can't be killed no matter how hard anyone tries," he deduced. "He's also Her next successor to rule the supernatural kingdom."

"That's right," Draco replied. "And you, idiot, could've been ruling with him as his husband. Well, look who's shook."

You gutless wonder, Anubis snapped angrily. I KNEW that this was going to happen. You're the biggest fool in the world for rejecting what could be the best thing in your life. I am SO out of here! Have fun with your life, you jackass!

"Anubis, NO!" Regan shouted, but it was too late. His wolf- the one thing that kept him sane- was gone forever. You see, a werewolf isn't complete without one's mate or wolf half. If the human counterpart doesn't measure up to the wolf's standards or does something foolish that is unforgivable to the natures, then the wolf would be free to find a new human host despite being born with the human.

Regan glared at the five, his eyes full of contempt and hatred. "This isn't over," he hissed. "This isn't my end."

"Is that so?" Felicity sassed, her eyes trained on the sullen young man. "With your wolf giving you the boot to find a stable human, you're basically a sitting duck with no title or claim."

"Preach," Keith replied. "Why was I blind to be his friend, I'll never know. First chance I get, I'm apologizing to Carson when he wakes up."

"Good," Draco replied. "Now, let's beat feet and get some sleep." With that, the mated pair followed Felicity and her newly-claimed mate out of the room, leaving Regan to deal with Thebes alone.

"You're sticking around?" Regan said dourly.

"Well, I just wanted to see how far the mighty have fallen," the djinn replied, sashaying around the cell as if he was working the runway for Fashion Week. "And I know that you're still wanting to kill the boy and claiming the title of Alpha again."

"I have no choice," Regan replied. "I was supposed to be the Alpha! It was MY birthright, not that whore I have to call my sister."

"Ah, but how can you claim something that's your birthright when it's not really yours at all?" Thebes asked. "Why bother chasing something that is meant for a TRUE wolf?"

Now Regan was confused. "What? Stop telling me riddles, djinn, and spit it out already."

Thebes' eyes lit up in glee. "Well, you ought to know the truth since you're doomed," he said. "You see, you imbecile, your parents didn't want you to have the title of Alpha. Why? It's as clear as daylight: Ciara is a pure Zallenda by blood. You? You're one by name only."

"WHAT?!" Regan screamed. "You lie, you little shit. Lies!"

Thebes covered his ears. "My ears," he whined. "And you heard me clearly, dum-dum. You're a bastard child- an adopted boy who was separated at birth from his twin, who's a REAL Alpha wolf by blood. And you were bitten at birth. So your claim to being an Alpha is null and void."

And that did it. Regan Zallenda's life was over. But he wasn't going to go down without a fight. "I'm going to kill him," he vowed. "Carson is nothing but trouble for me. I will get out of here and claim my revenge."

'Go ahead," Thebes replied, pointing to the now-opened prison cell door. "Everyone is fast asleep, even the guards. So you have time to make your escape. But it will all be for naught since you are a marked man. You'll soon face your death."

"Not if I can help it," Regan vowed as he slipped out of the cells and made his way out of the dungeon and out of the pack grounds.

Regan Zallenda was now a man with little to lose. The only thing on his mind was to kill Carson Hadley and fight for what's his, birthright or no.

Thebes sighed heavily. "I hope he doesn't mind roasting his balls in hell," he sighed. "Oh, well. His brother's no prize, either. Case of rum, case of rum and all of that jazz." And with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke.