"We will return with you!"
Before Smith could elaborate further, he stepped forward decisively, cutting off any hesitation and declaring his allegiance to Alex.
"Smith!"
Number Six's eyes widened in alarm. She grabbed his arm, her voice laced with urgency.
"Number Six, we have no other choice."
Smith turned to her, his expression resolute yet weary. His deep sigh carried the weight of their dire circumstances.
Number Six clenched her jaw but fell silent.
He was right.
What other options did they have?
The Mogadorians—their most formidable enemies—had been slaughtered like helpless prey before this Earthling. Even their ultimate weapon, the monstrous Bloodthirsty Devourer, had been reduced to a lifeless husk beneath his fists.
Facing such an unstoppable monster, resistance was futile.
Yet, Alex was not so easily convinced. His lips curled into an amused smirk as he studied Smith with a penetrating gaze.
"You don't strike me as the type to surrender out of fear."
Alex saw through him. Smith was not a man who would bend the knee under mere intimidation.
But it didn't matter.
With absolute power on his side, any schemes or hidden agendas Smith might harbor were inconsequential.
"You're right," Smith admitted without hesitation. "I'm not submitting out of fear. I'm proposing an alliance."
"An alliance?" Alex arched an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Yes. We share a common enemy—the Mogadorians. Joining forces would be mutually beneficial."
So, Smith sought to wield him as a weapon—to borrow his strength and eliminate their mutual foes.
Alex's smirk deepened.
"And what exactly do you bring to this partnership?"
"Intelligence."
Smith's response was immediate. "I won't deny that we lack your raw power, but we possess critical knowledge about the Mogadorians—their strategies, their weaknesses. Number Six and I will also fight alongside you. This isn't a one-sided arrangement."
Alex considered this briefly before shaking his head.
"Not enough. I want the other half of the Sacred Stone."
Smith's expression flickered with tension, but after a brief pause, he countered firmly.
"Then I need something in return—help me locate the rest of my people."
For Smith, the Sacred Stone was merely a means to an end. If Alex could serve the same purpose, trading it was a fair exchange.
Finding scattered individuals across the planet?
For Alex, it was trivial.
Hank's Cerebro, once completed, would allow Emma Frost to scan the entire globe effortlessly. And even without it, Alex's superhuman hearing alone could pinpoint them with ease.
"Deal."
Alex agreed without hesitation.
A wave of relief washed over Smith, followed by a surge of exhilaration.
With such an unstoppable monster as their ally, the tide had finally turned.
For the first time in years, true hope ignited within him—hope that they could overthrow the Mogadorians and reclaim their people's future.
Extending his hand, Smith sealed the pact with a firm handshake.
The alliance was forged.
"So... we're allies now?"
Number Six blinked in bewilderment, glancing between the two.
Just minutes ago, they had been locked in a life-or-death struggle.
Now, they stood united.
The unpredictability of fate was staggering.
"Yes, Number Six. We're allies now." Smith smiled reassuringly.
"Selene."
Without wasting time on further pleasantries, Alex summoned his lieutenant.
Understanding his intent, Selene swiftly arranged accommodations for Smith and Number Six before delegating the remaining tasks to her subordinates.
Then, without delay, she assumed the role of Alex's personal chauffeur.
"Supreme One, time is of the essence. I'll be driving... aggressively."
Selene's warning was delivered with a rare hint of intensity.
"Do what you must."
Alex waved dismissively.
To him, speed was irrelevant.
Whoosh!
Before he could finish speaking, the Cadillac's engine roared to life, pinning him against the seat as the vehicle shot forward like a bullet.
Dust swirled in their wake as they vanished down the road.
Screech!
Thanks to Selene's near-suicidal driving—reminiscent of a professional racer—the journey that typically took an hour was slashed to a mere twenty minutes.
The car skidded to a halt before the towering gates of the ancestral castle.
"It's Selene!"
"The Supreme One has arrived!"
"Open the gates at once!"
Given the significance of the day—a pivotal moment for the entire clan—Kraven, the head butler, had personally stationed himself at the entrance to oversee the reception of esteemed guests from various factions.
Upon recognizing their Supreme One, his demeanor shifted to one of utmost reverence.
"Kraven, report."
Alex leaned out the window, his tone casual yet commanding.
"Supreme One, most of the clans have already assembled. The elders are currently hosting them. However... the Volturi have yet to make an appearance."
Kraven delivered his briefing with precision.
Alex nodded, unfazed.
The Volturi's arrogance was expected. As the self-proclaimed strongest vampire coven, their tardiness was a petty display of dominance.
But Alex couldn't care less.
"Understood."
With that, he stepped out of the vehicle, his presence alone commanding silence.
Kraven wasted no time, personally escorting Alex through the grand corridors toward the main hall.
At the entrance, the three elders—Marcus, Victor, and Amelia—stood in wait, having been alerted to his arrival.
As one, they bowed deeply, their voices unified in deference.
"Supreme One!"
"Supreme One!"
"Supreme One!"
Alex acknowledged them with a slight nod.
Swish!
The moment the elders paid their respects, every eye in the hall snapped toward Alex.
Murmurs erupted instantly.
This was the new Supreme One?
The successor chosen after Alexander's abandonment of the coven?
And—most shockingly—he was still human?
Unchanged?
"Is this a joke?"
"How can an untransformed human lead us?"
"Have the elders lost their minds?"
Whispers of disbelief and scorn rippled through the crowd.
Yet Alex remained unmoved, his gaze sweeping across the assembly with cold indifference.
The fools would learn their place soon enough.
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