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Third Person’s POV
The moment Zara realized the full extent of Alaric’s deception, her rage erupted like a volcano long kept dormant.
Had she still been in the dark, she might’ve agreed to his plan without question. Might’ve foolishly believed his concern for family. But now that the veil had been torn away–now that she knew he had schemed against her for years, drained her trust, her love, her blood–and now intended to use her wealth to rescue the bastard child he’d made with his mistress ?
Zara’s fury exploded.
Her face flushed crimson, eyes burning like wildfire, her aura igniting with the raw, untamed energy of a mother wolf pushed beyond the brink. She looked every bit the Luna she once was–powerful, wrathful, and ready to kill.
With a sharp thrust, she rolled her wheelchair forward and slammed to a stop right before Alaric.
Without a word of warning, she raised her arm and struck him hard across the face.
The sound of the slap echoed in the cold, sterile room like a whip crack.
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“You bastard!” Zara screamed, her voice raw, her words trembling with grief and betrayal. “You lied to me for decades ! You took my father from me, had my son imprisoned, destroyed my daughter’s life—and you even stole one of my kidneys! Now you want me to pay for the freedom of the brat you made with your mistress? You sick, vile mutt! I should rip your throat out right now!”
Her voice hit the walls like lightning, and her arms flailed, claws bared like a she–wolf gone feral. The pain , the betrayal, the years of silence–all of it erupted in a torrent of violence.
The hospital lights above flickered stark and pale. Zara’s once–groomed hair now fell in wild tangles. Her eyes were bloodshot, wide, feral–no longer the gentle Luna, but a grieving mother, a betrayed mate, and a woman on the edge.
“You soulless dog!” she shrieked. “You brought ruin to everything we built. You tore our family apart!”
She launched herself forward, arms like talons, trying to rake his face open.
Alaric winced as her nails dug deep, sharp lines of blood appearing across his cheeks. He grabbed her wrists, but even in a wheelchair, Zara fought like a rabid alpha. Her strength shocked him–her madness terrified him.
“Zara, have you lost your mind?!” Alaric bellowed, staggering back.
Zara laughed–a shrill, broken sound that didn’t resemble laughter at all. “Yes! Yes, I’ve lost my mind!” she screamed, her voice trembling with raw hatred. “You stole everything from me! My family, my body, my soul! And now you dare to ask what’s wrong with me?!”
Alaric froze for a moment. There was something in her eyes he hadn’t seen before.
Awareness.
She knew.
Somehow, she had found out the truth about the past –the secrets he thought buried, the blood he thought washed clean. But quickly, he composed himself, forcing confusion into his features.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said smoothly. “You’re not making any sense.”
That did it
Zara’s rage soared past the breaking point.
With trembling hands, she pulled a bundle of documents from her lap and hurled them in his face .
“This!” she spat. “This is what I’m talking about You bastard–read it! You really thought I’d never find out?”
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Alaric caught the papers instinctively and glanced down. As his eyes scanned the words–bank transfers, medical records, forged signatures–his face drained of color.
He staggered backward like a man struck by lightning.
All his careful lies.
All his buried sins.
All of it was there, spelled out in black and white. Undeniable. Inescapable.
Zara stared at him with eyes full of heartbreak and disgust.
Thirty years. She had given him her youth, her love, her loyalty. She had forgiven him again and again, even when their daughter disappeared under suspicious circumstances. Even when Kael was sentenced for crimes she now suspected he never committed. Even when her health declined mysteriously after childbirth.
She had stayed silent.
Stayed loyal.
But this–this was the end.
“You-” Her voice cracked. “You never intended to protect me. You never loved me.”
Then her voice dropped into a whisper , so soft it sounded like the last dying flicker of hope.
“So that’s why… all these years, you never marked me.”
Her voice broke on the last word.
“You said it wasn’t the right time, that you were waiting. You said it was because we were already mated in spirit. But it was all lies, wasn’t it? I wasn’t worthy enough. I was just… convenient.”
Alaric didn’t answer.
He couldn’t.
Because it was true.
Zara’s tears spilled freely now, but there was no weakness in them–only fury. Her sorrow was a storm. And he was standing in its eye.
“Beast!” she screamed.
Like a wild she–wolf, she lunged again, claws ripping down his throat and neck, tearing open the skin. Blood poured from his wounds, seeping into the collar of his hospital gown.
“You took my father! You took my son! You took my daughter!”
Lach ory came with a fresh blow, her hands leaving long, red trails down his flesh. Her strength came from agony, and there was no stopping her now.
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