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Because Dean Elira Blackthorn desperately clung to life, she schemed relentlessly to seduce Alpha Alaric, causing Riley to lose a kidney, be separated from her true daughterhood, and even dragging her son into a legal nightmare that landed him.
behind bars.
Luna Zara’s mind was fracturing–torn between tears and laughter, her expression unraveling into madness.
“Alaric, you always claimed marrying into the Ebonclaw Pack was a humiliation,” she spat bitterly, voice trembling with rage, “How does it feel now? Betrayed by the woman you loved?”
“You abandoned your own flesh and blood for another’s daughter. You sent Riley to prison, turned her into a prisoner of labor. You drove the Ebonclaw Corporation to bankruptcy, funneling every penny you cashed out straight into Elira’s accounts. You even dragged your own son into this mess–making him a legal scapegoat for sins he never committed.”
“Alaric, you’re truly the model ‘husband‘ and ‘father, aren’t you? Hahaha-” Luna Zara’s bitter laughter cracked like ice.
With fury, she tore the documents in her hands to shreds and flung the pieces like cursed offerings onto Alaric’s broken form.
The shredded papers drifted down like ashes, covering the once–mighty Alpha now reduced to a crippled husk.
Each word Luna uttered was a dagger, mercilessly driven into his heart.
Alaric had come to Ebonclaw University with a singular goal–to make
a
name for himself.
In the years before meeting Elira, despite the shame of being an outlander married into the pack, he had enjoyed comfort- wealth, status, a devoted wife, a brilliant son, and the power of the Ebonclaw empire.
Now, those old slights from his father–in–law seemed trivial compared to the humiliations inflicted by Elira, Caden Blackthorn, Scarlett, and the rest.
Alaric was drowning in grief, wanting to atone, but unable even to form words.
His sorrowful eyes locked onto Riley’s.
This time, his remorse was genuine.
He had been so wrong–catastrophically wrong.
Had he known he’d lose everything and be left paralyzed, he would have gladly endured endless nagging from the old Ebonclaw patriarch.
His gaze was the most sincere it had ever been.
If he could stand now, he would kneel at Riley’s feet without hesitation.
If he could speak, he would humbly beg for her forgiveness.
But even these humble wishes were beyond him.
He was nothing more than a puddle of broken flesh, slumped helplessly in his wheelchair.
Ever since losing her hearing, Riley’s vision had sharpened remarkably.
One glance was enough to read Alaric’s tortured thoughts.
Apologies? Regrets? Redemption?
Ma
She wanted none of it.
These were just pathetic attempts to soothe broken egos, clinging to life after losing everything
Had there been any other way, Alaric would never have bowed to her.
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Riley’s past was scarred by his cruelty.
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Why should she forgive the one who wounded her so deeply?
She did not just refuse forgiveness–she believed Alaric’s punishment was too mild.
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Her hatred burned hot for Alaric, Kael Vale, Scarlett, Luna Zara, Dean Elira, Caden Blackthorn, Maddox, and Ronan Duskcliff.
They were the executioners who deliberately hurt her for Scarlett’s sake.
As for Ronan’s parents, Riley felt no hatred but no warmth either.
Their cruelty was not for Scarlett, but for Tessa of the Blackmaw Pack.
Riley’s sharp gaze swept the room.
No one dared meet her eyes—each bowed in shame.
Her voice was calm yet resolute as it landed on Alpha Alaric.
“You showed me no mercy, but I will show you no injustice. Return to where you came from.”
Alaric’s pupils dilated in panic.
What did she mean?
Was she sending him back to the mountains?
No, he would never return.
The savage Rogue clans there were merciless.
Once a proud wolf who left the wilds in glory, he was now a disgraced beast, a laughingstock among his kind.
Returning would drown him in whispers and scorn.
“Ahh… Riley, please… don’t do this. I am your father…” he whimpered.
But Riley’s words were merciless.
She was sending him to the Rogue gathering grounds.
A place he had once attacked with brutal force–now, a death sentence awaiting him.
For Alpha Alaric, the wild would be a harsher prison than any cage.
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