Chapter 344\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kael\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside the hospital room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Theo and I ran into each other head-on. He didn\u2019t bother hiding his annoyance. \u201cI\u2019d advise you not to go in there. She\u2019s pissed off, and if you walk in now, all you\u2019ll get is yelled at.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer. My eyes locked on the hospital bed through the narrow glass window. Riley\u2019s frame was so small, so bruised, it was like staring at the aftermath of a war. My wolf growled low in my chest, a restless thrum of fury.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s she doing?\u201d I asked, my voice hoarse from everything I hadn\u2019t said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Theo scoffed. \u201cShe had enough energy to argue with me, so I\u2019d say she\u2019s fine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he paused and looked at me more seriously. \u201cWhy did your dad beat her like that, anyway? That was\u2026 excessive.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I clenched my jaw but didn\u2019t speak. I couldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing my silence, Theo kept poking. \u201cWhat, was it because she hurt Scarlett or something-?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t talk nonsense,\u201d I cut him off sharply, the words like a whipcrack. My brow furrowed deep, my entire body tense.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t?\u201d he pressed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t,\u201d I repeated coldly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, alright.\u201d He raised his hands and backed off. \u201cI\u2019ve got stuff to do anyway. You should go home and get some rest.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t respond. I just kept staring at Riley through the window like I could somehow reach her across the glass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a long time before I finally turned and walked away, my steps as heavy as my heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment I stepped into the kitchen of the Vale estate, I caught the scent first. Not just the lingering aroma of herbs and wolfberries in a tonic, but something sharper-burnt pride, fear, and old blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mia stood stiffly near the counter, her eyes wet, hands clenching a cloth that had long since stopped wiping anything. Across from her stood Scarlett, holding a porcelain bowl of tonic. The steam curled upward like smoke from a wildfire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew what it was. I\u2019d smelled it yesterday in Riley\u2019s hospital room. The same tonic Mia made to help her\u00a0<\/p>\n
recover.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett always said she hated it-bird spit, she called it. Said it made her gag.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now? She was guarding it like a prize.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cThat\u2019s for Riley,\u201d Mia said. Her voice was calm, but I could hear the quake in her chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett snorted. \u201cYou forget your place, Mia. You\u2019re a servant. This isn\u2019t your decision.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My jaw clenched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mia stayed quiet, but I saw the fury in her. She didn\u2019t say it, but I could feel it in her scent. She was reliving everything Riley had suffered-the orphanage, the prison, the injuries, the missing finger. The fact that she had to beg for her own recovery.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And here Scarlett was, holding that bowl like it was a trophy. Like Mia hadn\u2019t spent hours preparing it before dawn.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gripped the railing at the top of the stairs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
CRASH.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A vase exploded against the marble floor below.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett shrieked. Zara and Alaric jumped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was already descending, each step slow, deliberate. My boots echoed like war drums.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s smug smile vanished. She clutched the bowl tighter, shrin back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I reached her, snatched the bowl from her hands, and hurled it at the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It shattered, herbal broth splattering across tile and cabinets.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett screamed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were smiling,\u201d I said coldly, staring into her widened eyes. \u201cWhat was so funny?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I wasn\u2019t!\u201d she stammered, grabbing onto Zara\u2019s arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara turned pale. Alaric\u2019s expression darkened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t smiling?\u201d I challenged, stepping closer. \u201cSo I imagined it? The same way Riley imagined being framed? Imagined being beaten until her bones cracked? Imagined carving off her own finger in this very house?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned to Zara. \u201cYou knew Scarlett hated that tonic. You knew Riley needed it more than anyone in this house. And you let her have it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara\u2019s mouth opened, but no sound came.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s your daughter!\u201d I snapped. \u201cShe\u2019s your blood.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face crumpled. Tears welled in her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 344\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finishes\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you really cared, you\u2019d be in that hospital room right now, not babying the girl who damn near drove her sister to suicide.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alaric growled, low and warning. \u201cThat\u2019s enough. You forget who you\u2019re talking to?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI know exactly who I\u2019m talking to. An Alpha who let his daughter rot in prison. A Luna who let her scream in silence. And a so-called sister who steals from her while she bleeds.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My voice was a snarl now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara shook her head. \u201cKael\u2026 you\u2019re out of line.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I hissed. \u201cThis whole pack is.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned, stormed out the door, and slammed it behind me. But in my chest, I carried the weight of Riley\u2019s silence. And I knew this wasn\u2019t over.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was just beginning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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