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Scarlett put on her best mask of worry, her voice trembing as she stepped forward and tugged gently at Lady Seraphina Duskgrave\u2019s sleeve.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLady Seraphina\u2026 she\u2019s my sister. Her name is Riley Val Maybe-maybe there\u2019s some misunderstanding\u00a0<\/p>\n
here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing this, the fury in Seraphina\u2019s eyes only intensifie\u00a0<\/p>\n
So this shameless hussy was Scarlett\u2019s sister? That made everything worse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett had long been her confidante. Ever since they grew close, Scarlett had frequently, almost innocently, spoken of being mistreated and bullied by her elder sister.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina had already harbored distaste for the infamous Riley Vale. But when she realized the same woman who had once dared raise her hand against Scarlett was now also the one in the photo Matriarch Duskgrave had sent her husband\u2013it was as if oil had been poured onto an open flame.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She loathed Riley Vale with every fiber of her being.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And she knew Andi.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That flamboyant little peacock might act harmless, but he was one of the North\u2019s most sought-after stylists. Some of the Stormridge Pack\u2019s most iconic looks had come from his hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Though stylists like him were impossible for most to book, the Duskgrave family could get anyone. Yet today, it wasn\u2019t Lady Seraphina he\u2019d dressed-it was Riley\u00a0<\/p>\n
The rage twisted in her gut like a curse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Was that old bat, Matriarch Duskgrave, really so disappointed in her after all these years? Seraphina had been married to Lucien\u2019s father Ford for over two decades, living under the weight of judgment, enduring cold glances and hushed rumors. And yet, she had never won the matriarch\u2019s favor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now\u2026 this?\u00a0<\/p>\n
That woman was grooming a new Luna-a young, fertile one.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A replacement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes dropped to Riley\u2019s flat stomach. She imagined her swelling with his heir.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her vision went red.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t bear it. Wouldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No woman would give the Duskgrave bloodline an heirf she couldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That right belonged to her-and her alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She hadn\u2019t been barren by choice. It was that cursed bra Lucien-only five years old when he pushed her down the stairs, ending her pregnancy and her womb ia single, vicious moment. The doctors said it had been an accident.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She knew better.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He had taken her child.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She would not let Riley give him another.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a scream that was more beast than woman, Seraphina lunged forward and grabbed Riley by the hair, yanking her head down hard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think flicking your little tail will make men crawl after you?\u201d she shrieked. \u201cI\u2019ll teach you what happens to whores who mistake lust for power!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley gritted her teeth, pain shooting through her scalp. She grabbed at Seraphina\u2019s hands. \u201cLet go! I don\u2019t even know your husband!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But no one was listening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Andi tried to intervene but was instantly surrounded by a pack of feral Lunas. They scratched at him with manicured claws, drawing blood across his cheeks and arms until his face was streaked with crimson.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBack off!\u201d he shouted. \u201cDo you even know who she is? She belongs to Lucien Duskgrave! If you touch her again, he will bury you and your pack with a single command!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice boomed down the corridor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everything went still for a second.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And then\u2026 Seraphina laughed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A loud, manic laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe belongs to Lucien? My stepson? The one who hasn looked at a single woman in thirty years suddenly has a little Omega pet?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes gleamed, wild and unhinged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you\u2019re good,\u201d she hissed, pulling harder. \u201cBut not good enough.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crowd surged again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Insults flew like daggers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFilthy bitch!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBedwarmer!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGold-digging mutt!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley fought to stay on her feet, but Seraphina\u2019s grip was ruthless. Someone slammed a heel into the back of her calf-sharp, merciless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stumbled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thud.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She hit the ground hard, her knees slamming into the marble floor with a sickening crunch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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