The Pack\u2019s Daughter\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 440\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ford\u2019s voice cut through the chaos like a blade of ice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t loud, but the weight behind it silenced the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Displeasure laced every syllable as he strode further int the grand ballroom. \u201cAnd here I thought this was supposed to be Matriarch Duskgrave\u2019s birthday celebration. When did it turn into Lady Seraphina\u2019s personal farce?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The nobles parted for him instinctively. No one dared block the path of the Stormridge Pack\u2019s Alpha Prince. His towering figure radiated dominance, his piercing gaze sweeping across the crowd before landing squarely on the disheveled, bloodied figure of Riley-still crouched low in her wolf form, fangs bared, breathing heavily over the nearly unconscious Seraphin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A silence thicker than smoke filled the hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lady Seraphina, however, seemed to have lost all reason. She broke into a shrill laugh, voice hoarse but triumphant. \u201cWhat farce? I merely caught this slut in the act! She seduced my husband-destroyed my family!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With one bloodied hand, she pointed directly at Riley. \u201cThis is the bitch who\u2019s been climbing into Ford\u2019s bed behind my back!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crowd gasped, some eyes darting toward Ford Dusgrave, who stood a few paces away, his expression ashen. He quickly stepped forward and clamped a hand over Seraphina\u2019s mouth. \u201cHave you lost mind?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
your\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice was low but furious. \u201cToday is my mother\u2019s eightieth birthday. This is a noble event-you\u2019re disgracing the Duskgrave name!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina shoved his hand away, her composure cracking into wild hysteria. \u201cDisgracing it? I\u2019m the Luna of this family! That she-wolf seduced you and ruined our harriage! Why shouldn\u2019t I expose her here, in front of everyone?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice echoed off the ornate walls, bouncing between the crystal chandeliers and long banquet tables.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Eyes turned once more toward Riley, whose wolf form still trembled with rage. Her snowy fur, streaked with blood and torn silk, was a stark contrast to the velvet and gold d\u00e9cor of the hall. Her ears twitched. Her lip curled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The tension was on the brink of exploding-again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then-\u00a0<\/p>\n
A colder voice slid into the room like poison.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did this celebration become about you, Lady Seraphina?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The entire hall seemed to freeze in place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina\u2019s body stiffened. Her eyes slowly turned-only to find Lucien Duskgrave standing at the edge of the crowd, the glass doors behind him still swaying from his entrance,\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Northern Prince.\u00a0<\/p>\n
14.56 wed,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 440\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was dressed in midnight black, his long coat soaked from the rain outside, silver embroidery catching the candlelight like steel. His jaw was sharp, expression nreadable, but his eyes-those infamous silver-blue eyes-were glowing with thinly veiled fury.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All the heat drained from Seraphina\u2019s face in an instant\u00a0<\/p>\n
Earlier, in her blind rage, she hadn\u2019t even considered whether Lucien would appear. She\u2019d been consumed with punishing Riley, desperate to reclaim some twisted sense of control.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now that Lucien was here, she felt as though she\u2019d walked barefoot into a blizzard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stumbled to her feet, trying to smooth her bloodied gown. \u201cL-Lord Lucien\u2026 of course the celebration is for the Matriarch. I-I was just trying to lighten the mood\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s expression didn\u2019t change. \u201cBy dragging a half-dead she-wolf through the halls and accusing her of adultery in front of fifty noble witnesses?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina\u2019s mouth opened, then closed. No sound came out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien turned slightly, his gaze flicking to Riley. His wolf eyes softened for a fleeting second-just long enough for those who watched closely to catch it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s not your threat, Lady Seraphina,\u201d Lucien said, voice barely above a whisper, but with the power of a command. \u201cYour insecurity is.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That struck deeper than any slap. Seraphina\u2019s face flushed red, then ghost-white. Ford stepped forward, as if to defend her, but one look from Lucien halted him in his tracks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve humiliated the Duskgrave family,\u201d Lucien continued. \u201cYou disgraced my grandmother\u2019s birthday. You led others in attacking an unshifted wolf in the middle of a formal gathering.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t raise his voice. He didn\u2019t need to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crowd had gone completely silent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s next words were cold and final. \u201cFrom this moment on, you are no longer recognized as the Luna of this Pack.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina staggered back as if struck. \u201cNo\u2026 you can\u2019t\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s expression was carved in ice. \u201cI already have.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Whispers broke out across the room like wildfire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ford looked as though he might protest-but Lucien turned to him too. \u201cIf you still wish to stand beside her, so be it. But know this: I will personally ensure she is exiled from Stormridge within the hour.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina collapsed to her knees.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Behind her, Riley finally shifted back. Her human form emerged from the glow of the transformation, skin pale, covered in wounds and bruises. Her dress was in tatters. Her hair was matted with blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And yet-she stood taller than any of them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Proud. Unbroken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 440\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes met Lucien\u2019s. She gave him a single nod-one that said everything and nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien crossed the room and draped a cloak over her shoulders, his hand lingering protectively on her back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s under Stormridge protection now,\u201d he said, facing the crowd. \u201cTouch her again, and you answer to\u00a0<\/p>\n
me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley Vale, once the forgotten daughter of the Ebonclaw Pack, now stood surrounded by royalty. Beaten but not bowed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And the first crack in the Duskgrave empire had just been made.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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