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Zara\u2019s voice trembled with a grief so deep it cracked through her soul.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cWhat did I ever do to deserve this?\u201d she cried hoarsely. \u201cThirty years, Alaric. Thirty years of being your mate-did it mean nothing to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alaric Vale could barely shield himself from her fury. His legs, still broken and weak from the savage beating he had received days ago from Duke, hadn\u2019t yet healed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was the curse of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ever since the fight with Duke, Alaric had been unable to shift into his wolf. Something had snapped inside him that night-not just bones, but the fragile tether to his beast. Whether it was the brutal force of the injuries, a backlash from a spell cast during the scuffle, or a sign that his wolf had begun rejecting him after years of betrayal and moral rot-he did not know. All he knew was that when he reached inward now, there was only silence. His healing had slowed to a crawl, no better than a human\u2019s.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a werewolf who once wielded power with impunity, it was a terrifying weakness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, facing a storm of rage from the mate he had betrayed beyond redemption, he could only flail, helpless and cornered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cZara, enough!\u201d he choked out, arms waving clumsily in the air as her nails tore across his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she didn\u2019t stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The fire in her eyes had become a consuming inferno.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She leapt forward, her fingers clamping around his throat like steel traps.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get to live after what you\u2019ve done! You\u2019re a monster!\u201d Zara\u2019s entire frame shook with hatred. Her claws dug in deeper, her eyes glowing with feral energy, no longer the mate he once controlled-but a mother wolf driven by vengeance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alaric gasped, his eyes rolling back, lips turning blue. His tongue lolled from his mouth as his arms thrashed in the air. Oxygen fled his body with every second she held him, and panic twisted his body like a dying animal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside the hospital room, Riley stood silently, watching the unfolding chaos through the glass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had never seen her mother like this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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She had assumed Zara, broken as she was, would choose silence, or retreat. That she would\u00a0<\/p>\n
weep\u00a0<\/p>\n
behind closed doors, too proud to cause a scene.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now she understood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was no forgiveness in Zara anymore-only righteous fury.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s lips curled in a cold smile. Only when the blade cut your own flesh did you pain. And now, finally, Zara understood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
understand\u00a0<\/p>\n
Inside, Zara\u2019s face twisted in anguish. Her hands shook, but her grip remained iron-strong around Alaric\u2019s throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her world had crumbled into ruin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had never cared for money-she had always had plenty. But what she treasured most had been loyalty, love, her family.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Alaric had destroyed all of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her father? Poisoned by Alaric.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her son Kael? Framed and locked away, the key thrown into the abyss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her daughter Riley? Abandoned, unloved, replaced by a child not her own.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her own body? Harvested-violated-her kidney stolen, for Alaric\u2019s bastard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara\u2019s screams tore through the sterile air as she squeezed harder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alaric\u2019s vision darkened. His body convulsed violently, and he groped blindly around the nightstand-desperate for something, anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His fingers brushed metal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A fruit knife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Driven by primal survival, he didn\u2019t think. He just plunged the blade forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A wet, sickening shhk filled the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zara\u2019s scream pierced the room like shattered glass.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her body flung backward as pain exploded from her left eye. Blood sprayed across Alaric\u2019s face, hot and thick.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The knife had pierced her face-her eye.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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She fell hard to the floor, writhing in agony, her cries echoing like the last howls of a dying wolf. Blood pooled beneath her, her hands clutching her face as her body twisted uncontrollably.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alaric gasped for air, greedily pulling breath into his burning lungs. His chest rose and fell in ragged jerks as he blinked the blood out of his own eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he looked down at Zara, his breath caught in his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her left eye was gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The blade still jutted from the socket, and blood streamed through her fingers, down her arms, staining her hospital gown.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She writhed, screeched, pleaded in pain-a sight that would haunt any decent man.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Alaric Vale?\u00a0<\/p>\n
He felt only relief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And soon, calculation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He staggered back from the bed, muttering, \u201cIt-it wasn\u2019t my fault. She attacked me. This is\u2026 this is self-defense.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice trembled, but the panic in his eyes had begun to fade.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked down at the woman he had spent three decades pretending to love. Now lying in a pool of her own blood. And yet, in his heart, there was no sorrow. No regret. Only cold, twisted clarity.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After all, they were still legally mated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This? This would be brushed off as domestic violence. A tragic misunderstanding. He\u2019d get a slap on the wrist, maybe a lecture from the Elders-then walk free.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He would be fine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Zara?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was done.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wiped the blood from his mouth and opened his communication stone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d he said as the call connected. \u201cElira-come to my room. Now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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His voice was casual, almost bored.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat bitch Zara found out about us,\u201d he continued, lips curled in disgust. \u201cShe tried to kill me. I stabbed her in the eye. Bring someone to drag her out-I don\u2019t want to see her. Filthy thing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words spilled out of his mouth without a pause.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But across the room, Zara heard every word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Writhing on the floor, blinded on one side, she glared up at him, the only eye she had left burning with a hatred so potent it made the air feel colder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of a curse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlaric Vale\u2026 you will die in agony.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alaric laughed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He threw his head back and howled with cruelty, the sound shrill, inhuman. His bloodied face twisted in something resembling glee.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDie?\u201d he sneered. \u201cBitch, if it weren\u2019t for your shares in the pack council and what little name you still have, you think I\u2019d have let you live this long?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He spat on the ground, blood mingling with saliva.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were just a means to an end.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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