A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Finished

When Kael Vale collapsed in a pool of his own blood, both Alpha Alaric and Luna Zara were stunned. They stood frozen at the threshold of the storage room, unable to process the scene before them.

Zara’s eyes welled up with tears almost immediately.

“He was perfectly fine this morning… How did things come to this?”

But as her sobs intensified, a sudden realization flickered across her face. Her weeping halted abruptly, and her eyes scanned the cramped, damp storage room–Riley’s former “bedroom.”

Instead of feeling guilty that Kael had once forced his sister to live in such squalor, her mind twisted the scene into blame.

“This is all Riley’s fault! That ungrateful girl kept provoking Kael–how could she do this to her own brother? If something happens to him, I swear I’ll never forgive her!”

Alaric, as if finally given a place to direct his rage, let out a furious snarl.

“That cursed girl! Since the day she returned to the Ebonclaw Pack, we’ve known no peace! Kael loved her- trusted her–and she repaid him by turning our home upside down!”

“She’s always been like this,” Zara added, voice shaking with fury. “A poisonous brat who brings nothing but misery. Look what she’s done now–Kael’s life could be in danger!”

Theo Hale’s jaw clenched. The rage bubbling in his chest was nearly uncontainable. Here Kael was- collapsed, bloodied, possibly dying–and these two could only think to curse Riley.

He stepped forward, shielding Kael’s body with his own.

“Enough! This isn’t the time to assign blame. Help me carry him–NOW!”

Without waiting for them to respond, Theo bent down and lifted Kael’s upper body with trembling arms. Alaric and Zara, startled out of their fog, stumbled forward to help. Together, the three of them got Kael

into the car.

Even during the frantic drive to Mooncrest First Hospital, the couple wouldn’t stop muttering curses against Riley. If not for the need to have someone present to sign for emergency surgery, Theo would’ve thrown them both out of the vehicle.

Inside the hospital, Ronan Duskcliff was wandering the dimly lit corridor, his head still wrapped in gauze. Insomnia had driven him out of bed, and now the sterile quiet of the ward weighed heavily on his shoulders.

The sound of rapid footsteps and urgent voices shattered the silence.

Two gurneys raced down the hall–he pressed back against the wall, watching them rush past.

The first figure was unmistakable: Kael Vale, unconscious, deathly pale, with blood crusted at the corners of his mouth. The second… Maddox.

There, outside the ER, stood Alaric and Zara. They paced like caged animals, radiating anxiety.

When they noticed Ronan’s approach, Alaric frowned, eyeing the gauze on his head.

“Alpha Ronan, what happened to you?”

“Just a minor injury,” Ronan muttered. “What happened to Kael?”

Alaric, his fury barely contained, snapped, “That damn girl Riley happened! Who knows what venom she spewed to Kael–he coughed up blood!”

“She’s already left the Pack, and she’s still cursing us from the shadows–absolutely vile!”

Zara chimed in with a sob, “She’s like a demon child, always bringing misfortune. We tried everything to help her, but all she’s ever done is cause pain. And now this… Now Kael might die because of her!”

Ronan said nothing. He stood in silence, his expression unreadable. But his eyes darkened as he absorbed every word.

Was this the truth? Or was it just another layer of the web spun by the Ebonclaw Pack?