A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

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Andi froze for a beat. Then he shot the driver a venomous glare before slamming the passenger door shut with an exaggerated huff. With a pout, he stomped around the car and dropped into the back seat, arms crossed and brimming with indignation.

The car rolled forward, smooth and silent as a panther, but the tension inside was palpable.

Andi kept stealing daggered glances at Riley, his nose ever so slightly wrinkled in dramatic disapproval. Riley, in turn, could only offer a helpless smile, unsure whether to laugh or sigh.

Duke cleared his throat and spoke with the authority of a Beta trying to herd a particularly unruly pup. “Andi, cut the attitude. Tonight, your only job is to protect Miss Riley’s look. She needs to be flawless. You’re the only one Alpha Lucien trusts with that.”

Andi straightened, smoothing an invisible wrinkle in his sleeve. “Of course. If I’m involved, she’ll stay radiant through a hurricane, much less a highborn feast.”

Riley couldn’t help but chuckle at his flair, the tension easing. “Thank you, Master Andi. Truly. I wouldn’t have made it through tonight without your help.”

At that, Andi’s posture softened. His lips quirked upward, though he tried to maintain his usual high–and- mighty front. “Hmph. At least you have taste. You stick to what I say, darling, and you’ll outshine every Luna–in–waiting in that banquet hall.”

Outside the tinted windows, the world blurred into streaks of silver and gold as the Duskgrave convoy sped through the city. Soon, the great black Lycan–class Rolls–Royce glided toward the Grand Celestia Hotel–the most luxurious venue in the Northern Territories.

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The vehicle shone like obsidian under the morning light, polished to perfection, its family crest of the Duskgrave Pack etched into its side in shimmering silver.

The moment the car halted at the entrance, attention shifted.

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The air rippled with interest as heads turned. Alphas, Betas, and highborn daughters of noble packs paused mid–conversation to watch.

The driver exited first, his motions crisp and respectful, opening the rear door with a smooth, trained hand.

First to emerge was Andi, who stepped out with all the theatrical grace of a purebred show wolf. His hips swayed, his eyes glittered, and he clearly reveled in the stolen glances from passersby.

But the main event had yet to appear.

Duke rounded the vehicle with elegant precision and extended his arm, posture perfect, his bearing that of a warrior–escort assigned to royalty.

A pale, slender hand emerged from the car, and the murmurs around the entrance silenced instantly. Every breath stilled.

Then Riley stepped out.

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Chapter 116

And it was as if the moon herself had descended.

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Golden sunlight bathed her figure, gilding the delicate tendrils of hair that framed her face. Her long gown shimmered like morning mist over rose petals–soft, ethereal, and achingly graceful. The sheer layers of the dress fluttered with each breath of wind, trailing behind her like a living aura.

Her every step was elegance–neither rushed nor hesitant, but purposeful and poised, a she–wolf raised from ashes to stand among kings.

Her brows were smooth arches of dusk, her eyes luminous pools that held both tragedy and resilience. Her lips, touched with the hue of wild roses, curled into the barest smile–enough to steal hearts and silence.

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Gasps rippled through the gathering crowd.

Not a single whisper stirred the air.

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Beside him, his wife’s expression was more complicated.

Zara Vale frowned, arms crossed tightly. She felt no joy at seeing her daughter looking so well. No pride. Only bitterness.

Since Riley had vanished, their precious son Kael had fallen apart. Booze, fights, and humiliation became his norm. Zara had spent sleepless nights worrying–for him.

Not for the daughter she’d cast away.

And now, to see Riley reemerge not in chains but in silk, adorned in jewels and glory, was too much.

Before anyone could stop her, Zara stalked forward–shoving through the gathered nobles–and raised her hand in a high arc.

With a snarl, she struck.

A sharp crack echoed at the entrance.

Gasps followed.

“Riley Vale!” Zara screamed, voice sharp and venom–laced. “You ungrateful little witch! We’ve suffered while you waltz around like royalty! Your brother nearly died because of you!”

For a heartbeat, silence stretched, taut and electric.

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