A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Riley’s POV

I saw it the moment his eyes dropped to my left hand–the ring.

A simple obsidian band, snug on my middle finger. Lucien’s promise.

And just like that, Maddox snapped.

His knuckles turned white where they clutched the arms of his wheelchair, the metal creaking beneath his fingers.

“What the hell is that ring?!” he growled. “Are you engaged?”

Finished

His voice climbed into a snarl, pure territorial rage. “Who the hell gave you permission to bond with some stray male?!”

His eyes burned, pupils dilated like a wolf ready to shift.

“Your heart should belong to me. Only me. I’m the one who can make you happy–not him. But no–while I was crawling through hell, you went and opened your legs for another mutt!”

“You’re disgusting! A low–born she–wolf in heat, missing a kidney and still this damn desperate for a mate?! First Ronan Duskcliff, and now this bastard? Tell me, Riley–how many males have you slept with? Huh? Tell me!”

His words dripped venom, filthy and rabid. He spoke like I was his property–his possession.

If this had been months ago, maybe I would’ve burned with shame, maybe even rage. But not today.

Today, I felt nothing but a frigid kind of clarity.

I glanced at the ring again. A tail ring that Lucien had worn once–now resized and resting on my hand. A symbol.

And just to spite Maddox, I leaned into Caelum’s arm, wrapping myself around him like I belonged there.

“That’s right,” I said sweetly, letting the words drip with triumph. “We’re together.”

Then I rested my other hand gently on my stomach.

And I’m pregnant.”

His breath hitched like someone had punched the wind from his lungs.

The word pregnant struck harder than a silver blade. I felt Caelum go rigid beside me, probably dying a little inside–but he stayed silent.

(Stars help him, he better play along.)

But Maddox?

He crumbled.

He looked like someone had gutted him and left him to bleed in the snow.

His lips parted, then closed again–no sound came. Just a strangled wheeze. His eyes turned wild, bloodshot, locked on my belly as if he could burn a hole through it with hate alone.

“You…” he gasped “You’re shameless!”

3:53 PM P P .

He raised his voice, desperate, like volume could drown out the rising panic clawing at his insides. But his voice shook.

He already knew.

I leaned in, dropped my voice to a deadly whisper.

“Your tuition, your luxuries, every overpriced shirt, every brand–name coat… That was me. I funded your precious reputation. I bled for it. I worked three shifts and scraped every coin just so you wouldn’t have to suffer.”

“And what did you do with it?” My voice cracked with disgust. “You used my money to play rich boy on campus, chasing praise, chasing power–and worst of all, you used it to spoil Scarlett. Gifts, lies, fake promises. All with the blood money of the girl you abandoned.”

His shoulders slumped. The proud posture crumbled.

I could see it–the flicker of memories flashing in his head. The nights he flaunted his wealth. The fake smiles from classmates. The lies.

He thought it was all him.

Now he knew better.

And the shame… it settled on him like a curse.

Good

Because that’s all he ever deserved.

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