A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Third Person’s POV

Stormridge Pack – Duskgrave Estate.

Finished

Soft amber light spilled through the arched windows of the Duskgrave manor, casting warm glows across the garden path and bathing the stone courtyard in a peaceful glow. Inside the grand estate, Matriarch Duskgrave sat in her high–backed armchair, her expression tender as she looked at the young woman beside her.

“Riley, dear, your health is fragile. Go on up and get some rest,” she said kindly, voice gentle like falling snow.

Riley shook her head slowly, her fingers tightening slightly around the velvet of the armrest. “I’ll wait a little longer for Prince

armrest. “I’ll wait

Lucien.”

The old Luna’s heart softened. She had long grown fond of Riley–kind, quiet, strong despite all she had endured. Her eyes inadvertently dropped to the ring on Riley’s finger, and her smile brightened, deepening the wrinkles etched into her face.

That ring. It had once belonged to Lucien’s biological mother. For years, Lucien had guarded it as if it were a sacred relic. When he was a pup, he wore it around his neck with red thread. As he grew, he began wearing it on his little finger, never once parting with it.

Now, it was on Riley’s finger. That alone was proof–Lucien had made his choice. He’d chosen his mate, not out of duty, but with his whole heart.

“Well then, I’ll go up,” Matriarch Duskgrave said, rising with some effort and offering Riley a warm nod. “But don’t wait too long, child.”

“I won’t, Matriarch Duskgrave,” Riley replied softly, watching the elder disappear slowly up the stairs with the help of Mrs. Beck.

The living room fell quiet.

Riley curled up slightly on the plush couch, staring out into the night. Her thoughts wandered, far from the glowing hearth and the comfort of this new home.

Back at the Ebonclaw Pack manor–her childhood house–there had been no warmth. After school, she had returned to darkness. Not the kind that came from the absence of light, but the kind that came from being unwanted.

She would stand silently in the cold entry hall, too afraid to turn on the lights. No one greeted her. No one asked if she’d caten. She’d listen to the ticking of the clock and the silence between its beats, aching for someone to care.

It had been Mia, the elderly housemaid, who once left the kitchen light on for her. Just that small, quiet act had warmed Riley’s frozen heart. It was one of her few memories of tenderness in the Ebonclaw home.

Because she had once known what it meant to be forgotten, Riley now cherished every glimmer of care from the Duskgraves.

She wanted to wait for Lucien, like the fifteen–year–old girl who once waited by the door in winter, hoping someone–anyone -would remember she was there

Time passed slowly. The estate was hushed, peaceful. Only the grandfather clock’s ticking broke the silence, marking each minute’s passing with patient resolve.

When fatigue finally overcame her, Riley lay down gently on the couch, her delicate body curling into itself like a pup secking comfurt She closed her eyes, letting sleep pull be under

That was the sight Lucien Duskgrave turned heine to

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Chapter 193

Earlier that day, Caelum Knox had already relayed Maddox’s vile threats and taunts to Lucien. Duke had been there. They had both heard what Maddox dared say to Riley.

Now, seeing him half–dead and discarded like trash, Duke hesitated only for a second before calling Lucien.

Lucien’s voice dropped in temperature, like frost layering a blade. “Take him to the pack hospital. Don’t let him die.”

Duke paused. “You want him… alive?”

“Alive,” Lucien repeated. “But don’t let him live well.”

A chill crawled down Duke’s spine.

Then Lucien added lips curving into something cold and inhuman. “His legs are gone anyway. No point keeping them. Have the medics amputate.

Duke froze

Even over the call the silence rang louder than thunder. The very suggestion made his stomach twist

Still, far lowed his head instinctively “Understood. Alpha

He hung up

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