A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Third Person’s POV

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The bitter feud between Luna Zara and Alpha Alaric had become the most talked–about scandal in Mooncrest Medical Center.

In her fury and hunger for revenge, Luna Zara had dragged every sordid truth into the open–how Alpha Alaric and Dean Elira Blackthorn had been entangled for years, how Scarlett was not his true–born heir, and how Caden Blackthorn–Alaric’s “driver“-was in fact Elira’s own brother by blood.

Theo Hale, however, knew nothing of Caden’s true identity. He still believed the male to be Elira’s actual younger brother.

That was why, when he caught sight of the “siblings” tangled together in such depravity inside a parked car, the sight had nearly stopped his heart. Disgust rose like bile in his throat, his wolf pacing and snarling within.

Theo Hale was a male of unshakable principle, one who despised violations of bloodline law with every fiber of his being.

Clamping a steel–strong grip on Caden Blackthorn’s arm, Theo didn’t hesitate–his fist drove forward in a brutal arc, connecting squarely with the Omega’s face.

The blow landed with a sharp crack, and Caden’s head snapped back as blood burst from his nose.

Without breaking stride, Theo’s leg whipped upward, his boot slamming mercilessly into Caden’s groin.

A guttural cry tore from the Omega’s throat. He crumpled, curling in on himself, both hands cupping the injury as his breath came in ragged gasps.

Alpha Alaric’s fury ignited instantly. He shoved Luna Zara aside, bellowing, “Are you out of your damned mind?”

Ignoring the claw marks raked across his face, Alaric turned toward Caden with frantic urgency. “Caden, are you hurt?”

In his mind, Elira and Caden were bonded by a tragic sibling devotion–orphans from youth, surviving by relying on one another. He still clung to the romantic notion that Caden had sacrificed his own education, working from an early age so that Elira could finish her studies.

If Elira ever learned that he had failed to protect her brother, she would be devastated. Scarlett, too, respected her uncle deeply–always quoting the old saying, “A mother’s brother is second only to the father.” Alaric had agreed wholeheartedly.

To him, Caden was a rare gem of a brother–in–law–over forty, still single, having forsaken a mate and pups of his own for the sake of his sister and niece.

Now, Alaric snarled at Theo Hale, his voice dripping with venom.

“If you’ve damaged him–if he can’t sire pups because of you–you and I will have a reckoning you won’t survive!”

Theo’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. His gaze on Alaric was the kind one might give a complete fool.

“You still have the nerve to worry about him? I saw him rutting with your mate with my own eyes. Maybe worry about your own damn dignity first.

At first, Alpha Alaric’s mind rejected the accusation outright. But something in his expression shifted, as if an unpleasant thought had taken rool, His gaze swung sharply toward Luna Zara, and the fury in his eyes burned hot enough to blister.

You’re a disgrace. A she–wolf who won’t tend to her den or raise her pups, but runs off to rut like a common stray–you make me sick to look at.”

Lunja Zara’s chest heaved, her hands trembling as rage and regret tangled inside her. How had she ever been blind enough to choose this male–a deceitful, venom–tongued cur–over her own pride? He had betrayed their bond, abandoned Riley to an orphanage, and then, with no shame, dragged home the little whelp sired with his mistress, forcing Zara to raise her for two

12:24 AM

Mia stepped out, her expression unreadable, voice cool as she said, “Weren’t you here to see Alpha Lucien?”

The air outside froze, tension spiking.

Alaric’s eyes lit briefly with triumph. He tore Luna Zara’s grasp from his sleeve–only for his brows to knit when he realized it wasn’t the Alpha Prince himself but a mere servant Mia.

“You old crone–what are you doing here?” he sneered.

Mia gave no answer, only meeting his gaze with a depth that was impossible to decipher.

Alaric’s pride prickled. She was nothing but a servant–how dare she look at him like that? He nearly barked at her, but the thought struck him that they stood on Duskgrave ground, and any insult to a servant here would be an insult to Alpha Lucien

himself.

So instead, he exhaled sharply through his nose. “Caden, let’s go.”

Caden’s breathing had steadied somewhat, though pain still shadowed his features. As he pushed Alaric’s wheelchair past Theo Hale, Caden shot the healer a glare sharp with unspoken warning.

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