A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

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Ronan Duskcliff’s mind buzzed wildly, bloodshot eyes burning with fury and confusion.

Unable to direct his anger at Riley or his own family, he unleashed it mercilessly upon Scarlett and Alpha Alaric.

“It’s all your fault-”

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With a savage punch, Ronan sent Alpha Alaric sprawling to the ground. Without hesitation, he turned on Scarlett, raining down fists and kicks.

“Wretched bitch, die, die, die…”

Scarlett’s cries filled the room, desperate and broken.

Caden Blackthorn’s protective rage ignited instantly when he saw his daughter being beaten. He lunged at Ronan to stop the assault.

But Ronan was a powerhouse, his strength amplified by the storm of emotions inside him. He overwhelmed Caden with brutal force, pinning him to the ground in a relentless barrage.

Dean Elira Blackthorn’s heart shattered witnessing the chaos. She stepped forward to aid Caden, only to be kicked aside by Alpha Duskcliff.

Alpha Duskcliff’s paternal instincts waged war against his sense of order–he couldn’t just stand by and watch his son destroy everything.

The room descended into total chaos–a primal pack fight with no clear leader or order.

Tears streaming, Dean Elira glanced pleadingly at Alpha Alaric.

“Alaric, why are you still looking at those damn papers? Help Caden!”

But Alaric’s mind was a blank storm.

When Ronan had slammed him to the floor, Alaric caught sight of the scattered documents. Now, holding them, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Black ink on stark white pages spelled out a brutal truth.

Scarlett was not the daughter of Alaric and Dean Elira.

The boy from abroad was not his blood.

Both children belonged to Dean Elira and Caden.

More shocking still, Caden was not Elira’s brother but her husband–they were legally mated.

Elira used a magic potion to hide the scent of her matched mate.

Suddenly, Alaric recalled a cryptic warning from Theo Hale at the Duskgrave estate gate.

The one who betrayed him was not Luna Zara, but Dean Elira.

Red–rimmed eyes blazing, Alaric stepped deliberately to Dean Elira, voice trembling.

“Elira, explain yourself!”

Alaric, his anger simmering dangerously close to eruption, froze at her words.

Their eyes met, and in hers, he saw unwavering sincerity and a love that never faded.

Elira sighed deeply.

Alaric, don’t you see? Today is a trap Riley and the Duskgrave pack set for us.”

“Riley hates what happened to our daughter. She forged those documents to turn you against me.”

“You cannot fall for it. If we tear ourselves apart, we’ve played right into her paws.”

“My feelings for you have never wavered–you know that better than anyone.”

“I’m the Dean of Mooncrest’s Hospital now. Many successful wolf have tried to win me, even some young wolves barely in their twenties, eager to claim me as their own. But I’ve turned them all away.”

“Isn’t that proof enough of my heart’s loyalty to you?”

Her words cut like the howl of a lone wolf under a blood moon–sharp, clear, and impossible to ignore.

Dean Elira reached out, taking Alaric’s hands in hers, eyes softening with genuine affection.

“Together, we’ve survived pack wars, betrayals, and bloodshed. We won’t let a ghost from the past tear us apart now.”

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