A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

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Caden knew the only option left was to escape–take his mate and daughter away from this nightmare as fast as possible.

Caden’s mind sharpened with resolve. Without hesitation, he swung a fierce punch toward Duke.

But before his fist could land, Duke’s iron grip clamped onto Caden’s wrist. With brutal force, Duke twisted, wrenching Caden down onto his knees with a sickening crack.

A sharp, gut–wrenching scream tore from Caden’s throat as his shoulder dislocated. Power instantly shattered.

trained from him, his resistance

reach him,

Dean Elira Blackthorn’s heart clenched at the sight. She moved to help Caden Blackthorn, but before she Duke delivered a merciless kick to her abdomen.

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Pain exploded through Elira’s body. She doubled over, clutching her stomach, curling into a tight ball on the cold floor, writhing in agony–helpless to rise.

Duke sneered, swiftly plucking a strand of Caden’s thick black hair.

Without pause, he strode over to Alpha Alaric.

Alaric’s eyes flashed with pain and fury–he struggled to resist–but Duke’s cold voice cut through the chaos,

“This is the price for defiance. You saw it with your own eyes.”

Alaric’s body trembled, realizing the futility of struggle. Reluctantly, he allowed Duke to pull a strand of his hair.

Next was Scarlett.

Though Lucien Duskgrave’s men had shaved her head recently, her hair had just begun to regrow at the sides.

Scarlett’s entire body shook violently, terror flickering in her eyes as Duke yanked three strands of hair from her scalp.

All the strands were handed to Dr. Theo Hale.

“Doctor, the task is yours now,” Duke said curtly.

Theo Hale, who had witnessed this brutal display, stood stunned.

The truth behind Riley’s abandonment to the orphanage was far more cruel than he’d ever imagined.

At just twenty–three, Riley had endured a lifetime of unrelenting pain and betrayal.

How could Alpha Alaric–his own blood–treat his daughter with such merciless cruelty?

To think Alaric had once spat harsh words at Riley, the only sane soul left in the Ebonclaw Pack, made Theo’s blood boil with guilt.

He cursed himself for trusting the twisted tales spun by Kael Vale and Scarlett instead of seeing the truth with his own eyes.

Taking the hair samples, Theo spoke with solemnity, “Give me an hour. I promise I’ll uncover the truth clearly.”

As he turned to leave, a sudden grip seized his ankle.

Looking down, Theo found Dean Elira Blackthorn crawling toward him, desperation etched into every line of her face.

“Don’t go, she gasped hoarsely.

Theo’s gaze hardened with disgust.

With a powerful shove, he cast her aside and strode toward the exit.

Elira, frantic, crawled forward, shouting, “I’m the dean! If you disobey me, I’ll have you fired immediately!”

Theo halted mid–step, a sardonic smirk curling his lips.

She bolted toward the door, only wanting to escape the nightmare she found herself trapped in–every second longer was unbearable.

Scarlett’s fear wasn’t for Riley, nor for the Ebonclaw revelations or even her own bloodline’s betrayal.

No the true terror was Lucien Duskgrave.

The memory of his ruthless hand at Matriarch Duskgrave’s birthday still haunted her.

That man was no ordinary Alpha prince–he was a predator forged of ice and shadows.

Every enemy of Riley had paid a brutal price–fingers severed, faces disfigured, teeth shattered in savage battles.

Lucien’s wrath even shattered his own father’s spirit, leaving the elder broken and haunted.

Scarlett could not bear to imagine what monstrous vengeance Lucien would unleash next, all in the name of protecting Riley.

She shuddered–knowing the black forest held darker secrets than any could imagine.

Five years ago. Tessa, had been lured deep into the shadowed woods–a trap laid by Rogue wolves.

There, beneath the ancient trees‘ cold, watchful eyes, Tessa had been ambushed and left battered, her howls swallowed by the night.

That forest was no place for the weak.

Now, faced with Lucien’s iron justice, Scarlett’s instinct screamed to run–flee the pack, flee the wolves.

But she knew better.

The forest belonged to the strong. And soon, all would be revealed under the blood moon’s gaze.

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