A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Riley’s POV

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My gaze was empty, unfocused, until it finally sharpened–and landed on him.

Ronan Duskcliff.

Hatred surged through me like a predator breaking from its cage. I didn’t bother hiding it; my lips curled in disdain.

“I don’t even have enough time in this life to hate you fully,” I said, my voice cold as frost over a grave.

His face drained of color, his mouth trembling. “You… hate me that much?”

“Yes!” I snapped, the growl in my chest almost slipping past my human voice. “I hate you! I wish you’d die-”

Because if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be like this.

I wouldn’t be half–crippled, my wolf poisoned and caged, my body decaying from the inside out.

And now–now I finally knew why.

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Just few minuts ago, the truth had been shoved into my hands in the form of sterile hospital paper and cold, clinical words.

Alpha Alaric had poisoned me.

Eight years ago. On the very day he brought me back.

I could still see it if I closed my eyes–my younger self stepping off the transport, thinking my nightmare was finally over. Thinking maybe, just maybe, the Alpha of the Ebonclaw Pack had forgotten what I truly was.

But he hadn’t.

He’d smelled my wolf instantly, hidden beneath the prison soap and stale air. And instead of chains, he’d given me something far worse: wolfbane.

Not enough to kill me–no, that would have been too merciful. Enough to rot me slowly from the inside, its venom lying in wait, patient as a viper.

Eight years. Eight years of a slow death ticking away inside me, and I hadn’t even known.

I thought my weakness was my fault. My failing. But it had been him all along. Him, and the cruelty of letting me believe I was free when he’d already set the hourglass running out.

If I hadn’t been thrown into prison back then, I would have gone to Ashmoor Academy like I’d dreamed.

Five years later, I would have graduated, taken a good position, built a life with pride.

And if I’d met Lucien Duskgrave then, I wouldn’t have felt so small, so unworthy.

I finally liked someone–truly liked someone–and yet I couldn’t stand at his side.

Couldn’t give him a future. Couldn’t even give him myself.

Hot tears burned my eyes and slid down my cheeks before I could stop them.

Why is my life this cursed? Sometimes I wish I’d never met him at all-

Because then I wouldn’t have to endure the ache of knowing we could never last.

Revenge was supposed to feel good.

It didn’t

No amount of blood or justice could piece my body back together.

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“Ronan Duskcliff,” I said, my voice low and sharp, “don’t ever show your face to me again. I despise you.”

It hit him like a blade between the ribs.

Those three words–I despise you–kept echoing in the air like a cruel chant.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, crushing me into his arms as if he could fuse my body into his.

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“Riley, don’t do this to me… please,” he begged, his voice shaking. “I love you. Hit me, curse me, anything–just give me one more chance.”

I shoved at him, but he only held me tighter.

My gaze stayed fixed on the far end of the hospital corridor. People passed by, some staring at us with curiosity or pity. I couldn’t care less.

Then, in a sudden burst of desperation, he grabbed my hand and slammed it against his own face.

“Hit me,” he gasped. “If it makes you feel better, keep hitting me.”

I stood there, unmoving, my hand limp in his grip.

His voice cracked, and the sound was almost feral. “If I’d known what my actions would do to you–how they would shorten

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your life, tear you apart–I never would have…”

Too late.

Always too late.

No matter how he clawed at the past, it wouldn’t change. He had set the trap, and now I was rotting in it.

He kept forcing my hand to strike him again and again.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

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The sharp sound echoed down the hall, drawing more stares.

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Red marks bloomed across his pale skin, but I felt nothing.

I was no longer the girl who could feel anything for him–only the poisoned wolf, counting down the days until her body gave out completely.