Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

After Cecilia left, my phone suddenly rangit was a call from Vicki.

I hit the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Oh, Ashley! You won’t believe the pathetic mess Blackwood Pack has turned into!” Vicki’s overly dramatic voice practically burst through the speaker, filled with a kind of amused glee. “Ever since you walked away, the whole manor’s been like a boiling pot of garbage! That Silvia–what a total disaster! The woman can’t even read a basic winter supplies list. And get this: last night, when there was an accounting mistake and everyone started questioning her, she just passed out right there in the Council Hall!”

I couldn’t help but wonder–was Silvia seriously using fainting as her one–size–fits–all solution to dodge her responsibilities? And Brian, as the Alpha of the pack, how had he not caught on to this by now?

“What did Brian do about it?” I asked, frowning slightly. “That tyrant is totally losing it right now!” Vicki scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “And to make things worse, that old hag Amara is seriously ill. Without you brewing those ridiculously complicated herbal remedies every day, her condition’s spiraled out of control. She’s bedridden, cursing everybody like it’s her favorite pastime. Plus, there’ve been three rogue wolf attacks at the border just this week! The defenses are falling apart, and everyone’s blaming that blind Alpha for chasing off the only capable Luna they had!”

Hearing all that didn’t bring me any satisfaction–not even a little. To be honest, I’d once hoped Brian would realize my worth, but not like this. I never wanted to see the Blackwood Pack fall apart. I spent three stable years there, and every corner of that territory feels familiar to me. The thought of rogues destroying it… it’s not something I want.

“Ashley? Are you still with me? Listen, I’m telling you all this, not because I want you to go back,” Vicki said, her tone laced with frustration. “I just think Brian needs to apologize to you face–to–face. After everything he’s done to you, he deserves this chaos. Let him drown in it!”

I nodded slightly, though Vicki couldn’t see me. If Brian truly needed help, he’d reach out to the alliance. “Let them figure it out themselves, Vicki,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “And as for Brian’s apology, it means absolutely nothing to me. My focus now is on planning my own future.”

“Exactly, girl. You‘ got to look ahead–I’ve got your back,” Vicki replied without missing a beat, though her tone shifted suddenly. “Speaking of which, you’ve been here at the Bloodmoon Pack for over a month now. So, what’s the deal? Anything brewing between you and Hebert?”

I remembered the argument I had with Hebert. His official, businesslike attitude–there was no point in expecting anything else from him. “Vicki, no matter what, I really don’t want to think about relationships right now. I’m just sticking to our agreement and doing what’s required.”

“I get it,” Vicki sighed. “But anyway, you’re still part of Blackwood Pack. You can always go back. If Briar tries anything, I’ll be the first to stand in his way.”

I hung up, feeling a wave of gratitude. At least I still had Vicki by my side.

Before I could even put the phone down, the screen lit up again. This time, the name displayed made my stomach clench painfully.

Amara Winter.

Brian’s grandmother. The former Luna of Blackwood Pack.

I took a deep breath and swiped to answer.

“Ashley, enough of this nonsense,” came Amara’s voice, hoarse but ringing with absolute authority, like a queen issuing decrees. “Blackwood Pack is in chaos right now. You’ve taught Brian his lesson, so pack your things and return to fulfill your

role as Luna.”

The sheer absurdity of her words gripped me like a punch to the chest. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

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It was obvious how desperate and angry Amara was. She used to be su composed, always playing the part of a dignified elder. But now, all her patience was gone.

“I can’t do it, Amara.” My fingers gripped the phone tightly, knuckles turning white with the strain. “I’m no longer the Luna of Blackwood Pack. The divorce agreement with Brian went into effect ages ago–remember? Thirty days, and it’s done. That position belongs to Silvia now. You should ask her to handle her responsibilities, not bark orders at me.”

“That pathetic, infertile mess has no right to it!” Amara’s coughs rattled through the line.

“This isn’t my problem,” I replied firmly. “Amara, I’m sure the ‘strong Alpha Brian‘ can figure it out. Remember what he said about me? That I was useless.”

What followed was a furious roar from the other end of the phone, her words ripping into me with venom. “You selfish, heartless woman! Do you think hiding out in Bloodmoon Pack means you’re safe? You don’t care about the pack that once saved you—you’re nothing but a traitor! No wonder your uncle cast you out back then.”

Her words were like poison vines, coiling tight around my throat, trying to choke the fight out of me.

Enough. If she wanted to be nasty, I didn’t owe her patience. I’d already sacrificed enough for Blackwood Pack.

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“Amara! You’re unbelievable!” I shot standing as I shouted into the phone. “When Brian humiliated me in front of everyone, trampled on me like dirt, brought woman* back to the manor to shred what was left of my dignity–did anyone care about how I felt? No! And now, you’ve messed up the pack and want me to come back and clean it all up for free? Forget it! Go to hell!”

“You’ll pay a heavy price for r your arrogance today, Ashley!” Amara’s voice turned sharp, like a dagger dipped in venom, stabbing straight into the most fragile corner of my soul. “Never forget who you are! You’re nothing but an OMEGA without a wolf spirit! Do you really think Hebert will keep you forever? Dream on! With your status, you’ll never truly become the Bloodmoon Pack’s Luna. And your uncle? He would never accept you either. If you can’t be grateful to the Blackwood Pack, no pack will ever truly take you in. You’ll be abandoned, unloved, and die alone like some pathetic stray, lost in a desolate

wasteland!”

The call ended abruptly,

I stood frozen in fronet with the cold, lifeless beep of the hang–up.

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f the desk, every drop of blood in my body seemingly drained in an instant. Amara’s cruel words echoed

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