Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Ashley’s POV

The symphony in the hall was already playing. The banquet had officially started for a full twenty minutes! But! there was still no sign of Hebert! I gripped the critical business proposal in my hand so tightly that my stomach twisted painfully with anxiety. I came here tonight carrying an important mission for the Bloodmoon/Pack. But out there, facing those arrogant and unfamiliar top Alphas from across the alliance without Hebert personally guiding me, I wouldn’t even be able to step into the edge of their social circle. No one would bother to listen to me

Just then, the brass doorknob of the lounge clicked softly. I shot up from my seat, rushing towards the doorway with hope.

“Oh, thank God, Hebert, you’re finally-

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My voice caught abruptly in my throat. The person standing there wasn’t Hebert at all.

It was Paul–my uncle and the current Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack.

And standing just half a step behind him was an older woman with silver hair and a worn–out expression. Winona Elder, my father’s most trusted Beta back in the day. “Oh, my dear Ashley! My little niece!” Paul’s deeply wrinkled face twisted into an overly dramatic, syrupy smile that made my stomach churn. He spread his arms wide and strode toward me, pulling me into a suffocating hug. “By the Moon Goddess! You have no idea how much I’ve missed you! I’ve prayed every single day for your safety!”

I shoved him away hard, scrambling back three steps until my back smacked against the icy cold wall. My chest heaved as I stared at him, my guard fully up. This had to be some sick joke. Missed me? When my parents died in that tragic accident, the entire Silvermoon Pack fell into chaos. According to ancient pack laws, as the only surviving bloodline of the former Alpha, I was the rightful heir to that throne. All I had to do back then was bond with any male wolf as my fated mate, and the leadership would been mine, no questions asked.

But I was drowning in grief, too broken to care about power or the throne. That’s when Paul, my oh–so–loving uncle, took advantage of the situation. He didn’t just steal the Alpha title through underhanded means–he practically tossed me out of the pack like trash, making it clear he’d rather I vanished for good.

“What do you want, Paul?” My jaw tightened, my voice laced with venom. “Drop the fake concern. There’s nothing left between us—no love, no family, nothing.”

Being called out directly, a flicker of unease clouded Paul’s face, but he quickly masked it with a heavy sigh. He withdrew his hand and looked at me with an almost pleading gaze.

“Ashley, you’ve misunderstood me deeply,” Paul said, his voice deliberately tinged with sorrow. “I’ve gone to great lengths to come here tonight for one single reason. I want to take you home. Back to the Silvermoon Pack. That’s where you truly belong.”

Home? I let out a sarcastic laugh. Honestly, that had to be the most ridiculous thing I’d heard in ages. My eyes shifted sharply toward Winona, who had been silent the entire time.

“Elder Winona, what’s really going on here?” I demanded coldly.

Winona’s cloudy eyes reflected a mix of pain and hesitation. Slowly, she lifted her head and let out a long, weary sigh.

‘Ashley, Paul’s telling the truth,” Winona said, her voice rough and weary. “Silvermoon Pack is struggling. We… we all desperately hope you’ll come back.”

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My heart seemed to skip a beat in my chest.

The situation in the Silvermoon Pack was indeed dire, and I couldn’t ignore the pull

There were so many precious memories tied to that place.

concern for my homeland.

But when it came to Paul, I still couldn’t let go of the resentment boiling within me. “This is downright ridiculous, Uncle Paul.” I arched an eyebrow mockingly, my gaze locked firmly on him, unyielding. “All those years, when I was enduring Brian’s cruel silent treatment in the Blackwood Pack, where were you? When I was cast out of the territory, left to wander like a stray dog, where were you then? And now, suddenly, you show up claiming you’ve been missing your niece? Do you honestly think I’d believe a story even a three–year–old wouldn’t fall for?”

Paul’s face turned ashen instantly, his bloodshot eyes flashing with a fleeting glint of desperation. He stepped forward abruptly, his tone growing more intense.

“Because I’ve seen what you’re capable of now, Ashley!” Paul shouted, as though trying to drown out my rationality through sheer volume. “Those intricate financial reports you’ve been helping Hebert manage, the major projects you’ve spearheaded – your ability to take charge and organize everything flawlessly. That is exactly what the Silvermoon Pack desperately needs right now! The territory is falling into ruin! We won’t even have enough food to last through the next full moon this winter! Are you really going to stand by and watch the home your parents fought for with their lives decay into nothingness?”

My breath caught for a moment.

Flashes of my father’s warm, steady smile and my mother’s heroic figure on the battlefield surged through my mind like bursts of lightning. They had poured their entire lives and unwavering loyalty into the Silvermoon Pack.

That land, that pack–it carried their lifeblood.

A tight, aching heat coiled in my chest; my nails dug fiercely into my palms as if sharp physical pain could steady the storm raging inside me.

“Ashley, you carry the noble blood of the Silvermoon Pack. Your parents are watching you from above. They wouldn’t want to see your talents wasted in a place like the Bloodmoon Pack. Come back, child. Use your wisdom to protect what your parents gave their lives for.”

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