Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Jasper’s POV

The rage was slowly building up in me.

Camille’s words hung between us, and my mind kept replaying it, as if taunting me.

“She’s pregnant. Amelia is carrying his mutt.”

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I’d been staring at a map, my fingers tracing borders I would soon erase when I claim the territories. When she’d burst in her face alight with glee, thinking this news would please me. She thought I wanted to see him hurt. She was a fool

The first thing I destroyed was the crystal decanter on the sideboard. My hand didn’t seere to move, but the air cracked, a the decanter exploded, showering the room in droplets of whiskey and shards.

Amelia.

My Amelia. My property. The one I’d marked, trained, and rebuilt over a decade. The one who bore my brand, not his Amelia, that delicate woman I had perfected through pain, was now a nursery for his child.

It wasn’t jealousy. Jealousy is for equals, for men who doubt their claim. This was a fundamental violation of the natural order. It was a pollution.

A guttural sound tore from my throat. My vision tunneled, the edges pulsing with a dark, red haze. The heavy oak chair 1 been leaning on was next. I didn’t pick it up; I simply lashed out. The leg connected with the stone hearth with a crack. splintering the ancient wood.

“Jasper, please!” Camille squealed, scrambling back as a piece of flying wood grazed her arm. I barely registered her tear

Amelia was pregnant. Swollen with his child. Would he touch her stomach with that possessive pride? Would he winsper the thing inside her, calling it his heir? Would she look at her growing belly with something other than the terror and loathing I had spent years cultivating in her?

My lungs seized.

I had been too soft. I had toyed with them, using Estrella’s petty tricks, thinking to break them slowi back to me. I had forgotten the first rule; a weed must be ripped out by the roots before it sets seed

Now, it had. And the root was buried deep inside.

The screaming in my head stopped. The red haze cleared, leaving the room in stark crucerul The lis everywhere.

Camille was cowering by the door, her glee replaced by terror

“Get out.” I said. My voice was calms and devoid of all emotion

She didn’t need telling twie She quickly went outside

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I walked to the broken window, the one I’d never had ix paned Somewhere our there me that ghted cags of lus she was lying in a bed, her tranorous body nourishing las legacy A dow sili strctched my lips

He thought he’d won He thought the marking the tile the pack’s reaccent acceptance was the cashgame the was a lakt playing with fire He’d built ins hide dream on top of a grave he didiet kun he was standing

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iply reached to the pocket of my coat and pulled out a small, blackened bone flute. I put it to my lips and blew a. do truman, and no ordinary wolf, could hear.

She came without footfalls. The shadows in the far corner of the room deepened, and then she was simply there. The witch

She wore no dramatic robes, just a dress the color of a bruise. Her hair was lank and gray, her face a web of deep lines, but her eyes…. her eyes were pools of absolute nothing, just empty and emotioniess.

“The little moon goddess blossoms,” the witch crooned, her voice like dry leaves. “Life grows in the cursed soil. Does it ange you, Alpha?”

I turned from the window to face her. “You told me the prophecy was malleable. That a doom could be… redirected”

She inclined her head, “A thread of fate can be pulled, twisted, used to strangle the one it was meant to crown.

I stepped toward her, the shards of my destruction crunching under my boots. “The child is the thread.” I stated, the plan orming in my mind with perfect clarity. “It is his future. His heart walking outside his body.”

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