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Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Kill the rubbm

Chapter 70 Kill the problem

Deta Milo’s POV

The air in the council chamber was tense. Lots of questions and question marks lingered in the air but no one dared to speak first.

I stood by the door, my usual post. I was loyal to Alpha Ryder, definitely loyal, but today. I was torn between choosing him or the pack. I didn’t know what to say, or do, so I chose to listen.

One of the elders laid out the argument for the third time.

“The data from the pack healer is irrefutable. If that fetus continues sucking the life out of her, she will be a husk within the fortnight. And for what? A fetus displaying… unnatural characteristics?”

He paused, letting the question linger in the air.

“It is not of our blood. It is a corruption seeded by the dark magic that hounds her. We cannot let it be.”

I flinched. Amelia. The woman who’d healed our warriors with her own blood. Who looked at our Alpha not with the calculating ambition, but with a quiet, startling devotion that had softened the hardest edges of him.

I’d seen her flinch at a raised voice, and then stand firm before a rival’s challenge. She was a paradox-and she was Ryder’s. The child was theirs.

Elena, an old woman, leaned forward, her nails tapping the polished oak.

*The Alpha is blinded by love. His wolf is silent, his judgment compromised by a mate bond that is literally killing his Luna. He chooses her life, yes,

ut in his heart, he is still conflicted.”

She took a deep sigh then proceeded. “Every moment she weakens, his control frays. We’ve all seen the darkness in him when he is wounded. What happens when she is gone? What beast will her death unleash upon us all?*

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“Better yet,” she paused, “what if she keeps that child as she stubbornly persists. Doesn’t that mean the imminent destruction of this park?”

A cold dread traced my spine. They weren’t entirely wrong. I’d felt the tremors in Ryder. The agonized fury that wasn’t just Alpha protectiveness, but the primal terror of a man watching his reason for breathing be slowly extinguished.

If Amelia died carrying this child, Ryder wouldn’t just grieve. He would become an ungovernable force of vengeance. He would tear the world apart, starting with anyone he deemed responsible, and the pack would be swept into the vortex. “The prophecy,” whispered the first elder, the most superstitious of them. “The Luna is his doom. We interpreted it as betrayal. What if this is it? The doom grows in her womb. It kills her, and in doing so, it destroys him. It is a perfectly crafted

ruin.”

His gaze swept the room before landing on me for a fraction of a second.

“The Alpha has given the order to terminate. A rational command. But she resists. Her resistance, fueled by misplaced affection will doom us all. The Alpha cannot bring himself to force her. His love prevents him from doing so. Therefore, the

r responsibility falls to us. To the pack. To remove the variable.”

My blood turned to ice. “Remove?” I heard myself say, the word heavy on my tongue.

All eyes turned to me. I was the Beta. My voice held weight, but only as an extension of Ryder’s. To question them was to walk a razor’s edge.

“The variable is the pregnancy, Beta Milo,” Elder Elena said, her tone implying I was slow. “Not the Luna. We are not monsters. But the growth must be stopped. Forcibly. Since she will not consent, and the Alpha is immobilized by conflict, we must act to save both of them from themselves. To save the pack.”

A scheme began to unfold in their words. A false alarm at the northern border, a sighting of Jasper’s new, unnaturally powerful forces. It would be credible and urgent. It would pull Ryder away, his Alpha instincts overriding all else. He would go. He would have to.

“And in his absence,” the elder concluded, his voice dropping, “the Luna will be taken to the sacred grove. The ancient cleansing rite. We all know that fire purifies corruption. It will be presented as a tragic accident–a misguided attempt by her own hand to rid herself of the burden. The Alpha will be devastated, but he will live. The pack will be secure. And the doom will be averted.”

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e? Fire? They were going to burn her. They were My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic dr going to tie my Alpha’s mate, the gentle woman who thanked the kitchen staff by name, to a stake and set her ablaze, and call it mercy? Duty?

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Chapter 70 Kill the polem

The rationale was flawlesa, in its own horrific way. Amelia and her unborn child were the link. To them, she was no longer Lume, she was an equation that needed to be solved.

saw her then, in my mind’s eye, as she was last week, sitting in their villa, a blanket around her shoulders. She’d looked up at me, her eyes too large in her thinning face.”He’s so angry, Milo,” she’d whispered. “How do I make him understand I can’t just… stop loving this baby?”

I had no answer for her. I had no answer for this.

My duty was to my Alpha. To his will. His will was to save her, even from herself. But his will was currently paralyzed by an agony these elders had never felt. Was my higher duty to his command, or to his survival? To the woman he loved, or to the pack he was sworn to protect?

“The Alpha will see through a false border report,” I forced out, my throat tight. “His bond with her… he’ll feel her distress.” “By the time he feels it, it will be too late, the elder said dismissively. “And we will have warriors ready to… restrain him, if necessary, for his own good. To prevent him from throwing himself into the flames after her.”

The image, Alpha Ryder, berserk with grief, being wrestled to the ground by his own pack as the woman he loved burned, was a horror so profound it nearly buckled my knees. This was mutiny. This was the deepest betrayal.

I looked at their faces, these elders who had guided the pack for generations. saw no malice. Only a terrible, absolute certainty. To them, Amelia and the child were an inconvenience they would not entertain.

“When?” I asked, the word ash in my mouth.

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