My Alpha Let Me Raise His Bastard—Did He Forget I’m Royal novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I didn’t give Draven time to breathe.

The Moonscarred Pack rolled into Shadowrend territory claiming they were there to “help out.”

As a royal blood, I had every right to step in when packs were falling apart.

Draven’s personal life was a train wreck, his power was gone, and his territory was chaos. The council of elders voted him out as Alpha. Unanimous.

“Draven lost the white wolf’s blessing,” the head elder said. “He can’t lead the Shadowrend Pack anymore.”

“We need someone who’s actually strong.”

Everyone ditched him.

Draven started drinking.

He wandered the streets like some homeless guy. Sold everything he had for booze. Hair all over the place. Beard scraggly. Always smelled like trash.

Every time a family of three walked by, he’d completely lose it and scream Silvain’s name.

“Silvain… son… Daddy’s so sorry…”

People crossed the street to avoid this crazy ex-Alpha.

His old crew had already jumped ship to other packs. Nobody gave a damn about him. He crashed in some crappy motel. When he got hungry, he went through dumpsters.

Sometimes he’d show up outside the place we used to live. Stand there staring through the gate.

“Elysia… come back… I messed up…”

Yelling at an empty house.

But I was long gone.

—

One winter night, Draven got wasted and passed out by this abandoned factory outside town.

Where the rogues hung out.

They caught the booze smell on him. That desperate stink. Their animal side kicked in.

“Look, that’s the useless ex-Alpha.” The rogue leader grinned. “Remember how many of us he killed?”

“Time to settle up.”

Draven’s eyes cracked open. Saw those glowing green eyes. Right then, he realized Silvain must’ve seen eyes just like these before he died.

“No… don’t…”

He tried to crawl away. But the alcohol made him useless.

The rogues jumped him. Fangs ripping through his skin.

Just like what happened to Silvain.

Draven took his last breath drowning in pain. Eyes still open. Staring off toward the Moonscarred Pack territory.

Meanwhile, Lilith was still rotting in the Shadowrend dungeon.

Her legs were totally destroyed. Someone had to feed her just to keep her breathing.

The dungeon was freezing and wet. Rats and bugs everywhere.

“Help… anyone… please…”

She screamed every day. Voice getting weaker. Nobody cared if she lived or died.

Her face was wrecked from torture. All her hair fell out. Skin rotting in chunks.

She dragged through years of pain and went completely insane. Finally died during a storm one night.

As for that bastard Mortis—he got his ass kicked constantly at the orphanage.

Without Draven backing him up, he was just another nobody.

“Your dad’s a loser!” Kids made fun of him.

“Your mom’s evil!”

Mortis got beat up every single day. Black eyes and busted lips. Nobody felt bad for him.

When he grew up, best he could do was haul garbage at the border.

That’s what traitors get.

After I pulled the Shadowrend Pack into the Moonscarred Pack, I officially took over my father’s territory and became Queen.

My power hit levels it never had before. Every wolf bowed to me. Nobody dared go against what I said.

I rewrote the rules. Made the laws way stricter.

Traitors got hit the hardest. Cheaters got kicked out. Anyone who hurt kids—death sentence.

At Silvain’s grave, I put down flowers I should’ve brought a long time ago.

White daisies. His favorite. Clean and simple.

I’d never hand it over to anyone again.

The moon goddess had my back. Gave me guts to start over.

And I’d use those guts to protect people who didn’t deserve to go through what I did.

This was my revenge. My way of making things right.

The sun went down. I took one more look at Silvain’s stone.

“Mommy’s gonna make things better, baby.”

“A place with no betrayal. No pain.”

“Wait for me.”

I turned around and left. Didn’t look back.

Behind me was all the crap from before. Ahead was whatever I wanted it to be.

I’m Elysia, Queen of the Moonscarred. The moon goddess’s favorite.

—

Two years into my reign, a message landed on my desk.

Three Beta candidates—Will, Cole, and Liam—training with the Ancient Wolves.

Their sister was turning sixteen today.

Skylar.

Bullied. Scared of her mate bond.

I knew that pain.

The letter said the future Alpha of her town, Kyle Black, made her life hell.

They couldn’t reach her in time. Wanted me to keep her safe.

I didn’t think twice.

“Galahad, send scouts to Brookside. I want eyes on this girl.”

If Kyle Black crossed the line, he’d answer to me.