Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Kael’s POV

I knew exactly what I was going to do.

The Blood Crown estate loomed ahead, all sharp angles and dark windows. I’d grown up in that house. Learned to walk in those halls. Learned to fear in those rooms.

No more.

The guards at the gate straightened when they saw me approaching. Their eyes went wide. I probably looked like hell—knuckles split, blood on my shirt, face set in something that wasn’t quite human.

Good. Let them look.

"Mr. Blood Crown—" one of them started.

I walked past without a word.

The front doors were heavy. Solid oak reinforced with iron. They’d always felt like a barrier, keeping me trapped inside this prison of expectations and violence.

Tonight, I shoved them open like they weighed nothing.

The foyer was empty. Quiet. That oppressive silence that always hung over this place like a funeral shroud.

"MAGNUS!"

My voice echoed off the marble walls. Raw. Commanding. The Alpha voice I’d been suppressing for twenty-five years.

Nothing.

"MAGNUS BLOOD CROWN! SHOW YOURSELF!"

Footsteps. Running. Servants emerging from doorways with terror in their eyes. Good. They should be afraid. They should all be afraid of what was about to happen.

My mother appeared at the top of the stairs. Her face was still bruised from earlier—that swollen eye, that split lip. The sight of it made my blood boil all over again.

"Kael?" Her voice was small. Frightened. "What are you doing?"

"Go to your room, Mother."

"Kael, please—"

"I said GO."

She flinched. I hated that I’d made her flinch. But she needed to be somewhere safe. Because what I was about to do would shake the foundations of everything we knew.

She didn’t move. Just stood there, frozen, watching me with those knowing eyes.

Fine. Let her watch.

Heavy footsteps approached from the east wing. Slow. Deliberate. The footsteps of a man who feared nothing because he’d made everyone else afraid first.

My father emerged from the shadows.

He was still in the same clothes from our fight earlier. Blood still stained his collar—mine or my mother’s, I couldn’t tell. His red-gold eyes gleamed with something that looked almost like anticipation.

"Back so soon?" His voice was calm. Amused. Like I was a child throwing a tantrum. "I thought you’d be licking your wounds somewhere. Drowning your sorrows at that pathetic fighting pit."

"I’m done running."

"Is that so?"

"I’m done watching you destroy this family." I stepped forward. Felt Fenrir surge against my skin, ready to tear free at a moment’s notice. "I’m done watching you beat my mother. I’m done being your puppet."

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Strong words from a boy who can’t even choose his own mate."

"This isn’t about mates." I kept my voice steady. Cold. "This is about you. About what you’ve done. About what you continue to do."

"And what exactly do you think you can do about it?" He spread his arms. Mocking. "You’re just a pup, Kael. You’ve never won a real fight in your life."

"Then let’s change that."

The words hung in the air. Heavy. Final.

Something shifted in my father’s expression. That amusement flickered. Died.

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