Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Eira’s Declaration

Eira’s POV

Alpha Gerald stepped forward, his presence alone commanding the attention of the entire hall. Conversations faded, and within moments, silence settled like a heavy veil over everyone present.

"Today’s event is not only special because my son has entered adulthood," he began, his deep voice steady and authoritative, "but also because I have found the child I lost two decades ago. My firstborn."

His gaze shifted to me.

"And here she stands before me," a faint softness touching his otherwise stern expression, "a young and beautiful woman, just like her mother. My daughter, Eva Hawthorne, now known as Eira Valemonte, Luna of the StormHowl pack."

A ripple of shock passed through the crowd.

The same people who had been whispering, judging, and looking at me with disdain only moments ago now stood frozen, their faces drained of color. Many of them had looked at me as nothing more than a whore.

Now, not a single one of them dared to speak.

Being a daughter of someone like this man seemed to hold more importance and power than I could comprehend.

"All of you have known that my first child was abducted," he continued, his tone sharpening, "but none of you knew that it was my daughter. A pureblood, a strong shewolf. My enemies knew her worth. That is why they took her."

His gaze hardened as it swept across the hall.

"But today, I stand before you and proudly announce that I have found her."

A pause. It was deliberate. Heavy.

"And I expect every one of you to understand where your boundaries begin and end with her."

The air grew colder.

"She is my daughter. Royal blood. A princess."

My breath caught slightly. Though I knew, the declaration in front of these poweful people felt surreal.

Alpha Gerald must have sensed the looks, the whispers, the judgment that had surrounded me though out the event. This was not just an announcement. It was a warning.

His voice deepened, each word carrying a quiet but terrifying authority that seemed to carve itself into the very walls of the hall.

"I advise all of you to choose your alliances carefully. Anyone who dares to harm my daughter or the StormHowl pack will be considered an enemy of the HollowCrest pack."

A visible tension spread among the guests.

"I will personally see to such matters," his tone unyielding, "and I will not hesitate to remind the werewolf world of the power that still runs in the royal bloodline. If necessary, I will show you what happens when we step onto the battlefield...again."

No one moved.

No one breathed too loudly.

"The freedom and privileges all packs have enjoyed since the royal family stepped away from ruling can be taken back just as easily. If provoked, I will ensure you remember what it means to lose that freedom and return to serving the crown."

A chill ran down my spine, not sure what was happening to others.

"I will remind you of the great war," he finished, his voice dropping to more dangerous, "and what it truly means to stand as an enemy of the HollowCrest pack."

Silence. Absolute and suffocating.

I had always known Alpha Gerald was powerful. A top tier Alpha. But this... this was something else entirely. The way he held the entire hall in fear without raising his voice, without even trying, made me question just how powerful he truly was.

And yet, he had chosen to stay out of conflicts unless absolutely necessary.

The absence of anyone from the RavenClaw pack spoke just as loudly as his words. They had not been invited. And he made clear that they were enemies.

"We are glad to see you reunited with your daughter, Gerald," an elderly man finally spoke, easing the tension, his voice careful yet respectful. "A pureblood shewolf of your bloodline... the werewolf world is fortunate to have her."

Others quickly followed, offering their congratulations, their tones polite, measured, and significantly more cautious than before.

The suffocating tension began to ease, though the weight of Gerald’s warning still lingered in the air.

Luna Iris and Evan stepped onto the stage.

Before I could react, she pulled me into a warm embrace.

"I am so happy, Eva," she whispered softly, her voice filled with emotion, "that the world now knows how fortunate I am to have a daughter like you." Her eyes were moist. "My beautiful daughter."

Her arms tightened around me, and for a moment, the overwhelming weight of everything faded.

I closed my eyes briefly, allowing myself to feel it. Belonging. At last.

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