The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: 116: Are You Even My Mother?!

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I’m torn about whether I should actually leave Blackshadow just because Ravenna ordered me to, but before I make any decision, there’s one person I need to find.

Irina.

I need her to stand in front of me, look me straight in the eyes, and explain what in the Moon Goddess’s name that betrayal was. I trusted her. I believed every fucking word that came out of her mouth because I thought she was my mother, and for the first time in my life, I thought I’d finally found the woman I’d spent years believing was dead.

Instead, she might have fucking used me.

My legs carry me quickly toward the medical wing, anger and guilt battling violently inside my chest. Everywhere I look, Blackshadow seems to be drowning in grief. Pack members stand outside their homes with devastated expressions, families cling tightly to one another, and the usual liveliness around the pack has completely disappeared.

All of this happened in one fucking morning.

The moment I enter the medical wing, I’m met with complete chaos. Nurses and doctors rush through the hallways carrying supplies while injured warriors are wheeled from one room to another. Voices overlap around me as orders are shouted, doors slam shut, and the sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with something metallic that makes my stomach churn.

I don’t even know what’s going on anymore, and right now, I can’t afford to stop and ask.

I march straight toward the office where Irina usually stays and shove the door open without bothering to knock, already preparing myself for whatever explanation she thinks could possibly justify what she’s done.

"Irina!"

Nothing. I stop in the doorway, breathing heavily as my eyes sweep across the room.

It’s empty.

There are books scattered across the desk, papers left beside medical equipment I don’t understand, and her chair is pushed slightly away from the table as though she’d gotten up and simply walked away.

But there’s no Irina. Of fucking course.

I storm farther into the office and look around, hoping she’ll somehow appear from another corner of the room, but there’s no sign of her anywhere.

"Fucking two-faced bitch," I mutter through clenched teeth.

She begged me to trust her. She called me her daughter. She convinced me to betray Ronan to save that Lycan’s life.

And now that everything has gone to hell, she’s nowhere to fucking be found.

I march farther into the office, running both hands through my hair as I mentally curse myself for ever trusting her. I should’ve known better than to let my guard down so easily, especially after everything I’ve been through, but the moment Irina told me she was my mother, some stupid part of me had desperately wanted to believe her.

A frustrated scream claws its way up my throat as I grab the flower vase sitting on the desk and hurl it at the floor. It shatters instantly, scattering pieces of glass across the room with a sharp, satisfying crack, but even that does absolutely nothing to ease the anger burning through my chest.

I stand there staring at the broken pieces, my hands trembling at my sides as I inhale deeply and slowly exhale. I repeat it again, desperately trying to force my breathing back to normal before I completely fucking lose it.

"Looking for me?"

That familiar voice cuts straight through the haze clouding my head.

My entire body stiffens.

I slowly turn around, and there she is.

Irina stands in the doorway, watching me with those familiar blue eyes that only few days ago had made me feel like I’d finally found something I’d been missing my entire life. Now, looking at them only makes rage burn hotter beneath my skin.

My jaw clenches as I turn fully toward her.

"You fucking bet I am," I gnash through my teeth. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"About what?" Irina asks, her expression remaining frustratingly calm as she steps farther into the office.

"Don’t fucking bullshit me." My voice rises as I march toward her, anger overpowering every attempt to keep myself composed. "Did you or did you not lie to me about releasing that Lycan so you could launch an attack on Blackshadow and conspire with Quirin?"

Her brows immediately pull together. "What the hell are you talking about?"

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