The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: 046: Desperate Psycho?

~ ROSELLE ~

"I have every intention of breaking more of your teeth," Ronan says, his voice low and dangerous as blood drips from Warren’s mouth. "I gave you my warning the last time you came to my pack. She has a name. Address her with that name, or I will carve it into your fucking face."

The threat is delivered with such absolute certainty that no one in the room doubts he means it.

Warren coughs up blood, spattering crimson across the marble floor, and I stand rooted in place, my mind struggling to process what just happened.

Nikolai walks up to me, standing inches away, his presence a steady anchor in the chaos.

"Trust me," he says quietly, his voice pitched for only me to hear, "he’s reining it down because of you. Ronan doesn’t tolerate disrespect twice. If you weren’t here, Warren would already be dead."

I look up at him, my hands trembling as I sign, I don’t want things to go bad... I just want the truth.

"She’s not the rightful heir," Warren says, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His voice is ragged, bitter, and defensive. "Yes, the bloodline passes through her, but the Alpha King made a decree. The next rightful heir should be a male. And he happens to not have a male child, so he placed his Beta as the next in line. Which happens to fall to my father, and now... now it falls to me."

The words hit me like physical blows.

My father never told me this. My father told me bedtime stories about how he couldn’t wait for me to grow up, how I would make a great Luna just like my mother. He told me about leading the pack alongside a strong mate, about the responsibility of our bloodline. He never once mentioned that his will contradicted everything he taught me.

Or did Warren fabricate this entire thing?

I curl my hands into fists, refusing to believe every word that leaves his mouth. My nails dig into my palms hard enough to draw blood.

"Do you mean to tell me the Alpha King refused to make his daughter lead because of some male bullshit?" Ronan’s voice carries a note of absolute disgust that mirrors my own.

Warren opens his hands in a gesture of false innocence, as if what he’s about to say is the most reasonable thing in the world.

"What does it look like to you?" he asks, his tone dripping with condescension. "You don’t expect the great pack of Westbrook to be governed and ruled by a woman, do you? Women belong in the kitchen, assisting, supporting... no, that can’t happen. The Alpha King did what was right. What was necessary. What was proper."

From the corner of my eyes, I can tell Ronan is disgusted. His entire body is tense, his jaw clenched so hard I can see a muscle twitching beneath his skin.

"Anyone who believes that," Ronan says quietly, "is a coward."

He steps closer to Warren, his presence filling the space with an intensity that makes the air feel suffocating.

"I’ve ruled alongside strong women," He continues. "Women who lead with intelligence, with strategy, with a strength that makes men like you look pathetic. There’s a power in femininity that weak men have always been terrified of."

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