The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Evil Mother-In-Law Redemption Arc Loading

"Serena, I grabbed another one of mine," Elara called through the door. "If you rip this one, I swear to the Gods I’m switching sides and joining Bellatrix."

Dex was still inside her. Still moving. Her body climbing again despite everything.

"Give me what I want."

He saw her eyes flash gold again, wolf surging, and a need roared through his chest, possessive and barely human.

Her body seized involuntarily, and the noise that tore out of her was wrecked and not hers. It belonged to whatever part of her Dex had just unlocked.

"Fuck. Just like that," Dex whispered, already pumping cum into her again.

Elara spoke through the door. "Serena, we literally have five minutes. I’m going to assume the silence means you’re having a very productive conversation in there."

Aegon clawed at the inside of his ribs, howling, and they were nowhere near done.

Dex stiffened, hating every second of this and pulled away from her.

"I will mark you if we keep going."

She was breathing hard, fighting the urge to pull him back into her, and looked away.

Elara entered just as Dex’s pants were back fully on and Serena stood from the counter.

Elara bit back a laugh. "Does the Dragon Prince want to lace this up himself?"

Dex opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"I’d pay to see any of you three—Alpha, Beta, or Gamma—try to lace one of these without ripping it clean in half."

That did it. Serena burst out laughing. The kind that fills a room with warmth.

Dex smiled. Her laugh was something that made him come undone. He kissed her forehead, hugging her again. He couldn’t stop touching her and he didn’t want to let go.

"Give us three minutes, she’ll be ready," Elara said.

He let go of her and left the room. His cock and wolf both protested, neither happy.

He’d been starved for her. Was it possible she felt even better than he remembered? Gods.

He needed her like he needed air and he was nowhere near done.

✦✦✦

The court reconvened in silence, and every person in the gallery was watching the wrong door.

Cass was led back to the stand, her face blotchy from crying, her hands still shaking.

But then the doors at the back of the chamber opened.

Everyone’s head turned.

Bellatrix Drakenfell walked in like she owned the room. Which, technically, she did.

She was immaculate. Hair swept up, not a strand out of place. Dress changed, the dust and wreckage of an hour ago erased so completely it might have been a hallucination. Her posture was flawless.

Her expression was the particular brand of bored superiority she reserved for events she considered beneath her but was attending anyway because no one else could be trusted to do it right.

She walked past the gallery. Past the noble families. Past the officers. Past Dex, who went very still. Past Serena, who stopped breathing.

She walked directly to the defendant’s box and stood beside Cass.

The hall forgot how to breathe.

Tiberon’s left eyebrow twitched. It was the most emotion he’d shown in public in six years.

"The Queen wishes to address the court?" His voice was measured, but Serena caught it. The faintest hitch. He hadn’t known.

"The Queen does." Bellatrix folded her hands in front of her. "I will be representing the accused."

The hall erupted.

Tiberon silenced it with a look. He studied his wife for a long moment. Whatever passed between them was invisible to the room, but Serena felt Dex tense beside her.

"Proceed," Tiberon said.

Bellatrix turned to face the gallery the way a woman turns to face a room full of people she’s already decided are wrong.

"This court has heard testimony that Cassandra Thorne laced the Crown Princess’s combat garments with poison." She paused, letting the words settle. "It has also heard Cassandra’s claim that she disposed of the poison down the drain of her workshop. The court dismissed this claim on the grounds that there was no evidence. The court was wrong."

She let that land.

Nobody moved.

"As Queen, I oversee all operations within this castle. All of them. Including, apparently, the ones no one else bothers to think about."

She looked at Tiberon.

"The drains in the western workshop corridor were not tested during the initial investigation. I found that curious, given that the accused specifically stated she poured the substance down her workshop drain."

Tiberon’s expression did not change. His jaw, however, tightened by approximately one millimeter. For him, the equivalent of throwing a chair.

"So I had them tested." Bellatrix snapped her fingers and a man in the crowd stood, handing her a sealed document. "The results confirm traces of the same alchemical compound found in the combat suit lining. In the drain. Of her workshop. Precisely where she said she put it."

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