The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447: My Bad If She’s Dead

Every servant in the corridor was going to tell this story tonight. By dinner, the kitchen would have it. By morning, the stables. By lunch tomorrow, every wolf in Drakenfell would know that the Crown Princess had told the Queen to fuck off.

Whether that killed the Queen was still to be determined.

She stood there. Twenty feet away. Breathing hard. Eyes red. Heart hammering. She had just delivered the most honest, the most overdue, the most cathartic speech of her entire life, every wound, every insult, every humiliation laid bare in a public corridor, and the woman she had delivered it to had responded by fainting.

The one goddamn time. The one goddamn time she stood up for herself and let Bellatrix have every last word she had been choking on for months, and the woman dropped like a stone in front of witnesses.

Serena closed the distance.

"Is she dead?"

The question was asked with the specific tone of a woman who had just verbally destroyed someone and was now standing over the body.

"No clue," Elara replied.

"Should we check?"

"One of us should."

"You have the healing magic."

"You’re the one who did this."

"That’s fair."

Elara gave her a pointed look. "You don’t seem sorry that you did it either."

"I’m not. Unless she’s dead, then in that case, my bad," Serena replied with a shrug. "That’s one hell of a way to accidentally kill someone. With words."

"I don’t think words are lethal, Serena."

"Mine felt lethal."

"Yours were honest. I’ve heard better insults the day you stood up to Agnes. But this is a close second," Elara commented. "Solid eight out of ten."

"Gee, thanks," Serena replied dryly. "Should we get Alaric?"

"We should."

Neither of them moved.

"Check her pulse before we start planning a defense," Elara said.

Serena dropped to her knees beside Bellatrix. Her fingers found the queen’s neck. Pressed. Found a pulse. Strong. Steady. The pulse of a woman whose cardiovascular system was performing at full capacity.

"She has a pulse," Serena said. She glanced around. Omegas and guards were staring with their jaws in various stages of descent. The grand hall had become a theater and the theater had an audience and the audience was frozen.

Wonderful.

Elara knelt beside her. Her hands flared silver, healing magic blooming from her palms. She gently touched Bellatrix’s arm.

She frowned.

"That’s odd. Her energy is reading normal. Definitely Alaric should take a look."

Serena looked at Elara. "Did she have a heart attack or faint?"

"I’m not a healer, Serena. I am a Beta Luna with emergency magic." Elara looked down at Bellatrix. "But she seems fine to me."

Serena looked at Bellatrix. Looked at the door. Looked at Elara.

"I say we leave her."

"Serena."

"She has a pulse. We mindlink Alaric and go."

Elara stood, brushing off her knees. "Good point. She can breathe on the floor. The floor has air. Let’s leave."

At that moment, footsteps rounded the corner.

Tiberon Drakenfell and Hyran Thornfell stopped dead.

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