The Beta's Rejected Daughter (Fiona) novel Chapter 160

Chapter 60

Fiona POV

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After parting with Rama, I didn’t go wandering or drown myself in the noise of the Silver Vein mansion

I went home. To the new private apartment I bought for myself because peace was what I needed real peace, the kind that let my thoughts sharpen instead of scatter.

The moment I shut the door behind me, the warmth of my little apartment wrapped around my senses. The familiar scent of clean linen, faint rosemary, and my own wolf steadied my breathing. I slipped off my shoes, rolled up my sleeves, and got to work.

When I was with Raina, I received a text from Russell telling me to be ready for a legal battle, so I knew

his wasn’t just a tantrum or a public clash anymore.

This was war. One that, if I wasn’t careful, I would end up at the mercy of the same family I abandoned. I wasn’t sure of Vance or Lucas’s help since I hadn’t received anything yet, so I have to prepare for a second option.

laid out all the evidence against the Beta family which I had–witness accounts, timestamps, campus ecurity camera tapes, student recordings, and written statements.

replayed the cafeteria scene again and again, my wolf growling low in my chest each time Russell’s face lashed before my eyes.

Russell Jenson wasn’t just a wealthy Beta but was also powerful, entrenched, and protected by years of political ties, Pack favours, and fear.

Men like him didn’t fall easily, which meant I couldn’t afford to miss a single detail.

For two solid hours, I worked without pause, my pen scratching relentlessly across paper, making several calls and requests for recordings that showed every moment I was attacked by the Beta family for no

eason.

won’t need all of these if I get hold of Russell’s dirty secrets. He would give up before the court date.

finally stopped working and glanced at the clock.

9:00 p.m.

I leaned back, exhaling slowly. “That should do it for now.”

A quiet, confident smile curved my lips as I stood, stretched, and headed toward the kitchen. I hadn’t eaten since midday, and my wolf was beginning to complain. I reached for the cupboard, already debating between leftover stew and something quick–

Buzz.

My phone vibrated on the counter. I checked, and it was Lucas.

I paused watching as a message popped up, followed by an image.

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I opened it and stared at it

What in the Moon Goddess’s name is that?

A dark, glossy mass sat in a container, almost black, oddly smooth, and faintly stearning

It looked like something that had crawled out of a cursed forest and died of spite

I frowned, and for a second, I considered ignoring the text because this wasn’t what I was experting but

curiosity won.

What exactly am I looking at?” I asked.

A reply came almost instantly.

Food.”

snorted softly.

Another message dropped. “Before you insult it, hear me out. It took weeks to make this. It is meant for volves with your blood type. It would also prevent my wolf from attacking you when we meet, because ‘ve found out you’re my mate.

My fingers froze over the screen.

Does he know something about my blood? He knows I was his mate?

Now, he really cares about me.

Thank you for the consideration, Your Majesty. How would I receive it?”

There was a short pause.

Send me your current address. I’ll bring it.”

stared at the message for a minute, and he followed up.

Is that a problem?”

I sighed “No.”

And sent my location.

Thirty minutes later, my doorbell rang.

My wolf stirred instantly as I opened the door.

Lucas stood there alone. Not guarded. Not surrounded. Just him. The Lycan king

His figure stood tall, broad–shouldered and calm.

The hallway light caught his amber eyes, setting them aglow like molten embers, and his presence pressed

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into my space, not aggressively, but undeniably domineering, forcing my inner wolf to submit.

He was my mate after all, and he could smell my scent, same as me.

This was the second time meeting him, and I couldn’t help the mate bond pulling me to him.

“Are you going to invite me in?” he asked mildly, his voice deep and smooth, carrying the kind of weight that sank straight into bone.

I cleared my throat. “You’re standing in a single woman’s apartment, you know.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Relax. I don’t cross lines; I’m not invited over.”

He dipped his head slightly, gaze locking with mine, and for a heartbeat, my wolf bristled in fascination.

He was both dangerous and magnetic.

“… Fine.” I said, stepping aside. “Come in.”

Kicking him out after he’d come all this way would be rude. And if I was being honest with myself, curiosity had already won the moment I saw that bizarre food. I had to taste that and see what it does to

me

smoothly, like he bel

nywhere he stepped.

ent was modes g intention

ft lighting, neutral colours with no excess and no clutter.

took it in

Sit where

“Yes

odded as if approving the whole design.

ontainer of food from him. “You’ve eaten already, right?”

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