The Beta's Rejected Daughter (Fiona) novel Chapter 166

Of course he would know. There was nothing I could keep away from him. Even if I had forgotten, this man was the Lycan king. One of the most powerful beings out there.

There was literally no information he wouldn’t get if he wanted.

Lucas had already connected the whole pieces and got it all. Those words were secret, but not for him.

Another message appeared.

“I’m sorry for figuring it all out. But I won’t judge you. No one outside your situation truly understands what you’ve been through.”

My eyes softened slightly.

“All I can do is be someone you can lean on when you need it. I’ll listen and stand beside you. No matter

what.”

There was a brief pause before the final message came through.

“But Fiona… don’t let hatred trap you. You’re stronger than that. You had dreams once. If you’ve forgotten them… I hope you remember now.”

Silence followed, but this time, it wasn’t heavy.

1:21 pm

Chapter 165

The storm in my chest was settling slowly.

I let out a quiet breath, a faint smile tugging at my lips as I typed back.

“Thank you, Lucas. I remember now.”

And truly, I did.

This second life wasn’t given to me solely for revenge. It was a chance to start again.

Not everyone gets that second chance from the moon goddess, so I wasn’t going to waste it.

I had people I could call family now. Real ones.

And maybe… it was finally time to find myself again.

My phone buzzed again.

“You’re welcome. If you want to repay me, buy me a meal sometime.”

I let

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h and typed back, “Deal. We’re not just mates, but lovers now, aren’t we?” I sent it wit

heart thumping fast in excitement.

felt long passed before his reply came.

u, Fiona. For calling me your mate.”

head slightly.

thing about that reply felt careful and measured, like he had thought through every word before ding it.

But still… I could feel that rare, quie piness behind his message.

The kind no one ever saw fro

The kind someone like

show to the world.

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ied everything: music, peripartume, laughter, but also something else for me.

ediately when I notforbed but my wolf instincts already figured it out.

shift in the shadow bows, lurking behind me.

nask it, but poorpoorly, because I could catch his scent faster than he thought. For somet nce control wel was really sloppy tonight, probably trying to get information for Darno

ding his phophone up and recording, thinking I was unaware.

e whispered red, thinking no one could hear him. “Fiona’s talking to someone through e

happyppy.

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archinching.

istous?

carinaring senses to hear more of their discussion.

pid anymore while talking to this person.”

ause, then Damon’s voice came faintly through the device.

answer was short and tight, like he was burning in jealousy.

re, I could not only hear it but also smell it.

uct, probably realising something felt off.

a move, a sharp voice cut through the air

u doing there?!” Raina barked, and I turned to see Chive jump like guy pup. His phone his hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack

like his soul had just left his body, and I almost smiled.

here with her arms crossed, eyes blazing. Her woll hovered close to se to the suitace, protective

st recording Fiona?” she snapped. “You creep! And you call your vote a responsible person?”

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Clive recovered quickly. “Hey! Don’t twist things. Why would I record her? I’m not insane!”

Then he did something even more exposing:

He crushed his own phone under his heel.

Once, twice and gone, obviously so the evidence would be erased.

Coward. Just like his friend Damon, who would do anything to destroy evidence instead of owning their mistakes.

Raina scoffed and stepped forward, already rolling her sleeves like she was ready to shift into her w right there.

“You’re disgusting.” She spat, and that was when I finally walked over.

“Raina,” I said calmly, “what’s going on?” I asked like I was totally unaware.

She didn’t hold back. “He was spying on you. Recording you like some creep!”

I shifted my gaze to Clive, slow and cold.

I could see him flinch at my gaze, swallowing hard and avoiding my stare.

“Is that true?” I asked.

“No!” he shot back. “She’s making things up!”

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