Chapter 143
Chapter 143
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Lucio couldn’t see me. His eyes were two black pits, and the blindfold was stained a deep crimson red.
He opened his lips and tried to say something, but only blood came out.
“Tell me. I’m listening…” I leaned down until my ear was close to his mouth, and anxiety grew inside my chest.
More gasps, nauseating breath, and hoarse sounds…
“Try one more time…” I insisted, even when a knock sounded against the door.
“My lady, we must go,” came Blaze’s warning.
I didn’t want them to find me here with Lucio and make me carry the blame for Stephanie’s crimes.
Just when I was about to give it up as lost and pull away, Lucio found his last syllables.
“The… Matriarch… Estin…gias… Light…”
What did the Matriarch of the Light Estingias have to do with any of this?
“My lady, there’s no time left…” Blaze’s voice sounded grave.
I pulled away from Lucio, and Goddess, his ruined face would be a memory I would never forget.
“For…give me…”
Those were his last words to me, and I only turned around and left the same way I had come in.
I no longer hated him, and only the Goddess could forgive everything he had done.
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I walked out of that prison crossing one enemy off my list, but there were more left, and I understood that I had stepped into something far more dangerous than I had imagined.
When I arrived at the mansion that afternoon, I found the last inconvenience waiting for me.
Accusatory shouts came from the room I shared with Blaze.
“Look what I found, Master Efrain! That woman’s slave hid it. These are your father’s jewels. They robbed your father, and they surely murdered him!”
It was the housekeeper. Apparently, she had snooped through my things and found the treasure.
But I didn’t panic.
I walked slowly toward the half-open door.
“You have to report them to the elders for theft. Just because she’s an Estingia doesn’t give her the right to do this to us! What are you going to do with her? Give me your orders, and I’ll follow them.”
“Yes. Efrain, I want to know too. What are you going to do with me? How is Mr. LookWood, Alpha of the Midnight Pack, going to handle this situation?”
With firm steps, I entered the room and faced them.
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Chapter 143
Right now, I would test what this man would do for me.
Being half a coward was one thing.
Being disloyal was another.
My eyes challenged him to betray me and report me to his pack.
The bedroom door closed, and Blaze stayed in the hallway, guarding it.
“S-sir… don’t let her intimidate you just because she’s an Es… Estingia… you… she murdered Master LookWood.”
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“I didn’t murder him, but yes, I’ll confirm this much for you. He’s very dead. He won’t be coming back, and what you found…” I said, pointing toward the bed, where the little sack had been opened, showing all the jewels and coins scattered
across it.
“I took it from the Blue Forest while risking my own life. It was already lost, so now it’s mine.”
“It belongs to the LookWoods!” Despite the fear in her eyes, she kept insisting, clinging to Efrain, who stood silently to one side.
I was getting tired of all this.
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I was the only one who knew about the secret ingredient, and the one who would supply it to him from time to time.
I had gone from being a poor Estingia without money to having a solid long-term business.
A large part of the profits from the Dream Dust belonged to me.
Without money in this world, you were no one.
Even strength could be bought with money.
That night, we returned to the inn to collect the things we had left hidden there.
It was time to go back with the assignment because we had already taken too long.
Blaze told me the horn was under his protection, and of course, I trusted him.
He met with that group of thugs that kept growing larger and larger. They idolized him, somewhere between fear and admiration.
It amused me so much how they called him boss.
Those men from the underworld became Efrain’s escort so he would look like a more intimidating Alpha.
But really, they were my eyes in this pack, and they answered to my orders.
The LookWood mansion remained as my residence in this pack, and the sack of jewels and coins left even heavier when I received my share of the wealth kept in their treasury.
Efrain was desperate to show me his gratitude, and I wasn’t going to be the one to say no.
Not once did he judge me for his father’s death or believe I had truly murdered him.
And if he did believe it, he swallowed it.
I think he was even relieved that such a cruel man had died in that forest.
Early the next morning, I finally attended the ceremony where he was formally named Alpha.
All the stars, and even the Alpha King, had conspired to make it happen.
That was how I left the Midnight Pack.
I had arrived in an old cart, and I returned to the Estingia Tower in a comfortable, opulent carriage.
From now on… the real war began.
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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