The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 369

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Luna Zara’s voice sharp as glass, “I always thought that Riley’s been using black magic to amplify her wolf’s scent. I’ve seen the signs for weeks. The instability, the surges. She’s playing with fire.”

Zara reached into her coat and pulled out a sleek silver syringe, the liquid inside swirling with dull blue shimmer. “That’s why I carried a wolf suppressant shot. knew the day would come when she’d lose control”

Alpha Alaric watched the scene unfold, expression unreadable. Then, with a huff of breath, he waved his hand dismissively. “So what if she’s a white wolf? She’s missing a kidney. Her wolf will always be weaker than the rest-half of what it could be. Barely alive. Hanging by a thread.”

There was no awe in his voice. No fear. Not even disappointment.

Just disgust.

“Take her outside,” Alaric barked. “Toss her out. She needs to cool off and wake up from whatever delusions she’s living in.”

“Alpha-please,” Mia begged. “She’s unconscious. The suppressant will stop her wolf from healing the trauma. If she bleeds out in the cold-”

“She brought this on herself,” he snapped. “Let her taste the consequences. Maybe next time she’ll think twice before using tricks to fake strength she doesn’t have.”

Zara and Kael didn’t object.They simply knelt beside Scarlett, brushing her hair back with shaking hands, murmuring soft comforts like they couldn’t even hear the begging behind them.

A few guards hauled Riley’s limp body to the door. Cold wind howled through the hall as the estate gates opened. A few minutes later, the sound of her body hitting the wet stone path echoed back into the entryway like thunder.

Rain poured like liquid knives from the night sky as Riley stumbled out of the Ebonclaw Pack estate. Her legs were barely able to support her weight, her body burning with fever, blood still dripping from the gash on the back of her head where Luna Zara’s blow had landed.

The estate gates loomed behind her, silent and cold. No one followed her. No one called out her name.

She was discarded.

Just as she reached the edge of the property, the sound of frantic footsteps pulled her from her haze.

“Miss Riley!”

Mia, soaked to the bone, her white hair plastered against her wrinkled face, broke through the rain like a ghost of hope. She’d been waiting outside all this time, in the storm, in the cold-because she never once gave up on Riley.

At the sight of her, Riley’s tears finally broke loose. “Mia. I’m sorry… It’s all my fault… I dragged you into this…”

But Mia didn’t waste breath on scolding or pity. She rushed forward, catching Riley just before her knees buckled again.

“You silly pup,” Mia murmured, her voice hoarse. “You think I care about consequences when my girl’s bleeding out in the rain?”

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She crouched, her frail body shaking. “Up. On my back. I’ll get you to a healer. Now.”

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Riley tried to refuse-Mia was too old, too thin-but before she could protest again, Mia had already knelt in the mud, offering herself as a shield against the storm.

Tears mixed with rain on Riley’s cheeks as she leaned forward and gently wrapped her arms around Mia’s neck.

The old housekeeper rose slowly, every step a battle, every inch forward a war against time and age. The rain battered them from all sides, soaking their clothes, chilling their bones, but Mia refused to fall.

With her spine bent and feet slipping through the muddy road, she carried Riley down the long path leading away from the Ebonclaw estate.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her teeth clenched against the cold.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart,” she panted. “Hold on for me.”

Riley was slipping again. The fever roared in her blood. Her vision wavered. Her body felt like it was floating-disconnected, heavy, fading.

Cars roared past the roadside, their lights gleaming off the rain-slicked asphalt. Mia reached the curb and began waving both arms desperately.

“Please!” she cried. “Stop! Someone help us!”

But none did.

Vehicle after vehicle sped past, splashing water across them, drenching them further. Riley’s blood mingled with the dirty puddles, painting the road with streaks of crimson.

Mia stumbled forward and almost fell, but she gritted her teeth and pushed on, her knuckles white where they clung to Riley’s legs.

Just as her legs began to buckle beneath her, a sleek black Rolls-Royce rolled up to the curb. It came to a smooth, deliberate halt.

The rear window lowered.

Inside sat a man whose very presence exuded command. His cold, aristocratic features were barely visible in the shadows, but his silver-gold eyes gleamed through the dark like a predator’s in moonlight.

Lucien Duskgrave.

The Alpha Prince of the Stormridge Pack.

His gaze swept over them-first Mia, then the broken girl clinging to her back. Recognition flashed in his eyes when he saw Riley’s bruised and bloodied face.

His expression didn’t change. It rarely did.

But his door opened.

Mia practically collapsed in front of him. “Please, sir-shes dying. Her family has disowned her. She has no one else. You’re the only one who stopped.”

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Lucien said nothing

He looked down at Riley again.

Her scent hit him like a whisper from the past-wildflowers and ozone, with something deeper buried beneath. Something ancient. Something pure.

The White Wolf

He tilted his head, almost curious.

Without a word, he gave a single nod.

His Beta, Duke, stepped out from the driver’s seat and helped Mia settle Riley gently into the back seat.

Lucien slid in beside her, watching as her fevered body trembled uncontrollably. Her head lolled against the leather, blood still seeping from the wound beneath her damp hair.

She looked nothing like the fierce creature he’d glimpsed at the banquet. And yet… she was unmistakable.

He reached for a blanket stowed beneath the seat and dped it over her shivering form, watching closely as she curled into it with a soft, pained whimper.

“Drive,” he said calmly.

The engine roared to life.

Inside the car, silence hung heavy, broken only by Riley uneven breathing. Rain battered the windows as they sped toward the hospital.

When they arrived, Riley was immediately rushed into mergency care.

Lucien remained in the shadows of the corridor, his arms crossed, eyes unreadable.

Mia clung to the nurses, begging them to hurry. Her heart pounded as a doctor finally emerged from the double doors, his scrubs soaked in sweat and urgency.

“She’s lost a dangerous amount of blood and is suffering from severe infection. We need consent to operate. Who’s the legal guardian?”

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