The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523

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“You still have the nerve to worry about him? I saw him utting with your mate with my own eyes. Maybe worry about your own damn dignity first.”

At first, Alpha Alaric’s mind rejected the accusation outright. But something in his expression shifted, as if an unpleasant thought had taken root. His gaze swung sharply toward Luna Zara, and the fury in his eyes burned hot enough to blister.

“You vile creature,” he spat. “I should’ve known no wolf from your bloodline could be trusted. I’m away from the den handling the Ebonclaw Pack’s affairs, and you-unable to stand the loneliness-drugged Caden, taking advantage while he was half-conscious to force yourself on him.”

“You’re a disgrace. A she-wolf who won’t tend to her den or raise her pups, but runs off to rut like a common stray-you make me sick to look at.”

Theo’s jaw tightened, the sheer absurdity of the accusation making his wolf bristle.

Luna Zara’s chest heaved, her hands trembling as rage and regret tangled inside her. How had she ever been blind enough to choose this male-a deceitful, venom-tongued cur-over her own pride? He had betrayed their bond, abandoned Riley to an orphanage, and then with no shame, dragged home the little whelp sired with his mistress, forcing Zara to raise her for two decades.

And now he dared to twist the truth to paint her as the guilty one.

“Alaric, I’ll tear you apart!” she snarled, launching herself toward him, claws flashing.

Before she could reach him, the heavy oak gates of the Duskgrave estate swung slowly open.

Mia stepped out, her expression unreadable, voice cool as she said, “Weren’t you here to see Alpha Lucien?”

The air outside froze, tension spiking.

Alaric’s eyes lit briefly with triumph. He tore Luna Zara grasp from his sleeve-only for his brows to knit when he realized it wasn’t the Alpha Prince himself but mere servant Mia.

“You old crone-what are you doing here?” he sneered.

Mia gave no answer, only meeting his gaze with a depth that was impossible to decipher.

Alaric’s pride prickled. She was nothing but a servant-how dare she look at him like that? He nearly barked at her, but the thought struck him that they stood on Duskgrave ground, and any insult to a servant here would be an insult to Alpha Lucien himself.

So instead, he exhaled sharply through his nose. “Caden let’s go.”

Caden’s breathing had steadied somewhat, though pain still shadowed his features. As he pushed Alaric’s wheelchair past Theo Hale, Caden shot the healer a gla sharp with unspoken warning.

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