The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Scary Daughter

Amorah POV

The encrypted message arrived shortly after breakfast, just as i was trying to convince Kyra that frosting could not be considered a food group.

Zane immediately argued that cake contained eggs and milk, which technically made it nutritious, and their debate had already become loud enough to attract attention from half the kitchen staff.

I was about to respond when one of Conrad’s intelligence wolves entered the room carrying a secure tablet. The tension rolling off him immediately caught both my attentiort and Conrad’s.

Conrad rose from his chair before the wolf even reached us. His posture shifted subtly into that calm, controlled authority that always appeared whenever something serious happened.

“What is it?” Conrad asked.

The wolf glanced toward me before answering. “We’ve received a transmission, Alpha, and preliminary verification confirms the sender.”

The room fell quiet almost instantly. Even Kyra seemed to sense something important was happening.

“Who sent it?” I asked.

The wolf swallowed. “Bethany.”

A heavy silence settled over the table. For a moment, nobody reacted.

Then Kyra groaned dramatically and dropped her head onto the table. “Why does that woman always ruin meals?” Despite everything, several people laughed. Even Conrad’s mouth twitched slightly before the seriousness returned. I carefully pushed myself upright, one hand supporting my lower back as the baby shifted heavily. Pregnancy had become impossible to ignore now, and every movement reminded me that time was passing much faster than I wanted it to. Conrad immediately moved beside me. His hand settled against my back without hesitation, offering support without making a fuss about it.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded. “Let’s see what she sent.”

Within minutes, we had gathered inside the estate conference room. The twins came with us, and while they were no longer little children, they were mature enough now to understand when family decisions affected everyone.

The intelligence team projected Bethany’s files onto the large screen. Documents filled the display almost immediately, including financial records, archived communications, witness statements, and encrypted protection network files. One exhausted–looking analyst stood beside the screen. “We’ve already authenticated several sections.”

Conrad folded his arms. “And?”

“It’s legitimate.”

The room became silent again.

I lowered myself carefully into a chair and immediately felt the baby kick. Kyra noticed and pointed.

“The baby always does that during important meetings.”

“Maybe it’s taking notes,” Zane replied.

The comment earned another round of laughter and briefly eased the tension.

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The lead analyst switched to the first report. “Bethany appears to have accessed one of the last surviving sections of the original protection network archive.”

My attention sharpened immediately. Every major discovery over the past few months seemed connected to that archive. The analyst continued. “The recovered files support a theory we’ve gradually developed during our investigation.”

I leaned forward slightly. “Which theory?”

He looked directly at me. “That you were never the primary target

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The analyst opened another document. Timelines appeared across the screen, accompanied by names, photographs, bank transfers, and records stretching back decades.

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Chapter 170: Scary Daughter

“The attacks against you were real, he explained. “Your exile was real. The effort to destroy your reputation was absolutely real

nodded slowly.

“But?” I asked.

“But someone else was considered the greater threat.”

Conrad stepped closer to the screen. “Who?”

“We didn’t know,” the analyst admitted. “Until now.”

The next series of documents appeared.

Financial records stretched across multiple territories. Wealth transfers moved between powerful families, council members, and business networks.

I stared at the numbers. The scale was staggering.

Nobody spent that kind of money simply to remove one inconvenient wolf from pack politics. Entire fortunes had been mobilized.

“What were they protecting?” Conrad asked.

The analyst exchanged a glance with another member of his team.

“Wealth.”

The kind of wealth capable of controlling multiple packs for generations. The kind people would kill for.

I sat back slowly and pressed a hand against my stomach. Months of discoveries suddenly seemed to fit together in a way they never had before.

The analyst opened another file. “This is where the investigation changes completely.”

The screen filled with names.

Many belonged to wolves who were already dead. Others belonged to families that still held influence today. One name appeared repeatedly. Conrad narrowed his eyes. “That same name keeps appearing.”

“Yes,” the analyst said. “Every major operation eventually traces/back to concerns about that individual.”

The room grew tense again. For the first time that morning, I noticed uncertainty crossing Conrad’s face. That alone made my stomach tighten. Conrad rarely looked/surprised.

The analyst checked another monitor. “We’re still decrypting the final protected file.”

“How long?” Conrad asked.

“About thirty minutes.”

Nobody liked that answer.

While the team continued working, the room settled into an uneasy wait. I shifted in my chair, and the baby immediately protested with another strong kick.

Conrad crouched beside me.

“You need a break.”

“I need answers.”

“You need both.”

His hand covered mine.

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The simple gesture calmed me more than any reassurance could have. Over the past year, Conrad had never tried to control my decisions or hide me from difficult truths.

He stayed beside me while I faced them. Across the room, Kyra and Zane sat unusually quietly.

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