The Shattered Dawn — Harvey Price novel Chapter 14

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14|Beta Jayden’s daughter.

The world paused the moment Lucien said those words. I didn’t think it was possible, but the air around me grew even more suffocating, like the auras of the three Alphas had intensified all at once.

I wasn’t even sure how it had come to this point. When I prepared to enter this ritual, I’d expected only two

outcomes:

That I would complete it and leave with the golds without getting caught… or, if luck wasn’t on my side, I’d be killed swiftly, my life ending without hesitation.

But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this would happen.

Silas and Claude both frowned, their cold gazes narrowing at Lucien. Their eyes glowed brighter, jaws clenched, and a low, dangerous growl rumbled from them both, while Lucien simply stared back with a blank expression. Yet the slight tilt of his lips revealed he was enjoying every second of it.

And me?

My vision blurred, my body trembled as pain shot through me. My breathing grew rapid, and I could feel blood trickle down my neck where Lucien’s claws dug in.

I was about to draw my last breath. My hands weakly clawed at Lucien’s, knowing it was no use. A wolfless omega like me couldn’t possibly escape an Alpha’s grip but I still tried, because…

“Forgive your father, but don’t die yet. Turn back. You have to live. You have to survive.”

I wanted to live. For my father. For my mother.

I had to live because my mother’s survival depended on mine.

“Well?” Lucien hummed, his voice flat. “Do you think you can save this omega before her head falls to the ground? Do you think it’s possible?”

I gasped sharply, too weak to scream as tears began to fall.

As Silas and Claude turned to glance at each other, I parted my lips. I forced the words out, even though they were barely a whisper, drowned beneath the ringing in my ears. Still, I spoke.

“P-Please…” I used the last of the air in my lungs. “Please.. spare me. I don’t want to d-die.”

The three Alphas immediately turned to me, their eyes narrowing as broken sobs shook through me. Lucien tilted his head slightly, staring at me with an expression so empty it made my blood freeze. It felt as though I was staring into the eyes of the devil himself, no words I said, no matter how much I begged would stop him from ending me.

But for the briefest moment, I saw something flicker in his eyes, something I couldn’t name. His jaw clenched as though he were fighting something deep within himself. He hissed, and just as his hand tightened around my neck, a low chuckle sounded from behind him.

Our eyes flicked forward.

Claude stood there, grinning, his gaze filled with nothing but amusement and excitement as he took a step towards us while Silas watched, his own eyes narrowing at ucien.

“You know, this reminds me of when we were kids,” Claud drawled, stepping closer. “Whenever we all wanted the same toy, and you refused to share… you acted just like his.”

He let out a slow exhale, his eyes glinting with wicked delight.

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“You threatened to rip its head clean off just so no one else could touch it. You’ve always been the fucking psycho, Lucien.”

He paused briefly, his grin widening.

“And the strongest too.”

Lucien arched a brow at his words. As Claude casually pushed strands of blonde hair back, he hummed nonchalantly. 1

“But you seem to have forgotten that I’m the quickest among us three.”

That was all he said before vanishing in the blink of an eye. He moved so fast my gaze couldn’t follow him, only a blur of shadow remained. In the next instant, he appeared beside Lucien, reaching for his hand, about to yank it away from me.

Lucien frowned, distracted and from the way his claws began to grow, I knew he was seconds away from impaling

But before he could, my heart skipped a beat-Silas was suddenly between us. With a violent shove, he ripped Lucien’s hand away, slammed his chest, and drove him hard into the far wall.

As I stumbled, about to fall, Claude’s arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me close as he crouched down.

My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach, and I gasped as Claude’s hold steadied me. The world seemed to blur when I looked up and found him smirking down at me, his piercing gaze locked on mine.

A breathless gasp escaped me as I took in his flawless face, and insane as it was, despite almost being beheaded a second ago, my heart raced.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Seeing him this close made my body heat up instinctively, and for a split second, the urge to lean into him became almost unbearable.

Fuck.

“You must really be special, even though you’re wolfless,” Claude murmured, his smirk widening.

I blinked up at him, confused, the words slipping from my mouth before I could stop them.

“W-what?” I stammered, my voice breaking.

Before I could even react, he leaned in, his face hovering just inches from mine as he spoke in a low, sinful whisper:

“I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve spilled inside you… but feeling your naked body pressed against mine like this makes me hard enough to take you right here, all over again”

My eyes went wide at his shameless words, my face turning bright pink as I quickly dropped my gaze. But this only seemed to amuse him further. With a sudden grip on my chin, he tilted my face back up, forcing me to meet his gaze again. My heart nearly exploded when he took my and, leaned in, and pressed a slow kiss to my skin, all while holding eye contact. I swallowed hard as he spoke next.

“What do you say we go for another round, she-wolf-”

His words cut off with a sharp yelp as Lucien grabbed him by the back of the neck and flung him across the room. The wall behind him cracked on impact, right beside Silas, who now had a large hole in the wall next to his head. He stared at Claude with a cold, unreadable expression… though I caught the faint curl of his lips, as if he were holding back disgust.

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Before I could blink, Lucien was in front of me again, a menacing growl rumbling deep in his chest.

“What the fuck, Lucien?!” Claude’s angry voice snapped from across the room. “You didn’t have to throw me that hard!”

Lucien ignored him. As he stepped closer, the earlier fear cane crashing back over me. I scrambled back, trying to put distance between us, but in the next second, Lucien’s hand shot out and grabbed me by the neck. My eyes widened as his claws grew at lightning speed.

This time, without hesitation, he raised his claws toward my face, ready to slash.

As he prepared to end my life, my eyes instinctively fluttered shut, and I heard Claude curse under his breath. I braced for the pain but it never came.

The room fell silent, the only sound the steady ticking of the clock.

“Fucking bastard,” I heard Lucien growl.

My eyes snapped open and I froze.

Lucien’s claws were inches from my face, trembling in the air… but he couldn’t move.

It wasn’t Claude stopping him-no one was.

No… it was as if something invisible was holding him back. His jaw clenched, his face twisting with rage, but his hand remained suspended, frozen in place.

I blinked in confusion as I watched Lucien hiss, straining to move his hand but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t.

“Huh?” My gaze flicked to Claude, who raised a brow and stepped closer to Lucien, tilting his head as he observed him. When Lucien’s furious eyes shifted to him, Claude asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

Lucien didn’t respond. He simply glared at Claude.

A second later, Claude’s eyes widened, and a grin slowly spread across his face as though he’d just realized something.

“Wait… don’t tell me your wolf-”

But before he could finish his sentence, there was a knock at the door.

The cold voice that answered belonged to Silas, and when I glanced at him, I found him sitting on the bed, his legs crossed, his gaze fixed on the door.

My gaze followed his, and everyone turned as the door opened to reveal Theila-the head attendant of the packhouse, the one who had helped me sneak into the ritual.

The moment she stepped in and our eyes met, her gaze widened in shock. I saw her eyes well up with tears as soon as she saw me. My heartbeat quickened with fear, terrified he might be implicated because of me.

“Theila,” Silas said, his voice low and cold.

She instantly snapped out of her daze, dropping to her knees with her head bowed, trembling under the weight of the three Alphas’ stares.

“A-Alpha Silas,” she stammered, her voice shaky. Claude ted his head, his tone laced with curiosity.

“Hm? Isn’t she the head attendant? What is she doing here!”

Silas ignored him, his gaze never leaving Theila.

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“Tell them what you told me through the mindlink just now,” he commanded.

Theila immediately lowered her head to the ground, her voice trembling, though she didn’t hesitate.

“F-forgive me, Alphas. I was the one who allowed Lilith into the ritual, despite knowing she is wolfless. And that

is because…” Her voice cracked slightly, but she forced herself to continue.

“That is because she is the late Beta Jayden’s daughter, the one who died alongside the late Alpha”

Lucien and Claude froze, their shocked expressions snapping toward me at the same time.

And for the first time since last night, I saw a genuine flicker of surprise cross Lucien’s face.

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