Chapter 132
Chapter 132
Third person POV
The news reached Felicity before dawn.
Whispers first, half-formed rumors traded by servants who thought their conversations were private. Then confirmation, clear and damning, from her informant in the southern court.
Nolan had confessed his love to Ellie. Publicly.
For a long, pulsing second, Felicity couldn’t move. The words on the page blurred, rage simmering low and poisonous in her chest. Then, slowly, she set the phone down and rose to her feet.
He’d said it in front of everyone. Declared his love for her like some tragic hero in a story that was supposed to have ended years ago.
The glass in her hand shattered before she realized she’d tightened her grip. Shards rained over the desk, glittering like ice.
Cold, impersonal. The way Nolan had always seemed. How had a man like him- a man who lived his life with careful precision and emotional detachment- confess his love like that?
If the rumors were to be believed, he’d been pleading with her.
It made Felicity sick to imagine it.
The alpha of Silver Fang, pouring his heart out to a rogue and begging her to accept him. It was disgusting.
No alpha would stoop so low, least of all her alpha.
Felicity couldn’t even picture it. She’s seen Nolan vulnerable. She was one of the few people alive who had seen him cry. But she couldn’t picture him pleading for anything.
The Nolan she knew would rather die than admit to that kind of vulnerability.
This was all Ellie’s fault. She was a stain on Nolan’s life, a leech that sucked away his strength and dignity. Now that Nolan was alone with her, there was no one to protect him. No one to point out Ellie’s lies, her games.
Felicity wouldn’t stand for this. Nolan had made a mistake by sending her away, but she understood why. He didn’t have much choice once the situation was revealed to the pack elders. But she would forgive him for that.
Because she loved him.
“So,” she murmured, voice soft, dangerous. “She’s still playing her little games p>
She’d expected Nolan to double down on his choice. To try to convince the kingdom that he had a happy life with Ellie, just for political purposes.
But not this. Not a spectacle.
It changed everything.
If he was still willing to throw away his reputation for her, then killing the girl quietly wasn’t enough. Felicity
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needed to burn down everything that protected her everything that gave her safety to hide behind.
Moonstone.
They’d sheltered her. Hidden her under their Alpha’s nose, helped her rebuild while the rest of them were hunting her shadow. If it hadn’t been for Cassian’s interference that night, Felicity would’ve finished her off and none of this would be happening now.
Her lips curled into a cold smile.
“Accelerate the preparations,” she told the guard standing by the door. “We must strike sooner than planned p>
He hesitated. “Ma’am, the troops aren’t p>
“I said, do it.” My voice cracked like a whip. “If Moonstone wants to play protector, then they can die for her too p>
The man bowed his head, murmuring, “Yes, ma’am,” before slipping out.
She stared after him, letting the quiet settle again. In the distance, rain fell over the courtyard-soft, silent, merciless.
“Let’s see if she survives this time,” she whispered.
Ellie POV
The ballroom had been full of noise earlier-music, laughter, the thrum of too many conversations blending into one-but now, at home in the packhouse, the halls were quiet. Too quiet.
After Nolan’s confession, neither of us had said much. He’d walked me back to my room in silence, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable.
I hadn’t known what to say either. Part of me still couldn’t believe he’d said it—those words I’d spent years thinking I’d never hear.
I love you.
Even now, they didn’t feel real.
Because if he meant them, then everything we’d done to survive, every wall I’d built between us, was starting to crack. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to.
Things were already so complicated. Hearing him say those words so earnestly was like a shard of ice to the heart. The guilt I felt for hiding so much from him intensified with each step toward my room.
Nolan hesitated at the door as I walked inside. I could see the storm in his eyes as he looked at me. He wanted to say something, but he restrained himself. Instead, he
only muttered a soft goodnight before closing the door with a quiet click.
I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tangled in the blanket, staring at nothing. My
chest felt tight, full of things I couldn’t name. Guilt. Hope. Fear.
When my phone buzzed, the sound almost startled me.
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