Chapter 287
Chapter 287
Chapter 287
Riley’s POV
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“Was it because you abandoned me to Rogues? Or because you carved a kidney out of me just to save Scarlett p>
My voice was ice, every word a blade sinking into Alpha Alaric’s chest.
“You cold-blooded beast. To harm your own mate and child… whatever fate you’ve come to suffer, you earned it yourself p>
A humorless laugh escaped me, sharp as broken glass. “And you still dare beg me? How laughable p>
I drove my boot hard into him. The once-mighty Alpha of Ebonclaw Pack crumpled in the mud, coughing blood, his body trembling. Yet even beaten and broken, he pawed toward me, his mouth forming garbled pleas, his eyes desperate.
I stood unmoved, watching him writhe. There was no pity left in me, no thread of daughterly mercy.
“I already told you. I came here only to witness with my own eyes the ruin of you and Scarlett. Now I have seen it. My heart is finally at ease p>
Terror swam in his gaze, wide and frantic. He wanted to scream that he hadn’t meant it, that it was Dean Elira Blackthorn who poisoned his mind, that Caden Blackthorn had twisted his hand. That he was a victim, not a monster.
But no sound came.
I turned from him, my eyes cutting to Scarlett.
She looked like a drowned cur, caked in filth, shackled and snarling even in her pitiful state.
I smiled coldly, “Scarlett… my kidney has served you long enough. Don’t you think it’s time to return it p>
She froze at my words, caught in my gaze. For the first time, her bravado shattered. Her body shook, and she scrambled backward on hands and knees until she tumbled into the sty, reeking of mud and rot.
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Step by step, I followed. My body was weak, but my will was iron. She huddled in the corner, arms clutched tight, trembling like prey before a predator.
How pitiful she looked.
And how utterly undeserving of pity.
Above us, the sky darkened. When we had climbed the mountain, it had been bright. Now thunder grumbled in the clouds, lightning flashing at the edges. The storm was coming.
Everyone who had wronged me had fallen. Their punishment was more wretched than my own suffering had ever been. The weight on my chest loosened. My chains broke with the storm.
I turned to Lucien. “My lord… the rain is coming. Let’s take Scarlett and leave this place p>
Lucien gave a short nod, flicking his gaze to Caelum.
Caelum’s eyes gleamed with unspoken understanding. He strode to the old man- the cruel patriarch who had once held even Alpha Alaric in check-and growled, his voice steel and storm. “The key to the chains. Now p>
Power rolled off him, pressing the old wolf flat. Wheezing, terrified, the man fumbled the key from his robes and thrust it into Caelum’s hand.
Without hesitation, Caelum entered the sty. His movements were sharp, merciless, as he unlatched the lock and seized the chain. With one brutal yank, Scarlett was wrenched from the filth like a hog dragged for slaughter.
She thrashed, shrieking, but her body was wasted, bones jutting under her skin. Her claws raked the earth but found no purchase. To Caelum she was nothing more than a dog on a leash, dragged through the muck.
Lucien knelt before me, voice low, tender in contrast to the violence around us. “Riley, Get on. I’ll carry you p>
This time, I did not argue. My limbs gave in to the warmth of his strength. Slowly, I climbed onto his back, resting against him as he lifted me as though I weighed nothing at all.
Together we left the rotting yard, down the twisted mountain path. The storm
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broke above us, rain hammering down, drenching earth and bone alike.
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Behind us, I could still hear Alaric’s broken cries-garbled, wet, a child’s whimper trapped in an old wolf’s throat. His eyes followed me, wild and pleading, snot and tears running into the mud.
But I never looked back.
The old man snarled in frustration at his pitiful noise. Seizing a broom, he laid into Alaric’s body with savage blows. “Cry, cry, cry—your old man’s not dead yet! What are you howling for, you cursed thing p>
The broken Alpha tried to shield himself, but the strikes landed mercilessly until, finally, he collapsed, unconscious.
The patriarch tossed the broom aside with disgust, muttering curses as he turned away, leaving Alaric’s body in the storm.
Rain poured harder, each drop like a spear. Within moments, Alaric was soaked through, lying motionless in the mud, blood and filth washing from his ruined frame.
No one spared him a glance.
Scarlett stumbled as Caelum dragged her forward, her knees shredding on stone, nails breaking, palms torn raw.
Lucien bore me on his back, every step steady despite the mud sucking at his boots. Each stride sent water splashing high, his strength a constant, unshakable force beneath me.
And I finally free of the past-let the storm wash my soul clean.
And I’m about to get my kidney back.
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