Scarlett’s face drained of all color as the reality of her situation finally hit her.
In a desperate bid for survival, she made a split–second decision. She scrambled forward on her hands and knees, reaching toward Grayson’s legs with trembling hands.
“Your Majesty, please!” she sobbed, her voice cracking with terror. “I didn’t know–I swear I didn‘ know Emma was your Queen!”
Tears streamed down her face as she groveled in the dirt.
“It was all a misunderstanding! I thought she was lying about—”
Before her fingers could even graze the fabric of his pants, Grayson’s boot connected with he chest in a vicious kick.
The impact sent her flying backward through the air. Scarlett’s body crashed into a tree trunk with a sickening thud.
She crumpled to the ground, gasping for air as blood trickled from her mouth.
Grayson’s ice–blue eyes swept over her with the same disgust one might reserve for stepping in rotting garbage.
“Pathetic,” he said coldly, dismissing her completely.
Turning his attention back to me, Grayson’s expression immediately softened with tender
concern.
I was conscious but barely, my breathing shallow and labored. Dark bruises were already forming on my pale skin, and my clothes were torn from the struggle.
“Let’s get you home,” he whispered gently, lifting me more securely in his arms.
Without another glance at the cowering Scarlett or my treacherous parents, Grayson began walking toward the forest’s edge.
His form shimmered and expanded as he shifted into his massive black wolf. Even by Alpha standards, his wolf was enormous, easily dwarfing any other wolf I had ever seen.
He gently settled me onto his back, his fur soft and warm against my injured skin.
As he bounded through the moonlit forest toward the Royal territory, his powerful stride smooth and careful not to jostle my wounds.
During the journey, I felt Grayson’s mind link with mine. His mental voice was warm and reassuring despite my weakened state.
‘I’ve already had Scarlett and your parents arrested and thrown into the Silver Prison,” he told me, his rage carefully controlled so as not to frighten me.
“When you’re recovered, you can decide their fate. Whatever punishment you choose, I’ll support completely.”
The Silver Prison. Even in my injured state, the name sent a chill through me.
It was notorious throughout the werewolf world–a place where the worst criminals were held in cells lined with silver. The metal constantly weakened them, making escape impossible.
The mere mention of it was enough to make even the bravest wolves tremble.
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Upon reaching the Royal medical facilities, Grayson immediately summoned the kingdom‘: most skilled healers.
“Spare no expense,” he commanded as they examined my injuries. “Use whatever resource: necessary.”
No expense was indeed spared in my treatment. They brought rare moonflower extract that cos more than most packs‘ annual budgets.
Healing crystals sourced from the deepest caves were placed around my bed. Treatment herb: so precious they were usually reserved for the Royal family alone were prepared specially fo
- me.
For three days, I drifted in and out of consciousness while the medical team worked tirelessly to heal my injuries.
Through my hazy awareness, I could sense Grayson’s constant presence. He never left my side holding my hand and speaking softly to me even when I couldn’t respond.
“Come back to me, Emma,” I heard him whisper during one of my lucid moments. “I need you tc come back.”
On the fourth day, something extraordinary happened.
As my eyes fluttered open, I felt different. Stronger. More alive than I had ever felt before.
Every werewolf in the room suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to bow their heads in submission.
A new scent filled the air–not the gentle, sweet fragrance of a Beta wolf, but something commanding and powerful.
The aura of an Alpha.
“Impossible,” breathed the head physician, his eyes wide with shock. “She’s awakened Alpha blood. But that’s… that’s never happened before.”
His voice trembled with disbelief.
“Beta wolves don’t just become Alphas. It goes against everything we know about werewolf genetics.”
Grayson’s expression grew troubled by this unprecedented development. He immediately ordered a full investigation into my background.
“I want to know everything,” he commanded his investigators. “Her birth records, her family history, everything.”
What they discovered sent his rage to murderous levels.
The lead investigator approached us with grim findings.
‘Your Majesty,” he said carefully, “Emma isn’t her parents‘ biological daughter. She was adopted as a young child.”
My heart stopped. Adopted?
‘Rather than telling her the truth, her adoptive father saw an opportunity for exploitation,” he continued.
‘For years, he had been secretly adding wolfsbane and other toxic herbs to her food. Not enough
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to kill her, but just enough to suppress her natural Alpha bloodline.”
The room fell silent as the implications sank in.
“The constant poisoning forced her wolf into a Beta state,” the investigator explained. “Only the severe trauma of the recent attack, combined with the powerful healing herbs you provided, finally purged the toxins from her system.”
“This allowed her true nature to emerge,” he concluded.
When the full investigation results were presented to me, I felt a strange sense of relief wash
over me.
My suspicions over the years were finally confirmed. I had never understood why my so–called parents were so cruel to me.
The way they treated me like a commodity rather than a daughter. The constant criticism and emotional abuse.
It turned out I wasn’t their child at all.”
Everything made sense now. The lack of family resemblance. The way I never felt like I belonged
The cruel indifference they showed me while favoring my supposed brother.
My lips curved into a cold smile as I processed this revelation.
“It’s time to get revenge,” I said quietly, my new Alpha voice carrying authority I had never possessed before.
Chapter 25
