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After My Death, My Alpha Mother Finally Regretted It
After My Death, My Alpha Mother Finally Regretted It
作者: Belen

Chapter 1

作者: Belen
The underground arena was so quiet you could hear a claw scratch against stone. The only sounds were the sharp drag of talons across the walls and the heavy rasp of labored breathing.

I floated somewhere above it all, looking down at my own body standing in the center ring.

That body looked dead. Hollow eyes locked on the contestant across from it, while its right hand moved on its own, throwing strikes like something else was driving it, fast enough to leave afterimages.

A competitor in the adjacent ring caught the movement out of the corner of their eye. They glanced over and immediately swallowed hard, their face going pale.

They probably thought I was using some kind of berserker combat technique.

I wasn't. It was just muscle memory, the kind that gets carved into your body after years of brutal, high-volume training. Pure conditioned reflex.

This was nothing more than a dead body mechanically executing the habits it had learned while alive.

I had already been run to death two days before the Trials began.

The Submission Mark carved into my heart had burned through every last scrap of my life force.

What stood in that ring now was nothing but a shell, a hollow puppet being driven by my mother through the Submission Mark.

Twenty minutes before the final bell, my shell, under the Submission Mark's command, stiffly threw down the last contestant and became the only participant to finish every Trial event ahead of schedule.

Outside the arena, the crowd pressed in thick. Record Keepers clutching crystal orbs surged forward and surrounded "me," pressing their recording crystals close to those pale, bloodless lips.

"Contestant, you're the first person to score a perfect run in this year's Trials. How would you rate the difficulty?"

"Your speed was incredible. Any special technique you'd like to share?"

Dozens of crystal orbs lit up blue.

My body stood frozen in place, jaw working slightly. My vocal cords had collapsed at death, so not a sound came out.

The Record Keepers exchanged uneasy looks. The silence stretched into something awkward.

Then a shrill female voice sliced through the crowd like a blade.

"Move! Everyone move!"

My mother shoved her way through, dressed in her deep crimson Alpha's robe, face glowing. She snatched the amplifier out of a Record Keeper's hands and smoothly pulled the cold, rigid body into a side embrace. Her smile spread all the way to the creases at her eyes.

"Don't mind her, she's just so locked in from the Trials, her focus hasn't come back down yet."

"I'm her mother. Any questions, you can ask me."

Every crystal orb swiveled toward her.

She stood up straight and launched into what she clearly considered her magnum opus, the Gospel of Raising a Wolf.

"Everything this child has achieved, it's from the strict training I gave her from birth."

"Diet, living conditions, all carefully controlled. High-protein, high-rank prey, moonlight bathing, not one of them skipped."

"She didn't need to worry about anything. Every day, all she had to do was train as hard as she possibly could."

"I have a complete system. I'm the strongest Alpha in this pack, and my daughter will be too. That's why she moves like that. That's the Moon Goddess's blessing I fought to get for her."

I watched from the air above, and felt something close to suffocation.

My mother's eyes were lit with greed and vanity, the way someone looks at a masterwork weapon they spent years forging.

She had no idea that the perfect instrument she had so carefully sharpened was already rotting from the inside out.

To maintain the image of "genius warrior" in front of the crowd, she kept one hand hidden in her sleeve, fingers clenched tight around the Submission Mark's control rune, feeding a constant stream of commands: Stay upright. Stay upright.

The interview lasted a full thirty minutes.

The crowd finally dispersed. My mother dropped the smile, reached over, and yanked hard at my shell's arm.

"Stop playing dead. Get back and prep for the Water Trial this afternoon."

She turned to leave, and at that moment a faint sound reached my ears.

Click.

It was the sound of wolf bones setting rigid, of muscle fibers beginning to contract. A death countdown that only a wandering soul can hear.
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    Time moved as it always does, quietly, without asking permission.A few years later, it was early summer again.The pack's sacred calendar turned to another round of the annual Ascension Trials. The entire settlement cleared the way for those competing.Outside the arena, the crowd was just as dense as ever. Wolves from every family watched anxiously, hoping to see their children shine.But somewhere along the outer edge of the crowd, there was no longer a woman in a deep crimson robe, no one with a strange set of rune tokens in her fist and that particular fire burning in her eyes.Beneath an old cypress tree outside the containment ward, Coach Kane stood alone in the dappled shade.His hair had gone completely white. His shoulders had curved with the years. His face carried every season that had passed.He held a bundle of pure white moonflowers, damp with morning dew, and looked toward the arena's closed gates with quiet, grieving eyes.The early summer wind moved through the cypres

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    The interrogation room went quiet as a grave.My mother stared at the suicide scroll and the death record on the table. The muscles of her face had begun to move without her permission.The evidence was absolute. The live broadcast footage from the pack's communication channels had already ignited a firestorm, and the pack's anger was a physical thing, nearly enough to crash every broadcasting node the enforcement hall ran.Then hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor outside.Coach Kane, as the key witness, was brought into the observation room next door.Through the thick one-way mirror, he laid out everything, a devastated, relentless account of every cruelty she had put me through over the years."She destroyed Jasmine with her own hands. She has no right to call herself a mother. She is nothing but a fanatic.""She stripped that child of every right to develop her perception gifts. She used two lives as steps to stand on."Every word went through the amplification spell, every s

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    Coach Kane's words hit the crowd like a thunderclap, and the noise died.I floated in the air above, my soul-shape already growing transparent at the edges.After the satisfaction of seeing this come to its end, those words caught me off guard too. What rose up in me wasn't triumph anymore, just an exhaustion that went to the bone and the hollow emptiness of someone about to dissolve.Then a strange pulse reached me from my side.A young male ghost, clean-featured, dressed in an old-style training uniform, was standing quietly next to me. I hadn't heard him arrive.He looked almost exactly like me.A small crescent moon birthmark sat at the corner of one eye, the blood-lineage mark of the Hale bloodline.He gently reached out and touched my shoulder with the tips of his fingers.Because of the shared bloodline, the moment we made contact, a wave of memory crashed into me, enormous and terrible.The truth was this: he was the real Kai Hale.My brother. And my actual name was Lily Hale.

  • After My Death, My Alpha Mother Finally Regretted It   Chapter 5

    Nobody moved.Every crystal orb was pointed directly at the wreckage on the ground.The decay hit the air all at once, thick in the stifling heat.Record Keepers clutched their stomachs, retching, dropping their equipment and staggering backward.My mother's feverish smile locked in place and stopped moving.She stared at the ruined body, then at the gray powder on the stone where the mark had been, her pupils jerking and shaking."No. That's not possible."The thought hit her and she moved, lurching forward, dropping beside it, hands clawing frantically at the ash as if putting it back together could somehow undo what had happened."Jasmine, get up. Everyone's watching. Are you trying to humiliate me?"She looked like a gambler who had just lost every chip. She threw herself against the ground and grabbed at the shell's arm to drag it upright.The moment she pulled, there was a sound like wet cloth tearing.The entire right arm came away from the body in her hands, trailing blackened,

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    I watched my mother's frozen expression, and a memory surfaced from a year ago.Coach Kane had discovered something unusual, my aptitude for perception-type combat arts. It wasn't just strong; it was genuinely rare. He had purchased specialized perception-amplifying ore out of his own pocket, and gone to my mother to make a case: let me develop as a perception-specialist, not the brute-force path, but the one that actually fit what I was.Perception-type warriors were almost unheard of in pack society. Those who developed the ability fully often became the true strategic core of an entire pack, the kind that couldn't be replaced with raw power.What did he get for that?My mother went to the pack council and screamed at him directly: "Perception-types are useless. Can't fight. Any wolf with strong perception is just like that pack-betraying father she has, weak where it counts. My daughter takes the pure combat path. She does what I say."Coach Kane was eventually pressured into filing

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