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Twenty five

Autor: Dizzy angel
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-26 16:40:19

I couldn’t.

I opened my mouth to lie — I had a lie half-built, something about a debt, something manageable — and what came out instead was nothing at all, because my throat had closed around the memory of a platform and a paddle and fifty faces laughing up at me.

And he watched my silence answer him.

Something happened to the air in that car. It didn’t get loud. It got heavy, pressing on my ears, the way the sky does before it breaks, and every hair on my arms lifted at once. Through the windo
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  • The Alpha King’s obsession.   Fifty eight

    “You think you have won, haven’t you?” she said, to my back, and there was something in her voice, some last coiled thing, that made me stop. “You think it ends with my son in the wild and me in a small room. Foolish girl. You don’t even know what you’re holding.” She laughed, low and awful. “Your sister knew. Kiara always knew. Why do you think she did it? Why do you think the Chain wanted your family gone and you sold and never dead? There are people who have been waiting a very long time for what runs in your blood to be born, and you’ve gone and born it, and now you’ve hidden it in a nursery and told yourself it’s safe, foolish girl.” Her eyes glittered. “Ask your King what the White Moon is. Ask him why the last one vanished. Ask him whose sister she was.” The floor seemed to tilt all of a sudden. “What did you say,” I whispered. But the Dowager Luna only smiled, the same bright terrible smile she’d worn over a girl beaten on a b

  • The Alpha King’s obsession.   Fifty seven

    The Dowager Luna’s performance saved her from exile and cost her everything else, which was a justice I had not planned and found I could live with.The Council believed her, more or less. They could not prove she had written the grain-contract letter in her own hand, because she was far too careful for that, and a mother’s grief is a difficult thing to convict. So they did not exile her. They did something the old woman found infinitely worse, though it took her some weeks to understand it.They stripped her of the Blackwood name, since there was no longer a Blackwood pack for her to be Dowager of, and they left her exactly what she had left me. Nothing. No title, no lands, no allies, no son, no protection. An old woman with a ruined name in a crown-administered territory, surrounded by the very servants she had once ruled, who remembered every cruelty and were no longer afraid of her.I went to see her once, before I left Silverpine for the last time. I told myself it

  • The Alpha King’s obsession.   Fifty six

    “Dayn Blackwood,” the Council speaker said, “you are stripped of your title, your pack, and your standing. Silverpine passes to crown administration pending its people’s protection. You are exiled beyond the borders of the seven packs, to live or die by the wild as a lone wolf, which mercy is more than you extended to those you sold. The Council has spoken.”Exiled. To the wilds, to die as a lone wolf. The exact sentence he had offered me in his office, the one I had climbed out a window to escape, handed back to him now by the Council he had thought he stood above.He asked to speak before they took him. It was his right, the last one he had.They brought him before the crown, and I could have refused to hear him, and no one would have blamed me. But I had come too far in learning to be the kind of person who does not run on boots and hands, and so I nodded, and let the man who had thrown me away have his moment.“I’m sorry,” Dayn said.The hall went very quiet.

  • The Alpha King’s obsession.   Fifty five

    The crown inquiry closed its case against Silverpine on a grey afternoon in the great hall, and I was there for it, which mattered to me more than I had let myself admit.I sat at the crown’s side, not the accused’s, in the deep blue that had become mine, and I watched the evidence go before the full Alpha Council one piece at a time, and every piece was one I had helped pull into the light. The auction ledger in the Silverpine steward’s own hand. The freight manifests placing a Chain courier at my family’s gate the night of the fire. The nursery assassin’s chain of payment, running back through a chartered labour company to a letter about grain contracts sealed in the Dowager Luna’s morning room. Ken’s cracked confession, taken before he was poisoned inside the crown’s own walls. And the library records, the vervain research pulled month after month from a terminal under my dead sister’s login.The hall was silent for most of it. Alphas who had come prepared to see a family

  • The Alpha King’s obsession.   Fifty four

    He opened his mouth. I will remember what happened next for the rest of my life, because I watched it, from three feet away, and there was nothing I could do.He opened his mouth to answer me, and his face changed, and his hand went to his throat, and the wolf beside him, the guard who had brought him in, stepped back a single pace with a stillness that was its own confession. Ken folded to the library floor with foam at his lips and his eyes rolling white, and by the time I got to my knees beside him the seizure had him entirely, and the crown’s healer could do nothing, and neither could I.Vervain. The same poison that had killed my family. Given to Ken, somewhere between his cell and this room, by a hand that had reached him even here, even now, even inside a crown inquiry, exactly as a woman in grey had reached my son through a wall.He was dying. He knew it. He looked up at me through the poison with the last of himself, and he used it, the way Corvain had used his

  • The Alpha King’s obsession.   Fifty three

    The library records broke the frame open in a single afternoon, and they broke it open in a way that stopped my heart.I had heard Ken on the phone the night my family burned. It’s done. Made it look like an accident. I had built three seasons of survival on the certainty that Ken had lit the match. And Ken had. The inquiry proved it twice over, once in the freight manifests that put a Chain courier at our gate the night of the fire, and once in Ken’s own account, which cracked within an hour of a royal interrogator who could not be bribed and did not care whose Alpha he’d served.But Ken had not planned it. Ken was a hand, not a head, and heads leave their fingerprints in the details hands never think to hide.The vervain. The poison in the gas line, the same poison the frame had claimed I’d been researching. The inquiry traced the research, as I’d asked them to, back through the pack library’s terminals to the exact machine and the exact login that had pulled every tex

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