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39. The Broken Throne
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2026-05-31 14:50:32
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The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 50. The Cora Vane Institute
Cora’s POVThe heavy mahogany doors of the master suite finally slid open without the pressurized hiss of a medical lock.I stepped out into the grand, vaulted corridor of the Citadel, my breath catching slightly in my throat. My legs were still somewhat weak, and a dull, deep ache throbbed beneath the layers of tight gauze binding my shoulder, but I refused to show it. I walked with my chin up, my uninjured arm draped protectively around Leo’s shoulders as he bounded excitedly beside me.Silas walked half a step ahead of us, his tall, imposing frame moving with an effortless, predatory grace. Every royal guard we passed instantly snapped to attention, their eyes dropping out of respect for their Alpha King.The atmosphere Inside the palace walls was suffocatingly tense. The servants we passed shrank against the stone walls, their nostrils flaring as they caught the scent of my human blood. The entire pack knew about the rogue attack in the residential wing. They
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 49. The Way of the Wolf
Cora’s POVThe silk sheets felt like shackles.I sat propped up against a mountain of goose-down pillows, my uninjured hand tightly gripping the edge of the cream-colored duvet. My back and shoulder were still stiff, encased in a tight corset of medical bandages, but the blinding, white-hot agony from two days ago had settled into a dull, throb. The pack-doctors’ sedatives were wearing off, and with the returning clarity came a suffocating, clawing restlessness.Silas had built me a beautiful tomb. The air in the massive royal suite was perfectly climate-controlled, the scent of fresh lilies drifted from the marble countertops, and a tray of untouched, gourmet food sat on a silver cart by the door. But the heavy mahogany door remained locked from the outside. The reinforced glass windows didn’t budge. I was a phantom in his palace, kept alive but entirely stripped of my agency.Then, a sound drifted through the adjoining wall, cutting through the sterile silence.
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 48. The Viper in the Den
Silas’s POV The underground cells beneath the Iron Wing were designed to crush a wolf’s spirit long before the executioner’s blade ever touched their neck. The air down here was freezing, thick with the suffocating, bitter scent of silver-damped iron and decades of stagnant blood. I walked down the damp stone steps, the heavy folds of my dark royal robes brushing against the walls. Cassian was waiting for me at the bottom of the corridor, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression grim under the flickering torchlight. “Is it alive?” I asked, my voice cutting through the damp chill like a razor. “Barely,” Cassian grunted, turning to lead me down the row of reinforced iron doors. “I kept the executioners away from him just like you ordered, Alpha. He’s bound in heavy silver chains, but he hasn’t uttered a single word since we dragged him out of the residential wing. He’s feral. Just snaps his jaws every time we get close.” “H
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 47. The Velvet Noose
Silas’s POVThe beast inside me had stopped roaring. It had hardened into something far more dangerous: absolute, unyielding calculation.I stood before the floor-to-ceiling reinforced glass windows of the newly renovated master suite in the Royal Wing, my hands clasped loosely behind my back. Outside, the morning sun was just cresting over the jagged peaks of the Silver Moon mountains, casting a cold, crisp light over the sprawling courtyard below. Yesterday, this room had been an empty, heavily fortified vault used only during high-level pack emergencies. Overnight, I had commanded a small army of omegas to tear it apart and rebuild it.Now, it was a sanctuary of staggering luxury. The floors were covered in thick, plush white carpets that swallowed the sound of footprints. The massive king-sized bed was draped in the finest cream silks, surrounded by vases of rare, sweet-smelling northern lilies meant to mask the lingering scent of copper. It was flawless. It was m
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 46. The Royal Mandate
Silas’s POV The rhythmic, electronic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound cutting through the oppressive silence of the private recovery suite. I sat in the heavy leather chair beside the bed, my forearms resting on my knees, my hands loosely clasped. I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t changed out of my tactical gear. My skin was cold, my shirt still stiff with the dark, terrifying stains of Cora’s blood. The pack doctors had tried to usher me out to the bathhouse hours ago, but a single, lethal snarl from my wolf had sent them scattering. I wasn’t leaving this room. I couldn’t. On the bed, Cora looked devastatingly fragile. The harsh, clinical lights of the Royal Infirmary washed out her skin, making her look almost as translucent as the day she faked her death in that clinic fire five years ago. Her shoulder and back were heavily wrapped in thick layers of medical gauze, the stark white fabric a brutal reminder of how close I had come to losing her p
The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge 45. The Price of Sovereignty
Silas’s POVMy knees hit the blood-slicked hardwood, the impact vibrating through my bones, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything. The entire universe had shrunk down to the space of a few feet, trapped between the broken, bleeding body of the only woman I had ever loved and the little boy standing protectively over her, his eyes blazing with the luminescent, blinding silver of my own bloodline.A Vane. The True Heir. Hiding in plain sight, masked by amber drops and a mother’s desperate lies.The shock was a physical parasite, freezing the air in my lungs, paralyzing my vocal cords. I couldn’t register the math. I couldn’t process the five years of grief, the faked clinic fire, or the recent, altered DNA test. All I could see was the royal fire in the boy’s gaze, a genetic mirror so absolute it shattered every denial I had ever manufactured.“Alpha King!” My beta, Cassian, shattered through the broken balcony frame behind me, his boots crunching on the
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