Todos os capítulos de Beta Heiress Annabella's Truth: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"Guards found the contract in Eugene's office, just like Lucian said. It details everything—the arrangement with the Moon Slashers, the 'bride price,' the conditions of the transfer." Lucious's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "He was going to hand her over tonight. No matter if she had a mate or not. He was even going to have you five rip her from my arms if he had to. There was also a drug option for me, thinking they might have realised that she was my mate, regardless of whether she was my fated or not.” Knight's stomach twisted at the thought of Eugene drugging Lucious. What kind of father would do that to his own daughter? He ran a hand through his hair, trying to process the depravity of it all. "There's more," Lucious continued, his voice barely audible. "We found journals in Eugene's room. He's been documenting everything, Annabella's punishments, his plans for her, even..."

"Yes," he admitted. "I noticed you were cold." She took another sip of broth before speaking again. "I still have it. It's my favourite." Something warm unfurled in Knight's chest at her words. She'd kept his gift. Had used it. Maybe even treasured it without knowing it came from him. A knock at the door interrupted the moment. Raymond stood in the doorway, his imposing frame nearly filling it. His gaze immediately went to Annabella, relief visibly washing over his features when he saw her awake. "Father wants to speak with us," he said, addressing Knight and Lucious. "All of us. When Annabella is feeling strong enough." Knight tensed. The Alpha wouldn't call all six of them unless there was a lot to go through. “Ah, Alpha Heir Raymond, the camera is in the air vent of my room, fa

Knight noticed Annabella's face had flushed pink, and her fingers had clutched the blanket more tightly. He wanted to reassure her somehow, to tell her that nothing would happen that she didn't want, but the words. He couldn't bear the thought of adding to her distress after everything she'd endured. "We'll take everything at your pace," Knight said softly, surprising himself with his boldness. "Nothing will happen that you don't want or aren't ready for." Annabella's amber eyes found his, a flicker of gratitude visible in their depths. "Thank you," she whispered. The Alpha nodded his approval. "Knight is right. These bonds are sacred, but they develop at their own pace. There's no rush." He stood, his imposing figure somehow less intimidating as he looked down at Annabella with genuine concern. "For now, rest is your priority. Everything else can wait." 

As Raymond walked the familiar corridors of the packhouse, his mind replayed every cruel word he'd ever said about Annabella. The "little mouse" nickname, he'd been the first to use it after Tate, amplifying it throughout the pack. The jokes at her expense. The deliberate way he'd turned his back when she entered a room. All because Tate had convinced them Lucious was merely toying with her. All because he hadn't been strong enough to recognise his own mate. The Lunas' quarters were located in the western wing of the packhouse, a spacious suite designed for comfort and privacy. When Raymond entered after a respectful knock, he found his father's mate sitting beside a small, hunched figure on the sofa. Lucian looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen. At twelve, he was still gangly with youth, his features a softer echo of Tate's. Raymond was

"I will investigate these allegations thoroughly," Alpha Mercer promised, his voice heavy with the weight of what was to come. "If what you say is true, and my son and Beta have broken our laws, they will face the consequences." His eyes hardened as he turned to Jonty. "Starting with you." Knight observed the shift in Alpha Mercer's demeanour, from diplomatic defensiveness to the cold fury of a leader betrayed. The older wolf's shoulders straightened as he reclaimed his authority, no longer trying to salvage his pack's reputation but focused now on justice. "I believe we have much to discuss regarding reparations," the Alpha of Silver Creek continued, his tone measured but firm. "Not just for what nearly happened today, but for the other women who were taken from our pack." Jonty's face had