All Chapters of Accused of Rape, I Revealed My She-Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I took a step toward lady Thorne, if memory served—my hand outstretched in a gesture of pure confusion."Lady Thorne," I said, my voice steady despite the hammer of my heart against my ribs. "Tell him. Tell him I found you with the rogues. I just saved your life."She didn't speak. Instead, she let out a small, jagged whimper and buried her face further into her father’s shoulder. To any outsider, she looked like a survivor shrinking away from her predator.The "masculinity" spell hummed under my skin, making my presence feel heavy and intimidating—a trait that usually commanded respect, but now, it was being used as a weapon against me."Don't you come a step closer," Thorne growled, his eyes bleeding into a dark, predatory red."She is traumatized, Thorne! Look at the bodies on the floor!" I gestured to the mangled remains of the rogues. "Those things were going to... assault her. I am the one who stopped them!""Or perhaps you killed them so you wouldn't have to share the prize," Th

I did not know how but Missandre made is possible. Next day, the heavy iron gates of the guest wing didn’t groan like the dungeon doors, they clicked with a predatory, silent precision.Perhaps it was Missandre’s frantic bribing that I was being escorted through the gold-leafed corridors of the upper palace. My wrists were still bound, and I was being directed by a royal guard who looked as nervous as me.Every second that passed felt like a brick being pulled from the foundation of my disguise. My scent—usually masked by the bitter, pungent testosterone potions—was beginning to sharpen, turning from heavy musk to something softer, sweeter."You have ten minutes. One more second and you are dead meat,," the guard grunted, stopping before a set of double doors carved from white oak. "And Prisoner 402, keep your hands where I can see them. Lady Thorne is under the King's personal protection.""If I was not in a debt, I would never have helped a rapist like you!" He smirked. "You must be

The silence following my words wasn’t peace; it was the suffocating stillness before a storm.Rosemary remained on her knees, head bowed. For a heartbeat, I breathed, hoping the weight of the shackles might finally fall away. Then, she began to sob—not the sob of a confessor, but the jagged wail of a victim breaking."I cannot look at him!" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Every time I close my eyes, I feel his hands crushing my spirit into the dirt!"My blood turned to ice. The "innocence" I expected was a mirage. She hadn’t knelt to reveal the truth, she had collapsed to weaponize pity."Rosemary?" I gasped."I was drugged!" She screamed. "The rogues that attacked me had drugged me, making me more vulnerable and exposed.""Any hot blood Alpha could not control their desire after finding themselves in such a situation. I do not blame Alexender entirely, my King. But, I can't forget the terror I have been through.""I'm also a victim!" She knelt in the direction of the Lycan King'

"Your father is not the manipulator, Rosemary. It's you." I said. "I wonder if your father is even aware of your ploy.""You are wrong at this. He knows." She said, a smugful smile spreading on her lips.She had finally come out of her mask of weak and fragile she-wolf and looked arrogant but clever now."But, you didn't tell me how you see through such a fantastic act of mine, A-Alpha Alex. D-Don't you think I'm a weak and innocent girl who is being pressurized by others like others think?The audacity! She was standing before my eyes after framing me two times, knowing I was going to lose my life for this and had the heart of mocking me.I could not hold myself. Something snapped into my mind and I raised my hands, they passed through the gaps of iron bars. I grabbed her neck and pulled her closer, whispering in a cold voice, "I'm going to die anyway, Rosemary. Killing you wouldn't add up anything to my punishment. Don't you think it's better for me to take you down with me as well

Rosemary left after offering me a deal she thought no werewolf would reject especially when an axe was hanging on his neck.I did not promise her to obey. But, she was already sure, I was going to compromise for the sake of my petty life.However, after she left, I was not left alone. The guard came back. This time he informed, "Prisoner 402, you have a visitor here."I could not help but wonder who it could be. Missandre? Impossible. No one was allowed to meet me other than my blood relative.Before I could reach any conclusion, the heavy iron door of the dungeon groaned on its hinges, and the footsteps that followed were heavy, rhythmic, and painfully familiar.I looked up as the shadow of my father, Alpha Silas, stretched across the damp stone floor.My face turned pale instantly. I could only assume my father's fury, his disappointment at me.I clutched my hands tightly, expecting him to demand how I could be so careless, how I could let a high-ranking lady corner me into a scanda