Todos los capítulos de The Alpha King’s obsession.: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 58

We rode through the gates of Alpha Dayn’s estate on a cold bright morning, and I sat very straight on my horse and did not let my face do anything at all, because I had promised myself in the birch woods that I would remember every one of them, and now I had come to be remembered in return.They had known we were coming. A crown inquiry does not arrive by surprise. But knowing and seeing are different things, and I watched the knowledge move through the courtyard as I dismounted, watched it reach the assembled household and turn them to stone, one face at a time, as they understood that the woman in the deep blue of the crown, flanked by royal guards, with a captain deferring to her and a writ of inquiry in her gloved hand, was the Omega they had beaten on the servants’ floor three seasons ago.I had scrubbed these flagstones. I knew the exact patch of them where Sasha had ground her boot into my fingers, and I stood on it now in good boots that were mine, and I felt the old

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

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 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