บททั้งหมดของ WICKED PROVIDENCE: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Ewing’s upper lip curled in a dismissive sneer. “You call this 'playing'? I am the heir of the Nixon line, not a blind pup. I know the scent of a hunt when I see one.”Avery, desperate to fade into the stone walls and avoid further agony, scrambled to her feet. She tucked her chin and moved to the edge of the corridor, making herself as small and inconspicuous as an Omen could be. She recognized Ewing from the Healers' Hall; he was Bria’s cousin, and their blood-bond was known to be tight.Fear coiled in Avery’s gut. If Ewing shared Bria’s sadistic streaks, she was truly doomed. Ewing’s gaze snapped to her, his pupils dilating as he scrutinized her from head to claw. He had glimpsed this female only briefly before. Her scent was familiar—faint jasmine buried under the stench of silver-damp—yet he couldn't place her lineage. However, her eyes, wide and hollowed by silence, made his wolf stir with a strange recognition.It was obvious she had been brutalized; Bria’s territory was often

The tension reached a fever pitch as the two she-wolves snarled, their inner beasts clawing at the surface.Harrison Montgomery watched the devolving brawl with a face like thunder. Victoria was acting like an omega scavenger, a far cry from the high-rank Luna she was bred to be. He couldn't help but blame her bloodline; her parents had always been more focused on territory grabs than pack honor.The Centennial Rite, meant to be a sacred display of Montgomery power, had become a farce. Harrison stormed forward, his Alpha aura heavy enough to make the air vibrate, and wrenched the two women apart. "Enough! Silence your wolves! Have you both lost your minds in front of the Great Elder?"Miranda, nursing a bruised wrist with dramatic flair, whimpered, "See? She initiated the blood-lust! I only defended myself because she struck first. Alpha, you must demand justice!"Victoria shot Miranda a look sharp as a silver blade. It was clear the girl already saw herself as a Montgomery, practical

In cycles past, she could only sense the spirit-bond of the pup through the ancient scrying mirrors of the Healers. But now, the life within her was tangible, shifting against her palms with a feral vitality that vibrated through her skin.Hudson’s smile was a jagged scar of bitterness. He clenched his fists, the knuckles popping like breaking branches, before relaxing into a hollow resignation."The blood-scent does not lie. The pup carries my lineage," Hudson rasped, his voice low and guttural. "I was a blind fool, Avery."Blake Donovan had finally unraveled the tapestry of lies for Hudson after Avery vanished into the Silver Ridge.There had been a moon when Hudson first realized the child Avery carried was his own. But as if the Great Wolf had cursed him, he had collapsed before he could claim her—his mind fractured and his memories of that night suppressed by the acrid venom of a mind-altering toxin. Now that Hudson had hunted down the rogue apothecary who supplied the drug, his

Hudson’s chest rumbled with a hollow sound. "Do not hold your breath for the truth to be spoken by his tongue. Bennett never intended to let your voice reach the Council," he declared with a cold finality.Victoria’s brow furrowed, her eyes darting between the monitors. "What are you implying, Hudson?"Ignoring the question, the High Alpha turned on his heel and strode out of the ward.Bennett was pacing the stone corridor like a caged beast. As the heavy doors groaned open, he lunged forward, grabbing the fur of Hudson’s collar. Hudson stood several inches taller, his sheer physical mass making Bennett’s attempt at intimidation look like a pup snapping at a dire wolf.Bennett’s eyes narrowed into slits of amber malice. "What did you howl to her? If you spoke one lie to turn her against me, you’re a dead wolf!" he snarled.Hudson smirked, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "It seems you and Victoria share a den built on hollow trust."Hearing Hudson address their mother by her

Abram approached the high throne with eager, measured strides, his scent laced with a careful submission. “Father,” he began, his voice lowered in feigned reverence. “You still recognize your own blood, don’t you?”Tyrone gave him a sharp, sidelong glance. “The mists have cleared for now, Abram. I am not a confused pup.”Abram’s posture relaxed as he flashed a relieved smile. “Splendid! I knew Ewing was wise to bring you to the Ridge for the healers' rites. That boy is a true pillar of the pack, unlike Klein, who is always prowling the borderlands instead of tending to the den.” Abram cast a pointed glare over his shoulder at his son.Avery’s first impression of Abram’s branch was cold, but she found herself observing the man. Perhaps his concern for Tyrone was genuine, or perhaps he was simply a master of the lupine tongue. Either way, he knew how to navigate the hierarchy.Even Avery knew the truth—Tyrone had been brought here during a severe mental lapse, and Ewing had spent moons