All Chapters of Framed for Blackmailing My Own Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next morning, my dorm room door was smeared with rotting blood.Someone carved the word LEECH into the wood.Red paint was scrawled on the wall: 【LEAVE ETTELGARD. STOP STAINING Julian’S NAME. – THE FRESHMAN CLASS.】I wiped the disgusting liquid off, my face blank.During Tactical Theory class, the students in front of me moved three rows forward in perfect unison.Like I was carrying a plague.Scarlett’s little follower, a girl named Clara, made a point of stopping by my desk.She placed a bottled protein shake down.“Scarlett sent this. Didn't want you starving.” Clara’s smile was pure poison. “Post a public apology today. Admit you threw yourself at Julian. Do that, and Scarlett will kill the story.”I coldly pushed the drink back toward her.“What was inappropriate about talking to my own family? I’ll apologize when she gives me back my honor medallion.”Clara stared at me like I was insane, then walked away with the drink.At lunch, the cafeteria terminal flashed: PERMISSION DE

Saturday.2:00 PM.The blacked-out private chopper carrying the elite squad from the Trials landed in the central plaza.Within ten minutes, the plaza was packed with two thousand people.Scarlett stood at the very front, dressed tight enough to cut off circulation, acting like the perfect Luna-in-waiting.A banner from the Enforcer Council hung behind her: 【A HEROES’ WELCOME TO OUR ALPHA SQUAD!】She’d pulled out all the stops.I stood on the steps at the edge of the plaza, an outcast from the frenzied crowd.People were filming me, live-streaming me.The comments were probably a flood of curses.Julian was the third one off the ramp.He was dressed in black combat fatigues.The overwhelming presence of a top-tier Alpha washed over the plaza.His aura was darker, more dangerous than before, still laced with the faint scent of blood.Scarlett rushed to greet him, her posture a perfect picture of an adoring Luna welcoming her mate.“Julian, congratulations on your return! Some… unpleasan

The doors of the Tribunal slammed shut.The air grew heavy.Scarlett knelt on the floor, her makeup smeared, looking like a drowned cat.Nine Elders sat in a row, their faces grim as Judgment Day.Julian stood beside me.He didn’t even glance at Scarlett.He just pulled up his phone.An encrypted bloodline file appeared on the screen.The golden seal glowed coldly: 【The Lycan Royal Council Registry · House of Valerius · Direct Bloodline · Aurora Valerius】.The nine Elders were silent.The one in the center turned to the Elder who had signed my punishment order. “You froze the honors of a Valerius heir based on a doctored recording? Without even verifying her identity?”The man’s face was white.His lips trembled, but no words came out.The head Elder then turned to Scarlett, his voice sharp. “You used your position on the Enforcer Council to intercept communications and freeze accounts. Explain yourself.”Scarlett looked up, her eyes swollen. “I… I don’t know how the chat logs were lea

Monday morning, my phone vibrated so hard it shook my desk.Amelia shot up in bed, her hair a mess. “What’s happening?”I opened the notification.It was a top-level bulletin from the Enforcer Tribunal.【NOTICE OF FULL-SCALE INVESTIGATION INTO SCARLETT BEAUMONT.】Below it were the signatures of all nine Elders.My heart started to pound.Amelia leaned over my shoulder. “Whoa,” she breathed. “They’re going to crucify her.”I didn’t say anything.I knew this was just the beginning.At 2:00 PM, an academy-wide email alert hit everyone's phone.【DECISION:Scarlett Beaumont: Expelled.Blacklisted by the Royal Council.Her Beta family?Stripped of all territory rights.Five years in the wasteland.】I read the announcement three times.They threw the book at her.They left her no way out.The network exploded.【God, permanent expulsion. She’ll never get into a decent academy again.】【Five years with no voting rights or resources. Her family is going to get skinned alive by the other packs.】【

Julian blocked my path in the hallway.“Hey, where’s that tactical jacket?” He looked from me to my bag. “The one I gave you. You better bring it home. What am I supposed to tell Grandma if she asks?”I shrugged. “It’s ruined.”“Ruined?” He arched an eyebrow.“It got torn during that whole thing with Scarlett’s crew. Didn’t you see?” I held up my hands. “And I don’t have the money for a new one.”“You have the black card.”“I used it to treat Amelia and the others to a feast last month. A month-long feast. Your idea.”Julian’s expression went dark.He took a deep breath, like he was fighting back an impulse.The next second, he had his phone out.His fingers flew across the screen.My own phone lit up with a blinding transfer notification.A number with a long, long string of zeroes.“Is that enough for a jacket?” he asked, his face cold. “Stop wasting money.”“Are you worried about your wallet, or about me?”“Both,” he said without hesitation. “Mostly, I’m worried about your talent fo