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Third Person’s POV
Each word from Riley Vale fell like a stone, and with every usation, Lord and Lady Duskcliff looked as though the weight of a mountain had been dropped onto their shoulders.
Their faces turned even paler, lips trembling, desperation wing at their throats as they instinctively tried to defend themselves. But the words never came–choked back by the cruel, inescapable truth.
Because the truth was this: Riley’s permanent injuries were no ident.
They had ordered it.
They had orchestrated her suffering from the shadows.
And now, guilt wed through their bones, devouring them alive. All they could do was look at her–eyes pleading, full of regret–as if praying she might give them one final chance.
But forgiveness was not something Riley granted to those who had carved their names into her pain.
The damage was done. No matter how sweetly they worded their remorse, no apology could erase the five hellish years she had survived behind bars<b>. </b>
She was here, alive, sitting in front of the very wolves who had sentenced her to rot–not because of their mercy…
…but because of her own unbreakable will.
She had wed her way through blood and torment, refusing to die beneath a false conviction.
She had lived for this moment. For the truth.
For vengeance.
She wanted every lie burned away under moonlight. She wanted every coward and conspirator to be exposed. She wanted the ones who protected Scarlett Vale to feel their regret like a dagger twisting in their gut,
And so, as Lord and Lady Duskcliff wept and begged for her forgiveness, Riley remained cold as winter frost.
Without a flicker of hesitation, she reached down and rolled up her pant leg.
The room <b>went </b>still
There, in the quiet glow of Lucien Duskgrave’s estate, her disfigured leg <b>was </b>revealed.
“This ing” she said, her voice low and calm–too calm, “was shattered during my third year in prison”
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atone. Please.”
She dropped to her knees and lowered her head, mming her forehead into the floor in a painful, echoing thud. Her sobs tore through the room.
“Just give us a chance to pay for what we’ve done.”
Even Lord Duskcliff’s eyes were bloodshot, ssy with tears he could no longer hold back.
And Tessa–Tessa of the ckmaw Pack—stood frozen, tears spilling freely as she stared at Riley’s leg. Her voice trembled.
“Riley… it’s my fault. If it hadn’t been for me, none of this would’ve happened. I’m the one who should be begging for your forgiveness.”
Riley closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in deep, dragging the centuries–old rage back down into the cage of her chest.
“No,” she said, opening her eyes. “You’re not the one I me. You’re a victim too.”
She looked at Tessa, her voice heavy.
“But I need to know–on the day of Scarlett’s Ascension Banquet… what really happened?”
Tessa’s hands curled into fists at her sides. Mention of Scarlett Vale lit a ze of fury behind her eyes, but when she looked back at Riley, her expression was only sorrow.
“She was my best friend,” she said bitterly. “And she tried to kill me.”
The room was silent but for the sound of rain beyond the windows.
Lucien stood still, jaw clenched. Matriarch Duskgrave, Mrs. Beck, and Mia looked stunned and pale. Even they hadn’t heard what had truly happened that night.
And as Tessa spoke–describing the events of that cursed night five years ago–Lord and Lady Duskcliff, despite having already learned the truth, could not stop trembling.
The facts were undeniable. And they were horrifying
Scarlett Vale and Alpha ric had not nned for Tessa to be harmed that night.
Their original target… had always been Riley.
Their n had been to stage a grand “ident” during the banquet. To injure Riley publicly–severely enough to justify a hospital transfer.
Once there, no matter the extent of her injuries, the Ebonw Pack’s n was to dere her brain–dead.
Alpha ric, as her legal guardian, would then sign the organ donation forms himself
Their gual?
To harvest both of Riley’s kidneys for Scarlett
And it didn’t end there
Her heart. Her liver Her eyes. Every viable organ would’ve been stripped from her body–while she was still technically alive.
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She looked at Lucien, whose eyes were molten gold, barely holding back the beast inside him. His ws had unsheathed.
Lady Duskgrave stood in silence, expression like carved stone.
Mrs. Beck covered her mouth.
Mia wept.
No one in the room spoke.
Because what Scarlett and Alpha ric had done…
Was monstrous.
And Riley?
Riley was supposed to be their sacrifice.
Their offering.
Their spare parts.
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