<h4>Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Justice Served</h4>


    Author’s pov


    The afternoon sun filtered through the hospital windows as Cici Whitey in her bed, seething with rage.


    For days, Luna Dora had been suspiciously supportive - helping choose wedding dresses, reviewing invitation designs, even speaking well of her to Xavier.


    Cici had actually believed the older woman had finally epted her as worthy of her son.


    That night at the White family estate when they’d shared drinks and Cici had gotten embarrassingly drunk... LunaDora hadn’t been bonding with her at all.


    She’d been extracting information.


    Through Cici’s alcohol-soaked memories, fragments filtered back - she’d talked far too much. About Mason. About what happened five years ago in that bedroom.


    And Luna Dora - that conniving she-wolf - had immediately taken that information to Cecilia Moore.


    They’d orchestrated everything: luring Xavier to Boulder, exposing the pregnancy lie, and worst of all, revealing her darkest secret - Mason’s death.


    "That maniptive old witch! That human bitch! I’ll destroy them both!" Cici screamed.


    After a moment of heavy silence, Alpha Gavin spoke.


    "You only have one path forward," he said. "Turn yourself in. Confess everything. You were sixteen when it happened - still a minor. You’ll face criminal charges, but the court will consider your age. The priority now is keeping you alive. I’ll handle the restter."


    "I won’t confess! I’m not going to prison!" Cici hurled her pillow at him, her fingers curling as though her ws were threatening to emerge. "Fix this now! I don’t care how!"


    Alpha Gavin stared at his sister like she was a stranger.


    "If you won’t listen to reason, there’s nothing more I can do," he said, turning toward the door. "I can’t protect you from this."


    Mrs. White followed him into the hallway, tears streaming down her face. "Gavin, please! She’s your sister! Your blood! You can’t abandon her!"


    As they disappeared from view, Cici heard the distant wail of police sirens growing louder.


    Her heart pounded so violently she could hardly draw breathe.


    She frantically dialed Alpha Xavier’s number, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hit the buttons.


    No answer.


    The sirens grew closer.


    Reality crashed down on her with the weight of silver.


    Cici stumbled out of bed, clutching her bandaged shoulder as pain shot through her body.


    She burst through the door only to find two officers standing guard.


    "Cici White, where are you going?" one asked, his expression neutral but stance ready.


    "Get out of my way!" she snarled, attempting to push past him.


    The officer easily restrained her, guiding her back into the room and shutting the door.


    Trapped like prey, Cici began to tremble.


    In desperation, she texted the one person who might still help her:Aunt Locke, save me! I’ll do anything you want! Whatever Gavin refused, I’ll agree to it!


    Before she could send another plea, the door opened.


    Alpha Gavin and Mrs. White rushed back in - but they were toote.


    Police officers filed into the room, led by a stone-faced detective who held up a warrant.


    "Cici White, you’re under arrest for the murder of Mason five years ago."


    The handcuffs clicked into ce before she could react.


    Mrs. White was also taken into custody - charged as an essory and for bribingw enforcement.


    Detective Zack, the reliable insider she once bragged about, had already been arrested.


    At the station, Willow watched Cici through the ss, her eyes burning with a rage only a grieving mother can hold.


    Inside, Cici tried everything - tears, denial, ims of mental instability - but nothing worked.


    There were no dirty cops this time. No family strings to pull. Alpha Sebastian had made sure of that.


    The other boys had already confessed.


    They described how Cici drugged Mason, tied him to her bed, andter strangled him.


    The autopsy confirmed it. The evidence was airtight.


    Nicole told her story too, voice shaking as two officers listened in horror.


    What began as a normal afternoon had turned into a nightmare - and it all pointed back to Cici.


    Even Mrs. White’s bodyguard cracked.


    Turns out, the murder happened at a private garden house the Whites had gifted Cici.


    When she called her mother in panic, Mrs. White came running - and helped cover it up.


    Her final defense - that Cici was mentally ill - fell apart fast.


    Faked medical records, bribed doctors, all exposed. There was nowhere left to hide.


    Later, two Alphas crossed paths in the hallway.


    Alpha Sebastian approached first, radiating calm superiority.


    "Alpha Gavin," he said, voiceced with faux sympathy. "Being a big brother’s tough. But hey - at least now you won’t have to clean up after her. Holiday prison visits should be enough."


    Alpha Gavin’s face went pale.


    "My condolences," Alpha Sebastian added, patting Gavin’s shoulder like an old friend before walking away with Cecilia and the others.


    Cecilia’s pov


    The clock struck noon when we finally emerged from the police station.


    The sun seemed to shine brighter, as if justice itself had lightened the world.


    Willow had gotten the closure she’d been fighting for.


    She wept openly - tears of grief mixed with relief that her son’s killer would finally face consequences.


    Nicole’s father invited us to lunch at a local farm-to-table restaurant before we headed back to Denver. It seemed important to him, and none of us had the heart to refuse.


    Besides, there was a sense of vindication in the air - not happiness exactly, but a weight lifted.


    As we drove away from the station, a white luxury car passed us, heading toward the entrance.


    I turned my head and noticed a beautiful woman in the passenger seat, her window halfway down.


    Though her features were elegant and her appearance youthful, there was something calcted in her gaze as she looked our way.


    "Well, the White family finally called in their secret weapon," Alpha Sebastian remarked beside me, his voice tinged with what sounded like pity. "Like inviting a demon through your front door."


    I caught his meaning immediately. "She’s who they brought in to help?"


    Alpha Sebastian turned my face toward him, his fingers lingering on my cheek.


    The touch sent an unexpected warmth down my spine.


    "Whatever she is, they’re all just pawns in a losing game," he said, his thumb brushing my skin. "Nothing to worry about."


    I rxed slightly, but then realized his hand was still caressing my face - and I hadn’t even noticed or pulled away.


    Embarrassed by my ownck of awareness, I removed his hand and looked away.


    Alpha Sebastian simply adjusted his position, acting as though nothing unusual had happened.


    At the restaurant, Willow shared her ns to take Nicole in and care for her.


    The news surprised us slightly, but we all nodded supportively.


    Whatever decision helped them heal was the right one - no one else had the right to judge.


    Halfway through our meal, Nicole arrived. She wasn’t wearing her usual hat and mask.


    Her scars were visible in the sunlight, but somehow they seemed less frightening than before.


    Willow walked outside to meet her.


    The two stood silently by the garden, neither speaking for a long moment.


    Finally, Nicole broke the silence.


    "Aunt Willow ..." she called tentatively.


    Willow stepped forward and embraced her.


    By four in the afternoon, our group left the restaurant, collected our luggage from the hotel, and prepared for the drive back to Denver.


    I quickly imed my own car. Riding with Alpha Sebastian felt too dangerous.


    On the journey home, exhaustion finally caught up with me.


    The immense weight I’d been carrying had lifted, leaving me feeling lighter than I had in years.


    I promptlymandeered Harper as my pillow and fell into a peaceful sleep.


    On the way, I vaguely heard Levan ask Harper if his arm was tired.


    I was just ...too tired to wake up...