Chapter 15
A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 15
A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 15
By the time I walked out of the Security Office, the sun had already slipped below the horizon.
Blake’s legal representative was waiting for me in the corridor, offering a respectful bow. “Luna Tessa, you don’t need to worry about a single thing. Alpha Blake has already signed the formal exile decree for Peter.”
“He gave explicit orders to hand the criminal over to the High Werewolf Tribunal. He will face a minimum of life imprisonment in the silver mines.”
I nodded slowly. “Did they trace the origin of the bank transfer?”
The lawyer went completely rigid, his eyes shifting away nervously. “The cyber-team is still investigating.”
After thanking him, I took the elevator up to the medical wing.
The pack healer informed me that Blake’s collapse was the result of severe, chronic sleep deprivation combined with a violent surge of his Alpha aura, which had caused a dangerous overload in his spiritual core.
I pushed open the door to his private suite.
He was propped up against the pillows, his head turned toward the window. The view outside was entirely blocked by the thick green leaves of an ancient oak tree.
“Tessa,” he murmured.
He hadn’t turned his head, but his senses had caught my scent the second the door cracked.
“Dozens of elders and captains came to see me this afternoon,” he whispered, his voice incredibly hollow. “And every single time the door opened and it wasn’t you, I felt a new wave of despair.”
I assumed he was accusing me of coldness, but he slowly turned his head, his eyes tracing my face with a profound, aching sorrow. “I am so sorry, Tessa.”
“When you were bleeding in that ward, I should have been beside you. I am a
truly despicable mate.”
I felt entirely numb to his declarations. “Thank you for what you did today, Blake. But between us… it’s over.”
His face was ghostly pale, a small, self-deprecating smile touching his lips. “Did you only come here to ensure I wouldn’t back out of the dissolution signing tomorrow?”
I offered no denial.
“I won’t back out,” he whispered, his gaze so intense it felt as though the rest of the world had dissolved around us. “This is the final thing you expect from me, after all. I will give you what you want.”
I turned to leave, but paused by the threshold, thinking of the little girl. “Zoe is desperately starved for affection, Blake. You have failed completely as a mate, but you can still choose to be a decent father. Stop using your emotional coldness as an excuse. Let her feel that she is loved.”
Blake let out a low breath. “Zoe loves you deeply, Tessa. Please come visit her when you have time.”
“I don’t think that will be possible,” I replied flatly. “I’ve applied to a design academy on the western coast. If I pass the admissions test, I won’t return for several years.”
Blake fell into a long, heavy silence. “She will be devastated.”
I knew that. But I had no idea how to say a proper goodbye to Zoe either.
Before either of us could speak further, Jack burst through the double doors, his face completely pale as he slid a tablet onto the over-bed table.
“Alpha Blake… the security team finished repairing the corrupted files from the Pack House network. The feeds from last month are fully restored.”
He tapped the screen, initializing a video file.
The image displayed the grand hallway of the Pack House, dated twenty-four hours before my miscarriage. Wendy was kneeling directly in front of Zoe, her
fingers digging hard into the pup’s small shoulders. The audio was slightly
grainy, but every word was perfectly audible.
‘The second that woman drops a new pup, you will no longer be the exclusive
heir, Zoe. Tessa will manipulate Blake into driving you out so her own pup can
inherit everything. Blake is entirely brainwashed by her. You will be exiled from
this territory!’
The video showed Zoe crying violently, shaking her little head. ‘I don’t care
about the pack! I just want Big Sister Tessa to bake cakes with me!’
Wendy’s expression on the screen distorted into something hideous. ‘You
foolish child. The moment her pup vanishes, everything will go back to exactly
how it was.’
Jack swallowed hard, his finger swiping to initialize a second file.
It was the morning of my miscarriage.
The camera captured Wendy standing at the summit of the grand staircase. She
pulled a small vial from her designer bag, carefully coating the edge of the top
three steps in a thick, clear oil before slipping away down the service exit.
The feed jumped.
It showed Zoe running toward the stairs with me hot on her heels. When the
little girl violently threw my hand off her arm, my footing had been perfectly
solid.
The actual catalyst that caused my feet to slip was that invisible patch of oil.
The air in the hospital suite turned completely frozen.
Blake’s breathing mutated into a heavy, terrifying rattle, his eyes shifting
entirely into bright golden wolf pools.
Jack’s voice shook violently under the pressure. “The cyber-team also finalized
the origin of Peter’s anonymous transfer, Alpha.”
“It came directly from a private offshore account registered under Wendy
Turner’s legal name.”
She had hired Peter to assault me after her primary plan failed.
Blake violently ripped the heart monitor leads from his chest, throwing the blankets aside as he stormed toward the door. “Where is Wendy?”
The medical monitors erupted into a frantic, high-pitched alarm.
I stood frozen by the wall, a wave of profound, absolute coldness settling deep into my bones.
