Chapter 52
Jack’s voice echoes like thunder, and suddenly silence.
Everything stops. No one breathes. Not a single soul dares to move. My eyes are still glued to the ground–on Grace’s lifeless body. Her long blonde hair fans out beneath her like a twisted golden halo. Her eyes are wide open. Her neck bent at an unnatural angle.
Shex dead.
Truly, Finally dead.
And for a moment, I can’t believe it.
The crazy bitch is gone.
Grace—the Gamma’s precious daughter. The spoiled monster who made my life in this pack a daily hell. She humiliated me, tried to break me, made me feel small, powerless–and smiled while doing it. She laughed when I cried.
Sure, I fought back.
But Grace had power. Protection. She used it like a blade, cutting me down every chance she got.
Now she’s nothing but silence.
And maybe that should scare me. Maybe I should feel something like guilt or fear but all I feel is a cold, bitter satisfaction spreading through my chest.
Death was the best thing that ever happened to her.
And Luna Diana?
She’s next.
Her–and that useless excuse of a father. The Beta of this pathetic excuse for a pack. The coward who let my mother and me suffer for years. Unsurprisingly, he’s nowhere to be found. Probably hiding, just like always—behind the same walls he always used to protect himself. But he won’t hide forever. Every last one of them will pay.
And I’ll use Jack’s strength–his authority–to get the revenge I’ve dreamed of.
A sudden heat spreads across my skin, a familiar spark racing up my arm and settling deep in my chest.
Jack.
I don’t need to look to know it’s him. His touch is unmistakable.
Strong. Fierce. Safe.
He lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing, holding me carefully, mindful of my bruises. His scent–wild and earthy–fills my lungs, grounding me. For a moment, the blood, the pain, the fear… all of it fades.
Our eyes meet.
He says nothing.
But his gaze asks me a million questions. Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Do you still hate me?
I give him a weak smile, just a flicker of my lips.
And guilt hits me hard..
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Because i had spöken to him like he was the enemy. Like he didn’t care. Like he was just another power hungry alpha.
But standing here now, wrapped in his arms—after hearing his growl shake the trees and watching him tear through bodies just to reach the–I finally understand the truth.
Jack isn’t my enemy.
He’s my protector.
My mate.
And maybe… just maybe… it’s time I stop running–from him, from this bond, from us.
From the side, whispers rise like the rustling of dry leaves in the wind.
“I can’t believe it… the infamous Alpha Jack is actually here.”
“The Blood Fang Alpha?”
“The one they call the monster… they say he feeds on the hearts of his enemies.”
“Yes, that’s him. Only he could kill like that. He snapped Grace’s neck without even blinking.”
*Does that mean we’re all going to die?”
“He’s ruthless–shows no mercy. He’ll tear us apart and enjoy every second of it.”
Then, their murmurs shift to me.
“But how is she mated to him? Kali? She’s the most stubborn she–wolf this pack’s ever known,” a woman whispers. “She’s no Luna. Kali’s a mutt who never bowed to anyone–that’s why her life was hell here. He’ll never control her.”
“Maybe he tamed her. That’s the only explanation. No Alpha like him would tolerate a disrespectful brat.”
I grit my teeth.
Let them talk. They’ve always talked but their voices fall silent the moment I lift my head–and see her.
Luna Diana.
Frozen, like a coward.
Her face is pale as death, eyes wide in panic. She’s hiding behind Travis now, clutching the back of his shirt like a frightened pup. The woman who once strutted through the pack like royalty now cowers, her regal mask shattered into trembling fear.
Travis stands still, arms crossed, trying to maintain that tough Alpha façade. His face is unreadable–but I see it.
The fear.
And something else. Something darker.
Jealousy.
It’s faint, but there. His jaw clenches, his hands twitch as he stares at Jack holding me like I’m something precious–something worth razing kingdoms for. And Travis hates it. He always wanted power. But he never knew how to have it. Or me.
Yet now, he doesn’t move or say a damn word because he knows better.
More of Jack’s warriors begin to pour in, surrounding the Red Night wolves like a rising tide of vengeance. A few idiots try to fight back–only to be
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slammed into the dirt within seconds. Jack’s pack moves like shadows–fast and ruthless. The Blood Fang wolves are not here to play.
Then Jack speaks again, his voice booming while still holding me in his arms.
“Honestly,” he says, sweeping his gaze over the pack like he already owns it, “I want to kill every single one of you for daring to hurt my mate.”
Gasps ripple through the crowd.
My heart stutters.
And silence falls again.
“But,” he continues, tone dark and amused, “I’m feeling generous today.”
He steps forward, his grip still strong around me as I steady my footing beside him.
“You have two choices,” he says, his eyes locking on Travis. “Surrender now–gracefully–while I’m still in a good mood.”
A beat of stillness.
“Or…” he continues, a dangerous smirk curling his lips, “you can challenge me. Win, and I’ll walk away with my warriors. No bloodshed.”
His voice drops to a growl.
“But if you lose… well, you won’t live long enough to regret it.”
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