99 Times He Left Me Mid-Moon for a Fake Omega – The 100th? I Marked His Rival Alpha Chapter 12
My eyes went wide as I stared at Morrigan in complete disbelief.
“Morrigan is my true daughter.”
I couldn’t wrap my head around what kind of twisted game Finnian had played to convince my dad that she was the real Shadowhowl bloodang
I shoved through the crowd, ready to get in Finnian’s face, when Thorne grabbed my arm.
He shoved his phone at me with a voice recording playing, then vanished into the crowd.
My hands were shaking as I listened:
“Why the hell are you working with Alpha Shadowhowl to let Morrigan steal Lupa’s bloodline claim?”
“I’m planning to complete the official Mating Ceremony with Lupa anyway. Lupa’s got me backing her-she’ll be fine even without the Shadowhow pack status. But Morrigan? After I reject her, she’ll have nothing. I can’t let her back to being a rogue.”
Every word felt like a silver blade slicing through my brain. Everything went white, ears ringing like a warning howl.
I looked up at Morrigan on the second floor, laughing and playing the perfect princess, and something in me snapped. I charged upstairs and got right in my dad’s face:
“What proof do you have that I’m not your daughter? Just because you and Finnian say so?”
Everyone turned to stare, but my dad looked completely unbothered. Morrigan was smirking at me like she’d already won.
My dad’s Beta handed him a folder. He pulled out two bloodline verification reports with a flourish.
“Everyone can see for themselves-Morrigan and I share 99.99% bloodline markers, while Lupa and I share 0.0001%.”
“That’s IMPOSSIBLE!”
I was practically howling now, but nobody seemed to care.
Morrigan strutted over, got right up in my face, and whispered:
“How’s it feel? Your mate, your pup, your pack-they’re all MINE now.”
I slapped her so hard my palm stung and my claws almost came out.
Before I could land the second hit, three or four pack enforcers dragged me down and slammed me to the floor.
“Enough! You ungrateful little bitch!”
“You’ve got some nerve disrespecting your Alpha in his own packhouse!”
My dad nodded at his enforcers. A sickening pop-my shoulder was completely dislocated.
Pain exploded white-hot through my body, vision blurring as agony shot down my arm.
Finnian started to step forward, but Morrigan beat him to it, dropping to her knees beside me.
“Daddy, please don’t hurt her anymore. This is all my fault.”
“Look how sweet Morrigan is, even after you attacked her. Get on your knees and apologize. NOW!”
Staring at this stranger wearing my father’s face, I gritted my teeth through the pain and forced out one word:
“No.”
Finnian couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut:
“Lupa, you’re way out of line here. Morrigan’s literally begging him to go easy on you, and you can’t even say sorry?”
This man I’d loved for five years-I was finally seeing who he really was underneath it all.
I let out a bitter laugh and turned away from both of them.
Finnian’s expression went dark. He motioned to the enforcers to haul me upright.
“Since she hit you, Morrigan, hit her back.”
I couldn’t believe those words had just come out of his mouth.
“Oh, I couldn’t…” Morrigan said softly, while her hands were already curling into fists.
!
“You can’t let some fake bloodline push you around. Lycans don’t back down from anyone. Go ahead and teach her some respect-Daddy will reward you for it.”
Her eyes lit up with pure vicious glee. The first slap sent my head snapping sideways.
Blood filled my mouth.
The second hit made my other cheek swell like I’d taken a hit from a rogue wolf.
My stitches from earlier ripped open, and Morrigan smiled as she aimed straight for the wound. Blood poured down my face, turning everything red.
While everyone watched my humiliation like it was pack entertainment, some guy with a silver blade came charging through the crowd toward
Morrigan.
“You bastard Richard! You killed my daughter-now I’m gonna take yours!”
Finnian shoved me into the blade’s path. It sank deep into my stomach-meant for her, hit me.
I hit the ground, blood pooling around me in a growing crimson puddle, while Finnian fussed over Morrigan’s scraped knees.
We both got rushed to the pack healer’s ward. The healers dragged me straight into emergency treatment while Finnian held Morrigan’s hand, whispering sweet reassurances.
By the time he finished comforting her and remembered I existed, the treatment room lights had been dark for hours.
He searched every floor of the healer’s den but couldn’t find my recovery room anywhere.
“Excuse me, which room is Lupa Shadowhowl in?”
The healer looked up with an odd, uncomfortable expression.
“And you are?”
“Her mate,” he snapped, clearly losing patience.
She checked her records, then her voice went very quiet and carefully neutral:
“I’m so sorry, Alpha Darkfang. Ms. Shadowhowl didn’t survive the blood loss. Her body has already been sent to the cremation grounds this morning.”
