99 Times He Left Me Mid-Moon for a Fake Omega – The 100th? I Marked His Rival Alpha Chapter 22
The man turned toward the woman still kneeling on the floor.
“Seraphine! It’s her. Our daughter. She’s alive.”
Victor and Eloise went completely still.
Victor’s voice came out slow, careful. “Sir, I think there’s been some kind of mistākē-”
The man’s eyes snapped to him, and the weight of his presence hit like a physical blow. Pure Alpha dominance.
“I’m Dorian Ravenswood.”
Victor’s cane clattered to the ground.
Dorian Ravenswood.
Alpha of Ravenswood Pack. The most powerful pack on the continent. The man who controlled more territory, more resources, more everything than anyone else alive. They said he could buy and sell entire packs without blinking. They also said crossing him was a death sentence.
“Twenty years ago,” Dorian said quietly, his eyes locked on me, “someone took my daughter from me. I’ve spent every day since then searching. Tore this continent apart looking for her. And the whole time, she was right here. Suffering.”
His voice cracked on the last word.
Seraphine stumbled to her feet and collapsed beside my bed, grabbing my hand like I might disappear if she let go.
“My baby,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
I looked at her. At him. These strangers.
But something deep in my chest was pulling toward them. Like my blood recognized theirs before my brain could catch up.
I looked at Eloise.
“So I’m not your biological child,” I said flatly. “That’s why my wolf’s different, isn’t it?”
Eloise’s hand came up to my face, gentle. Her eyes were red.
“Thalia, sweetheart… your father and I found you near Midnigh Forest. You were barely alive. We thought someone had abandoned you, so we brought you home.”
Seraphine reached out and touched my cheek, her fingers trembling.
“I’m your mother, Thalia. Your real mother. And I failed you. Someone took you from me, and I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t protect you.”
Dorian’s gaze swept over Victor and Eloise, then dropped to the scars covering my arms, my everywhere.
“You’ll be compensated for raising her,” he said. “But your son? The one who put her in that camp? I will make him pay.”
A commotion outside the tent.
The flap flew open, and two of Dorian’s guards dragged someone inside. His hands were zip-tied behind his back, a black hood over his head.
One of the guards ripped the hood off.
Warren.
His face was a mess-swollen, bloody, half his teeth missing.
The second he saw Dorian, he dropped to his knees.
“Please! Please, Alpha Dorian I didn’t know! I swear, I didn’t know she was your daughter! I was just doing a job! Someone paid me!”
Dorian ignored him completely. He turned to me, his expression softening.
“This is my first gift to you, my daughter.”
Then he pulled a gun from one of the guards’ holsters and placed it in my hand.
“Your call, sweetheart. Do whatever you want with him.”
I stared down at the gun. My hand was shaking.
Warren’s eyes went wide.
“Miss Thalia! Please! I have proof! I have recordings! Bank transfers! Everything your brother did-I documented all of it! I’ll give you everything! Just
don’t-”
I raised the gun.
Bang.
The shot echoed through the tent.
Everyone flinched.
Warren screamed.
Then he realized the silver bullet had gone through the ceiling.
Warren looked down at himself, and pissed himself on the spot.
Dorian wrinkled his nose in disgust and jerked his head toward the guards. “Get him out of here.”
They dragged Warren out, still babbling.
I lowered the gun and looked straight at Dorian.
“I don’t want him dead,” I said. “Not yet. I want to go back to Whiteshadow Pack. And I want to kill Ronan myself.”
