The Alpha Princess They Destroyed Chapter 02
Zoe covered her mouth, her eyes full of fake apology.Â
“Ember, I’m just the kind of person who says whatever’s onÂ
my mind. Don’t take it personally.”Â
Liam soothed her patiently. “All right. My princess can have whatever she wants. And you didn’t say anything wrong. TheÂ
smell is awful.”Â
Zoe smiled and threw herself into his arms, acting spoiledÂ
while shooting me a triumphant look.Â
My expression didn’t change, and my eyes stayed just as still.Â
Five years ago, I would have screamed, demanded answers,Â
fought for his affection.Â
Five years later, all of it meant nothing to me anymore.Â
As if remembering something, he turned to me.Â
“If you want a helicopter, I’ll buy you a new one. This oneÂ
belongs to Zoe now. Don’t fight her over it.”Â
I looked at him, genuinely puzzled.Â
“Did I say I wanted to take it?” I asked. “If she likes it, she canÂ
have it. I don’t care.”Â
His gaze darkened instantly, so abruptly that he even pushed Zoe aside without noticing.Â
He studied me closely, something tangled flashing through his eyes. “You don’t care? I picked this helicopter out myself. You used to treasure it more than anything.”Â
I smiled faintly, my voice flat. “So?”Â
“Everything changes,” I said. “Just like this helicopter. It belongs to Zoe now.”Â
Once, he had cherished me more than his own life.Â
Later, he cast me aside without hesitation.Â
He fell silent, and for some reason his chest seemed to growÂ
heavier.Â
I turned my eyes toward the window.Â
Then the system spoke again: [Because the real Ember Sullivan failed her mission and died, once you return, thisÂ
body will also have to be destroyed.]Â
My fingers stilled before I nodded.Â
I understood exactly what it meant.Â
All that meant was that I had to die a little more violently.Â
That was easy enough.Â
Two hours later, the helicopter landed on the private padÂ
outside the Alpha estate.Â
The moment Zoe stepped off, a crowd of servants rushedÂ
forward with tea, towels, and eager smiles, surrounding herÂ
with concern and flattery.Â
One young maid shot me a dirty look. “The fake who stole someone else’s life actually has the nerve to come back?Â
Shameless.”Â
Zoe heard her and smiled, but said nothing.Â
Instead, she rewarded the girl by taking the tea she offered.Â
The others understood immediately.Â
At once, whispers broke out everywhere, each one moreÂ
vicious than the last.Â
“I heard from the betas that Ember was… used over there. AndÂ
she miscarried more than thirty times. Every male in thatÂ
forest has been with her…”Â
“That many? Then what if she’s got some dirty disease now? What if it’s contagious?”Â
At that, several people hurried backward, covering theirÂ
mouths in disgust.Â
I stopped walking.Â
Then I turned, my gaze cold and dark as a storm.Â
A second later, I stepped slowly toward the maid.Â
“Wh–what are you doing?” she demanded, suddenly nervous,Â
though she still forced her chin up. “I didn’t say anythingÂ
wrong. You were used up. You’re damaged goods.”Â
I slapped her.Â
Silence crashed over the courtyard.Â
I let out a cold, mocking laugh, then turned away.Â
“Nina Hale,” I said, “six years ago, when your family fell apart and the rogues were after you, don’t forget who brought youÂ
into Shadowpine Pack and gave you a job.”Â
Her breathing hitched. “I…”Â
Zoe spoke up at once, cutting her off, “Ember, they were just gossiping. You didn’t need to get angry.”Â
Her eyes reddened on cue, as though she had been wronged. “Or is this really about me? Do you still resent me for taking your place…”Â
Liam had just stepped off the helicopter.Â
The second he heard that, he strode forward and pulled ZoeÂ
into his arms.Â
“What nonsense are you saying?” he murmured, comfortingÂ
her. “You’re the Alpha’s blood. You’re the princess ofÂ
Shadowpine Pack. You can do whatever you want. No one hasÂ
the right to say you took what was yours.”Â
Then he turned to me, his voice low with warning. “You’ve barely been back and you’re already stirring up trouble?”Â
“Ember, do you want to go back there that badly?”Â
My spine went rigid.Â
I didn’t even have the strength to defend myself.Â
“My fault,” I said.

