Four Alphas Took My Moon Crown To My Adopted Sister Chapter 09

Four Alphas Took My Moon Crown To My Adopted Sister Chapter 09

I pushed open my bedroom door and found him kneeling beside my bed. He held an old coat I’d once given him. 

It was the coat he’d wrapped around me on the snowy night I returned to Silvermoon Pack. I’d mended every loose thread on it myself. 

“Stella, I’m sorry. Please come back to me.” 

He lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, stripped of all the pride and dignity of an Alpha. 

He grabbed the hem of my dress, his voice utterly 

humble. 

“I’ve sent Teresa far beyond Moonwild’s borders. 

She’ll never return. If you come back to me, I’ll 

obey your every word.” 

I looked at him, my heart as still as stagnant 

water. 

“Cedric, you once taught me that a pack leader 

can never show weakness.” 

I knelt down and pried his fingers loose one by 

one. 

“You also taught me that the lowest form of 

surrender is to crush yourself into the dirt.” 

“And you’ve done that perfectly now.” 

Cedric swayed unsteadily on his feet. 

The last spark of light died in his eyes as he 

looked at me. 

“You really won’t give me even one more chance?” 

I extinguished his last shred of hope without. hesitation. “I gave you plenty of chances. You destroyed every single one with your own hands.” 

Bowen pushed the door open and walked inside. 

He came to my side, wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed a cup of warm milk into my hand. 

Tears rolled down Cedric’s cheeks as he stared at Bowen’s hand on me. 

“Alpha Cedric, it’s late. You need to leave.” Bowen’s 

voice was cold as a blade. 

Cedric rose slowly, his spirit broken. He stared at us standing side by side and suddenly laughed. 

It was a bitter, crazed sound. 

He stumbled down the terrace steps and vanished 

into the darkness. 

I knew he would spend the rest of his life trapped 

in regret. 

That regret would eat away at his wolf soul night and day, till his dying breath. 

Three years later. 

Word came that Teresa had fallen ill and died from 

overwork in a foreign land. I was helping Bowen 

pick out a crib when I heard the news. 

I said nothing, and simply had someone arrange the cheapest burial plot for her. 

Carl stepped down from his position as Alpha. 

Rumor said he’d gone to a remote territory to teach young werewolves how to hunt, spending 

his days in penance. 

Louis fell off a cliff while chasing rogue wolves. 

He would spend the rest of his life confined to a 

wheelchair. 

Gordon clung to his tattered notebook, driven 

half–mad. He rambled constantly about losing the 

best friend he’d ever had. 

As for Cedric. 

He never took a mate. He remained at Blackwood Pack, watching its strength fade year after year. 

He showed up at every auction without fail. 

Yet he never raised his paddle. He only stared at the crowns displayed on stage. 

I crossed paths with him at a feast once. 

He tried to speak to me, but the cold unfamiliarity 

in my eyes stopped him cold. 

I gave him a brief nod, as if we were total 

strangers. 

Then I linked arms with Bowen and walked into 

the bright, glittering lights. 

Bowen leaned down and whispered. “Do you 

regret any of it?” 

I shook my head firmly and squeezed his hand tight. 

“Not for a moment. They merely reaped what they 

sowed.” 

The night view over Moonwild was breathtaking and peaceful. 

Everyone who’d hurt me deeply had finally gotten 

what they deserved. 

My late mother’s crown was locked safely inside 

Silvermoon Pack’s vault once more. 

This time, it was no longer just proof of my Thorne 

bloodline. 

It was the fruit of my victory, my pride. 

Dawn was drawing near. 

I’d finally built a life that was grand, free, and 

entirely my own.