Chapter 5
The moment Miles and Sierra stormed into the clinic, Hannah shrank behind Blake like a frightened rabbit. But Sierra was
faster-her claws unsheathed as she seized Hannah by her perfectly styled hair.
“You vile, scheming bitch! How dare you hide? Do you know how old my nieces were? Five years old! What crime did they
commit that you couldn’t tolerate their existence? Are you even human?!”
Hannah shrieked as she hit the floor, but Blake was instantly at her side, shielding her with his body as he glared at his
sister.
“Have you lost your mind? She’s carrying my child! If anything happens to the child-”
“Your child?” Sierra’s voice cracked with hysteria. “What about the children you already had? The ones you sent to their
graves?!”
Blake’s jaw tightened. “Listen to me. That day, I’merely brought Hannah home, and the girls screamed at her to get out. Is
that how pups should speak to their elders? I’m their father-if I decide they need discipline at The Obedience Den, that’s
my right!”
He scoffed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Fine. If you’re all so upset, I’ll bring them back. But stop with this
ridiculous charade about them being dead. Lena’s lies don’t fool me-”
Miles’s next strike sent Blake crashing into the wall.
“ELDERS? SHE’S A MATE-SNATCHING WHORE!” Spittle flew from the old Alpha’s lips as he rained blows down on his
grandson. “Those girls were protecting their mother! They were your heirs! Your blood!”
Blake didn’t fight back-couldn’t, not against the Alpha who’d raised him. He barely managed to dodge the next swing.
“Enough! We’re in public-”
“You think I care about your pride now?” Miles’s voice broke. “If I’d known you’d turn into this heartless monster, I’d never
have bound Lena to you. She had suffered for years because of my mistake. And now those innocent pups are gone!”
Tears carved paths through the wrinkles on Miles’s face.
“How could I let this nightmare happen to her? I had promised to her grandfather that I would treat her like my own blood.
He entrusted me with his only granddaughter! And now you have ruined everything she had.”
The memory of Lena bowing to him earlier flashed before his eyes-her fragile frame trembling as she clutched that
tattered teddy bear, her voice steady despite the devastation in her eyes.
Maybe it’s better this way. At least she’s free now.
With a final, disgusted look at Blake, Miles turned away.
“Don’t return to the Pack House. You’re no longer welcome among us.”
Blake’s breath came in ragged gasps. He turned to Sierra, desperation bleeding into his voice.
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“Tell me the truth. This is a trick, isn’t it? You’re all punishing me
Sierra thought of Lena’s shattered expression at the precinct, of the tiny bodies in the morque. Her tears fell freely
“That freaking Obedience Den tied them to chairs, Blake. They whipped them. Electrocuted them. Starved them. By the time we got there. She swallowed hard. “It was too late.”
“Now the girls are gone. Lena’s gone. You’ve got the freedom you always wanted.”
Without another word, she followed Miles into the night.
A high-pitched ringing filled Blake’s ears. He stumbled forward on instinct-
Hannah’s nails dug into his arm. “Blake! Where are you going?”
He whirled on her, panic and fury twisting his features.
“I need to find my daughters! I need to find Lena! Did you not hear? They’re gone!”
Hannah recoiled, but her grip tightened. “Blake, I’m pregnant with your pup! Don’t you remember? We’re going to have our
own pup=”
“You never loved them,” she pressed, voice saccharine. “This is for the best. Now we can be together properly-”
Blake wrenched his arm free with such force that Hannah fell, her knees scraping against the linoleum.
“You’re nothing compared to them! NOTHING!”
She clutched her stomach, a pained whimper escaping her. “Blake… it hurts… the pup-
But when she looked up through her tears, he was already gone.
The man who’d once fretted over her slightest discomfort didn’t even glance back.
The Pack House was silent when Blake burst in.
Too silent.
No giggles echoing down the hall. No scent of Lena’s lavender soap.
The nursery door stood ajar. Inside, empty drawers gaped like wounds.
Only then did the truth crash over him.
Lena was gone.
Really gone.
And she’d taken every trace of their daughters with her.
