Chapter 105 Shocking Recording
Aelira’s POV
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The ceremonial attendants approach with two golden trays, each holding delicate porcelain tea sets
that feature the emblem of the Thunder Pack. Roderic Riven and Esther Riven take their places at the
head table, their postures formal as they prepare for the traditional blessing ceremony.
Esther maintains a carefully neutral expression, though I notice a brief flicker of something complex in
her amber eyes as she glances at Cyrinne’s slightly rounded belly. That fleeting emotion quickly
vanishes, replaced by her practiced Luna smile.
On the other hand, Roderic seems to radiate satisfaction. His chest swells with pride as he surveys the
gathered crowd, clearly enjoying his moment in the spotlight.
As Cyrinne elegantly steps forward to present him with a delicate teacup, Roderic’s smile becomes even more luminous. The adoration in his gaze makes my stomach churn; he seems like a lovesick
teenager rather than an Alpha in his fifties.
I narrow my eyes as I observe them, consumed by an intense hatred for the pair responsible for my
mother’s death. I wish I could pierce through them with just my glare.
My grip on the small remote, hidden in my palm, tightens. My palms begin to sweat, a mix of
excitement and anxiety surging through me as I prepare to reveal their true natures.
Meanwhile, the host on stage continues his lively commentary, deliberately guiding the discussion
toward Cyrinne and Roderic.
“What a great moment!” he exclaims enthusiastically. “The bond between Alpha Riven and his future daughter–in–law is so heartwarming to witness.”
Several pack members in the audience nod in agreement, completely unaware of the dark reality lurking beneath the surface.
Suddenly, Daelor nudges my arm gently, pulling my attention to a woman sitting in the first–row VIP
section.
“Look at that woman,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear.
I follow his gaze to an elegantly dressed woman who seems to be in her thirties. Her timeless beauty
makes her look more like Cyrinne’s sister than her mother..
“That’s Ashley Wynthor,” Daelor quietly identifies. “Cyrinne’s mother.”
My eyes widen slightly in surprise. Of course, as the mother of the bride–to–be, Ashley would naturally
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attend her daughter’s marking ceremony. How had I overlooked this?
I examine Ashley more closely, noting her refined features and the graceful way she carries herself, but something seems off.
“She’s sitting by herself,” I remark, scanning the nearby seats in search of a mate.
“Where’s Cyrinne’s father?” I quietly inquire.
Dr. Nyven Leyric, who has been silently listening to our conversation, leans in with a mischievous
smirk.
“Which father are you referring to?” he asks, barely containing his amusement.
I stare at him, confused and unsure of what he means.
Dr. Leyric glances around to ensure we are not overheard, then shares his scandalous insight in
hushed tones.
“Ashley Wynthor has quite the reputation,” he reveals. “Many pack members claim she was a mistress
to several Alphas in her younger years. The true identity of Cyrinne’s father remains unknown-
perhaps even to Ashley herself.”
I can barely process this revelation, my mouth opening slightly in disbelief at the shocking
implications.
Dr. Leyric chuckles softly at my stunned expression. “As the saying goes, ‘like mother, like daughter‘–I suppose this is a family trait.”
Even though the situation is tense, his joke helps to ease the atmosphere for me. The chill of anxiety
on my hands starts to dissipate a bit.
On stage, the blessing ceremony carries on. Alarion, as the groom, is the first to step forward. He
approaches his parents, holding the traditional tea service, his demeanor rigid and formal.
“Moom, Dad,” he states, extending the cups with deliberate respect.
Esther accepts her tea with elegance, taking a delicate sip in appreciation. Roderic barely brushes his
lips against the cup before placing it down, his eager eyes already locked on Cyrinne.
The host, noticing Roderic’s impatience, can’t help but tease him.
“Alpha Riven, you seem quite anxious for your future daughter–in–law’s tea service,” the host remarks with playful jest. “You hardly touched your son’s offering!”
Laughter fills the room, light and cheerful. Roderic’s face flushes with a brief embarrassment; however,
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he quickly regains his composure, understanding the host’s intention to lighten the mood.
“The tea was simply too hot,” Roderic offers weakly, giving the least convincing excuse.
It’s evident this isn’t the case, considering that Esther has just finished her entire cup without any
trouble. But the focus shifts quickly as the host signals for Cyrinne to take her turn in the ceremony.
“Now, let’s have our lovely bride serve tea to her future in–laws,” the host announces.
Cyrinne approaches with elegant precision, her white gown flowing gracefully around her. She appears
slightly flushed, a sign of maidenly shyness, as she carries the ceremonial tea service.
She first presents a cup to Esther, who accepts it with warmth and kindness. Cyrinne then turns her
attention to Roderic, their eyes meeting as her emerald gaze aligns with his eager expression.
Roderic reaches out for the cup immediately, practically buzzing with anticipation.
“Hold on, hold on!” the host interjects playfully. “We can’t skip the ‘change of address‘ ceremony. Our
lovely Cyrinne must address Alpha Riven properly first.”
The audience chuckles at the tradition. Cyrinne’s face grows even redder as she gazes into Roderic’s
burning eyes.
“Go ahead, dear,” the host encourages her. “What should you call your future father–in–law?”
Cyrinne opens her mouth, her voice barely audible. “Dad…”
Yet, before she can finish the formal address, an explicit recording suddenly blares through the hall’s
sound system.
“Alpha… Uncle Roderic, don’t do that. What if someone finds out?”
The voice unmistakably belongs to Cyrinne, breathy and filled with desperation.
Then, a deeper male voice, clearly Roderic’s, replies: “I can’t take it anymore, Cyrinne, just enjoy it.
The hall erupts in shocked gasps. Conversations halt mid–sentence as every head turns toward the
speakers in disbelief.
Cyrinne and Roderic’s faces simultaneously lose all color. Their eyes lock in a moment of sheer panic, the blood draining from their faces so swiftly I worry they might faint.
“Baby, who’s better, me or Alarion?” Roderic’s suggestive query elicits another wave of gasps.
“It’s you, of course it’s you,” Cyrinne responds breathlessly, and the amplified sounds of kissing fill the
air.
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On stage, Alarion’s complexion fluctuates between green and pale, a prominent vein throbbing at his temple as the implications of the recording sink in.
But the recording isn’t finished yet. It continues with even more explicit dialogue.
“You’re going to marry Alarion and still call me uncle?” It’s accompanied by thunderous sounds of impact.
“So, what should I call it?” Cyrinne’s question holds an innocent allure.
“What do you say? What did Alarion call me?”
“Dad? Ah!”
“Almost there, Cyrinne. Speak up, keep screaming, call me Dad.”
Then Cyrinne’s voice breaks, low and obedient. “Daddy!”
The sounds of their private encounter echo throughout the ceremony hall. Gasps morph into whispers, which then escalate into outraged murmurs.
With tears streaming down her face, Cyrinne clutches Alarion’s arm in a frenzied plea.
“Alarion, these are artificial recordings!” she implores, her voice quivering with fear. “You can’t let this deceive you! It’s not authentic!”
Roderic regains his composure faster than his partner, his political instincts kicking in despite the shock that initially seized him. He rises from his seat and bellows across the hall.
“Who is causing this disturbance!” he shouts. “This is a fabrication! An artificial recording! Hurry up- and disable the sound system!”
The audio team moves rapidly to respond, yet somehow the recording persists. Its content grows increasingly explicit, leaving nothing unaddressed regarding Roderic and Cyrinne’s liaison.
