Chapter 117 Get Furious
Aelira’s POV
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Esther quickly regains her composure, taking a deep breath in the process. A spark of renewed
determination lights up her eyes as she squares her shoulders.
“Okay, Aelira, stop making a scene,” she asserts, her voice infused with the unmistakable authority of
a former Luna. “I know you’re still upset…”
She reaches for my hand, manipulating the moment with practiced ease, her fingers feeling like ice
against my skin.
“Aelira, you’ve endured a lot during this time. It must have been challenging to carry a pup by yourself,”
she continues, her tone turning to one of false empathy. “Don’t fret, I will ensure Alarion compensates
you adequately and that you don’t face any more hardships…”
I swiftly pull my hand away from her touch.
“This is the final time I’m telling you,” I respond with icy precision. “This pup is not Alarion’s!”
I gesture sharply at the official document she still clutches tightly.
“The report explicitly states ‘non–paternal‘ in clear black and white. Can’t you comprehend that?”
Esther refuses to acknowledge the evidence set before her. She shakes her head vigorously, her
perfectly styled hair loosening from its pins.
“Aelira, don’t think you can deceive me with a counterfeit paternity test report,” she claims, her voice
rising in desperation.
The allegation strikes me like a slap in the face. I reply with utter emotionlessness, instinctively placing my hand over my belly for protection.
“Then open your eyes and observe closely,” I state with deadly calm. “This is an official hospital report that holds full legal standing.”
I point to the distinctive seal located at the bottom of the document.
“It bears Aethervale Hospital’s official stamp. Forging paternity reports within our werewolf community
is a serious crime that can lead to territorial banishment!”
Despite Esther’s continued denial, I notice a slight tremor in her expression. Her brow furrows with
increasing uncertainty as the ramifications start to sink in.
“You can verify it for yourself if you’re skeptical,” I add with a hint of bitter satisfaction.
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As I insist once more that the pup is not Alarion’s, Esther’s facade finally shatters completely. Her meticulously controlled rage erupts like a dam breaking loose.
“Then whose pup is it?” she demands, her voice tremulous with fury. “That means you were already pregnant before you severed your mate bond with Alarion!”
Her eyes blaze with accusation and revulsion.
“And yet you claim this pup isn’t his. Do you honestly expect me to accept that?”
Exhaustion seeps into my bones like lead, draining what little energy remains within me.
“Believe it or not,” I reply coldly, my voice flat and devoid of emotion. “Just consider the fact that I betrayed the mate bond…”
Before I finish my thought, Esther explodes in unrestrained fury.
Her hand flies up, aimed viciously at my face. I instinctively step back, narrowly avoiding the full
impact of her attack.
However, her sharp nails still graze my cheek, sending a jolt of pain racing across my skin. The sting
prompts a gasp to escape my lips.
What shocks me most isn’t the physical pain, but the reality that Esther has actually attempted to
strike me, a pregnant she–wolf.
“What gives you the permission?” I exclaim, my hand flying to my stinging cheek. “Is it just because of
those words about mate bond betrayal?”
My voice rises, filled with righteous indignation.
“But I’m the one who has been framed and trapped!”
Esther’s previous composure as Luna completely crumbles. Her face contorts with loathsome rage as
she hurls vicious insults at me.
“Aelira Sunmere, you are completely without shame!” she retorts, her once–impeccable dignity evaporating into unbridled hatred. “I believed you were respectable, but you’re just like that
manipulative she–wolf Cyrinne Wynthor!”
Her comparison to Cyrinne strikes me like a physical blow, tightening my chest painfully and making me feel dizzy with nausea.
The anger that has been simmering beneath the surface ignites into a fiery blaze.
“You’re a she–wolf too,” I retort, my voice laced with fierce indignation. “Aren’t you capable of anything
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As Esther continues her relentless tirade about my betrayal of my mate bond during our union, I feel
something inside me snap.
“If you want to know the reason behind my pregnancy,” I say, my voice dropping to a low, menacing
whisper, “go confront Roderic Riven and Cyrinne Wynthor to see if they’ll tell you!”
Esther’s expression shifts dramatically. Color drains from her face as she stares at me in shock.
“You didn’t…” she stammers, her eyes wide with horror.
“Enough!” My anger is so intense that I tremble, my whole body shaking with fury.
A wave of violent nausea churns in my stomach. No name has ever made me feel this physically ill
before.
The suggestion in her unfinished question forces bile up my throat.
Esther recognizes her blunder immediately. She presses her lips together and falls silent, though the
deep furrows on her brow indicate her mind is racing.
Her instincts as a former Luna finally begin to grasp the true significance of what I have just revealed.
I can see the gears turning in her head as she assembles the pieces of the puzzle regarding Cyrinne
and Roderic’s affair.
Thoroughly exhausted and disgusted, I present my final ultimatum.
“Get out of my sight,” I state with quiet determination. “I never want to see you again.”
My voice carries an authority that surprises even me. My wolf has found its strength at last.
Reluctantly, Esther clutches the paternity report to her chest, her pack authority faltering for the first
time in decades.
“I’ll have the pack healers confirm the authenticity of this paternity test,” she mumbles weakly.
“Whatever,” I respond through clenched teeth, already turning away from her.
Once Esther and her entire pack have finally departed from Myrthale Residences, I return to my
apartment, walking on shaky legs.
I lean against the closed door, finding support in the solid wood for my weary body.
Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of grief crashes over me like a tsunami. The day’s events–the
confrontation, Esther’s accusations, and the physical attack–combine into an emotional deluge.
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My eyes burn with unshed tears that I’ve held back for far too long.
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I can no longer keep my composure. I cover my face with my arm as scorching tears finally escape, soaking my sleeve completely.
The release is both devastating and cleansing. All the pain, frustration, and loneliness I’ve been holding inside surge forth in quiet sobs.
After crying until I have no tears left, I wipe my face and notice that my cheek still throbs from Esther’s attack.
Using my phone’s camera, I inspect the damage. Esther’s scratch has left an angry red mark across my skin, though fortunately, it hasn’t drawn blood.
As I carefully dab antiseptic onto the wound, deliberating whether to apply a healing ointment, my phone unexpectedly begins to ring.
The sight of the familiar name sends my heart racing. Daelor.
“Hello?” I respond, attempting to keep my voice steady.
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“How did the paternity test turn out?” His deep voice cuts straight to the point, concern clearly reflected in his tone.
I can sense his sharp Alpha instincts detecting something amiss in my voice.
“Are you crying?” he inquires, worry escalating in his words.
I quickly redirect the conversation, not wishing to burden him with yet another of my troubles.
“I might be coming down with a cold,” I fabricate smoothly. “Just dealing with some nasal
congestion.”
Before he can delve deeper, I steer the topic toward something more constructive.
“Daelor, I need you to look into the current situation of the Riven Pack,” I assert with renewed
determination. “I want to escalate the situation.”
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I suspect the Thunder Pack is leveraging its extensive business ties to steer territorial gossip networks
in its favor. They are likely attempting to suppress the scandal involving Cyrinne and Roderic through calculated media management.
“Cyrinne has woken up and lost her pup,” Daelor tells me, his voice laced with valuable information.
“She’s currently making quite a fuss at the hospital.”
He pauses, and I can detect the dark satisfaction underlying his tone.
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“She appears to believe she can assert that the deceased pup belonged to Alarion, since there’s no way to verify paternity related to a lost pregnancy.”
The irony of the situation is almost poetic. Cyrinne thinks she’s secure now that the evidence has
vanished.
But I smile coldly, aware that I still possess a devastating advantage that Cyrinne knows nothing
about.
The recording that Daelor assisted me in acquiring–depicting Cyrinne and Roderic’s most personal
encounter.
“Are you ready to play your trump card now?” Daelor queries, clearly sensing my thoughts.
While I have concerns about the timing, his next statement instills confidence in me.
“There’s no wrong time to play it,” he offers with the commanding presence of an Alpha King. “I can handle it all.”
Though I want to convey my appreciation, I hold back those words. I recognize my indebtedness to him far exceeds what a
ple thank you can ever express.
“Yes, utilize it!” I proclaim Tirmly. “Since we’ve already stripped away the facade with the Riven Pack,
there’s no longer any reason to uphold appearances for them!”
