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“Too bad it was only your baby that died back then,” Marcella sneered, her lips curling into a twisted smile that made my stomach churn:
Her words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the air out of my lungs. My heart sank, and for a second, the world around me seemed to tilt. My baby… she knew about my baby.”
The truth crashed down on me. Marcella wasn’t just some she–wolf with a strange hold over Martin. She was the reason for everything The miscarriage. The neglect. The whispers behind my back. All of it had been orchestrated by her.”
“You… you did this?” My voice trembled, but I couldn’t hide the anger brewing inside me. “You caused my miscarriage?“%
Marcella laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. “Of course. You never should’ve had that child. It would have ruined everything.” Her eyes gleamed with malice. “Your pack. Your status. You and your precious mate deserved it.”
A growl rumbled deep in my chest, my wolf clawing to the surface, begging to tear her apart. No one threatens my child and gets away with it.
“You killed an innocent life for your petty cause?” I snarled, my voice thick with rage.
Marcella stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a sickening satisfaction. “Innocent?” She scoffed, glancing around at the bloodied field where rogues lay scattered. “You call your pack ‘innocent‘? You think these Alphas, these so–called leaders, are any better than us? They’ve hunted us down, driven us to the fringes of society! Packs like yours are the real monsters, Ella.”}
I took a step back, my chest heaving as I struggled to control the storm inside me. Every fiber of my being screamed for justice–for my baby, for the pain I’d endured. But something held me back. I wouldn’t give Marcella the satisfaction of seeing me lose control.
Behind me, Alpha Dustin’s voice cut through the tension. “Rogues like you have no right to talk about justice,” he growled, stepping forward to stand by my side. “You justify your violence by blaming the packs, but all you do is bring chaos and destruction.”%
Marcella’s eyes flickered to Dustin, and for a moment, she seemed to waver. But then her sneer returned. “Violence is the only language your kind understands. You talk about peace, but what has peace ever given us? We’ve been left to starve, hunted like animals while you sit in your cushy Alpha chairs.“}
I could feel Dustin’s anger radiating beside me, but my focus was solely on Marcella. “You think you’re justified?” I spat. “You think killing my child, destroying my life, will bring your so–called peace? You’re delusional, Marcella.”
Her expression darkened, and she took another step closer, her eyes filled with fury. “It’s not about peace. It’s about survival, Ella. Packs like yours need to be torn down. You perpetuate the cycle of power and control that keeps rogues like me on the outskirts. Your precious Alpha Martin made it easy for me to get close, blinded by his guilt and obsession with his dead sister. Pathetic.”
“You think this ends with you?” My voice was low, dangerous. “You may have taken my child, but you will not take anything else from me. You won’t take my life. You won’t take anyone here. You won’t win.“}
Marcella’s laugh grated against my nerves. “We’ve already won,” she sneered. “Look around you, Ella. The Alphas are distracted, the rogues are infiltrating your territories. Your pack will crumble just like all the others. I’ve set the stage for a new world–one where rogues like me have a place.”
Before I could respond, Martin appeared, his eyes wild with fury. His gaze locked onto Marcella, and I saw the shift in him–the realization, the pain, the guilt. “You,” he growled, his voice thick with rage. “You killed my child?“}
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