Chapter 148


    Chapter 148 - The Prince’s Fury


    3rd Person


    Prince Damon stared at the television screen, apoplectic with rage. He didn''t know how Sinir found


    out about the story he’d leaked to the Current, and he didn’t really care. The end result was the same:


    Here was the Moon Valley Alpha and his wretched little Luna on live TV, using him of corruption and


    murder. What was worse, the reporters were eating it up without any semnce of concern for the lies


    Sinir had been telling thesest few months.


    The Prince’s own investigators hadn’t figured out that E had been living as a human all these years,


    and now it seemed there wouldn’t be any need for them to continue digging, because she was about to


    exin how this all began.


    The glowing she-wolf exchanged a nod with her mate, before turning back to the crowd. “The truth is


    that the beginning of our rtionship is a mystery to us both. We were both desperate for children, after


    years of trying and failing with our partners. I didn’t know it at the time, but I wasn’t conceiving because


    I was with a human, and long story short, I went to a sperm bank thinking it was myst chance to get


    pregnant. Dominic had sent his own sperm there for analysis, and somehow it ended up getting mixed


    up with the sample from the donor I''d chosen.”


    “When Dominic scented his heir in my womb a few dayster, we didn’t understand how I was able to


    conceive a shifter’s child, and now of course the mystery is who or what led to that fateful mix up,


    because we might not have created this baby the traditional way, but we fell in love so fast and fiercely


    that there’s no doubt it was meant to be.” She exins, her silken voice full of warmth as she gazes up


    at the Alpha in question. “All we can say is the Goddess works in mysterious ways.”


    Excited mutters about the goddess and fate wove throughout the room, and Prince Damon gripped the


    back of the sofa so hard that his ws ripped into the upholstery. This was unbelievable. Why didn’t


    anyone care that they had been lying all this time — they’d just confessed they didn’t even know each


    other when the bitch conceived and the press was still fawning all over them. Romantic fools! He


    thought bitterly. What was wrong with this species? So brainless that they could be swayed by starry


    eyed fantasies and fairy tales about the Goddess.


    He shut the television off when one of the reporters obsequiously cried, “When did you realize you


    were in love?”


    “Bring Lydia to me, right now.” He ordered the guard beside him, “ Then tell my father to clear his


    schedule. We need to talk.”


    When Lydia walked in a little whileter, her demeanor skittish and uncertain, he could only growl


    wordlessly. “What’s happened?” She asked, clearly balking.


    “Sinir''s outmaneuvered us again. He just announced that E’s wolf was dormant and that he lied


    about her past to protect her.”


    The Prince exined. “Then he used me of nning the rogue attack and kidnapping her, and he


    had footage of the second meeting!”


    Lydia’s eyes widened in horror, and she began backing away from him warily. “The current must have


    called them for ament on the story.”


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    “Ament! Ament!” Damon ranted. “And you didn''t think that Sinir would take the opportunity


    to beat us to the punch!


    Nobody even cares that they lied because he turned it into a fucking romanticedy! I told you that


    this was yourst chance, you stupid cow!”


    ‘But it wasn’t my fault!” Lydia cried, fear rolling off of her in waves. “All I’ve ever done is try to help you!”


    “I never would have kidnapped E if it wasn’t for you — they would never have had that footage,


    Sinir would have continued to quietly counter us in private if we hadn’t pissed him off so much!” The


    Prince thundered, stalking Lydia across the room, his wolf glowing in his eyes. “You''ve done nothing


    but screw things up from the first moment you walked into my life, and now you’ve ruined any chance I


    had at being King!”


    “Then I''ll leave!” Lydia offered frantically, correctly sensing the mortal danger she was facing. “I''ll go


    away and you''ll never hear from me again, you have my word.”


    Women. Damon mused bitterly. Always so eager to stick their noses where they don’t belong, but


    never willing to take responsibility for their actions. Never willing to get their hands dirty themselves. In


    that moment, the hints E had dropped about the Princess’s murder suddenly clicked in Damon’s


    mind.


    Poison. He thought, that’s why E said it was a feminine tactic, because it’s passive. Maybe it was the


    way Lydia was cowering in front of him, but E’s next clue suddenly seemed only too obvious. Who


    would benefit from her death?


    Understanding crashed into Damon, and suddenly all of Lydia’s actions since she had inserted herself


    into his world made sense.


    He realized that she’d always attached herself to powerful men, bouncing from one to the next every


    time they became wise to her treachery. “But you don’t have anywhere to go, do you?” The Prince


    responded in a snarl. “Your husband tossed you to the curb, Sinir rejected you. You’ve never worked


    a day in your life, it must have seemed like a golden opportunity when I suddenly became single, right


    when you were on the verge of losing everything. In fact, that was quite some coincidence, wasn''t it?”


    Lydia trembled violently as the Prince moved nearer, circling like a bird of prey. She turned as he


    moved, afraid to let him out of her line of sight. “W-what do you mean?”


    “Well it strikes me that she was killed in a woman’s restroom. And no male wolves were scented


    around her body.” He reasoned sharply. “And poison... such anon-confrontational weapon.”


    “Listen, I know what you think, but it isn’t true.” Lydia stammered. “You''re letting them trick you. I know


    E put these ideas in your head.”


    “The only way you could know that is if you were eavesdropping.” Damon used angrily. “And they’re


    not the only ones who have been trying to manipte me.” He continued, thinking of Sinir’s


    comments about Lydia’s interference. He might be a despicable, self-righteous, mongrel — but he


    hadn’t been wrong about his ex-wife’s insolence. “You probably thought you could make me fall for you


    eventually, if you yed your cards right. Tell me, did you want to help me or yourself, Lydia? Did you


    care if I became King, or did you just want to be a queen and you were willing to go through anyone


    and anything that stood in your way?”


    “It wasn''t like that!” Lydia insisted desperately. “And besides, Angeline’s death helped your campaign


    more than all of your efforts to discredit Sinirbined.”


    “So that’s your defense? You killed my mate, but I shouldn’t be bothered because it helped me in the


    polls?”


    “No! Of course not!” Lydia pleaded, knowing she was backed into a corner now but helpless to think of


    a way out. “I didn’t... I didn’t kill her. I would never do such a thing, you have to believe me!”


    “You were willing to let your own fated mate die for your ambitions.” Damon reminded her. “You didn’t


    care about attacking a breeding woman and killing her unborn pup despite your supposed love for


    children. So why should you give a damn about my mate?”


    “Because I respect you too much to ever cross you.” Lydia professed, dropping to her knees. “You''re


    my Prince, I would never do anything to displease you.”


    “And when did that begin? You helped Sinir oppose me for years with no such loyalty. Let’s be


    honest, Lydia. Your allegiance goes to n.ovelebook the highest bidder, the man who can offer you the


    most power and status.” The Prince grumbled, unable to unsee her true colors now that they’d been


    revealed. “You’re a scheming, gold-digging, narcissist, and you saw fit to take my mate — your


    princess - from me, for your own selfish gain.


    Lydia tearfully shook her head, knowing she’d lost. “Please, just let me go, I’ll do anything.”


    “It’s toote for that.” Damon snapped, closing the distance between them. “I should have done this the


    moment you tried to tell me how to run my own fucking campaign.”


    “Please, have mercy.” Lydia begged, sobbing now as she tried to scrabble away from the approaching


    predator.


    “Shut the hell up!” Damon snarled,shing out with his ws. He wanted to make her suffer — it was,


    after all, the only thing she- wolves were good for in his mind, but he didn''t have time to waste. He


    needed to speak with his father and do damage control before the Alpha Council could think to issue a


    warrant for his arrest, and torturing the worthless creature in front of him would only cut into that — no


    matter how pleasurable it might be. His ws caught Lydia neck and dug deep, ripping out her throat


    and ceasing her pitiful moaning once and for all.


    Her lifeless body fell at his feet, and he stepped over her and strode out the door, wiping her blood on


    his trousers. “Clean that up.” He ordered the stone faced guard at the door, before he disappeared


    down the hall, headed for the King’s study.