Chapter 197

Chapter 197:

“You think Dallas is any different? You think he’s pure?” A twisted smile stretched across his face. “He has secrets too, Adella. Secrets buried so deep even he doesn’t know they’re surfacing. But the journals — they mention him. They mention things that would make your precious King look like the monster he really is p>

I held his gaze without flinching. “If you have something to say, say it p>

“Oh, I don’t need to say it.” He straightened his wrinkled shirt. “The truth has a way of surfacing. And when it does — when you see what he’s really capable of — don’t come crying to me p>

“There’s no coming back to anything, Braydon p>

𝗗𝗂𝘀𝖼𝗈𝘷𝖾r hid𝘥еn 𝗀e𝘮𝘴 𝗼𝗇 𝗀а𝗹ոо𝘷е𝗅𝘴.cо𝘮

His face twisted. “You heartless bitch. You think because you’re with the Alpha King you’re special? You’re nothing. You’re a wolfless defect. You belong to the Hyde Pack, Adella. Without us, you are dirt. Remember who took you in when you were fourteen? Who fed you for ten years p>

Ten years. The number echoed in my mind. Ten years of servitude. Ten years of being reminded every single day that I was unwanted.

“I do not belong to you,” I said, my voice ringing with a steel I hadn’t known I possessed. “And I am not just a wolfless girl anymore p>

“Then what are you?” he spat.

“I am Adella Marshall,” I declared, the name tasting like power on my tongue. “His wife. The future Luna of this Pack p>

Braydon froze, his mouth falling open. The shock on his face was absolute.

I took a step toward him, my gaze unwavering. “And if you ever come near me again, I won’t need Dallas to destroy you. I will do it myself p>

“You…” Braydon stammered, shaking his head. “You hate him. Everyone knows you’re just his prisoner p>

I looked at this man — this boy — who had broken my heart a thousand times over. And I realized he meant absolutely nothing to me. He was just a ghost.

“No,” I whispered, the truth settling over me like a warm cloak. “I don’t hate him. I love him. And unlike you, he has never once made me feel like I am less than I am p>

Braydon’s face contorted — rage, disbelief, and something that looked almost like grief warring across his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Before he could recover, three Blackwood Warriors materialized from the crowd, forming a wall of muscle between us. A sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb, the back door swinging open.

“Get in, Adella,” Azalea urged, her eyes shining with a mixture of shock and fierce pride.

I didn’t look back at Braydon. I slid into the leather seat, my heart pounding not with fear but with the exhilaration of freedom. I had burned the bridge to my past. Now I only had to face my future.

What I didn’t see, as the Maybach pulled away, was Braydon raising his phone to his ear. What I didn’t hear were his whispered words into the receiver:

“Phase two. She knows about the diary now. Let’s see how deep her loyalty really goes p>

Dallas