Chapter 307
Chapter 307:
“She destroyed us both, Braydon,” Katherine continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “She took your title, your land, and your dignity. And she humiliated me and my family. But what if I told you that her high horse isn’t as tall as she thinks p>
I finally looked at her. Her eyes were gleaming with malice. “What are you talking about p>
“My mother, Luna Parrish, knows things. Old things,” Katherine said, leaning closer. “Adella parades around like the daughter of a martyr. But Alaric Everett wasn’t a hero. He was a traitor p>
I frowned. “Alaric died defending his Pack from Rogues p>
“He died because a deal went sour,” she hissed. “He was trading with those Rogues for months — selling out his own territory’s resources. The attack wasn’t an invasion. It was a collection of debt. He betrayed them first p>
The words hung in the air, heavy and poisonous. It was a lie. It had to be. But as I turned it over in my mind, a twisted sort of hope began to take root. If Adella knew her father was a criminal, if I could shatter the pedestal she had placed him on, maybe she would break. And if she broke, she would need someone to pick up the pieces.
“Why tell me this?” I asked.
𝖱𝗈𝘮𝘢𝗇𝘤𝘦 𝗮𝘯𝖽 𝘱a𝘴𝗌i𝗈𝗇 𝗼𝘯
“Because today is the anniversary of the attack,” Katherine smiled — a cold, sharp expression. “She’s heading to the old Silver Moon memorial grounds right now. With him. Go to her, Braydon. Tell her the truth. Shatter her little fantasy. Make her see that her hero was just as flawed as the rest of us p>
The rage that had been consuming me suddenly found a direction. I slammed my glass down, the crystal cracking under my grip. “Watch me,” I growled.
My Aston Martin tore down the highway, the engine roaring like a beast in pain. I kept my distance, staying three cars behind the massive black SUV that looked more like a tank than a vehicle.
Dallas Marshall. The Lycan King.
Through the tinted rear window, I could just make out the silhouette of Adella’s head. She was leaning toward him, her hand likely resting on his arm. I saw her profile turn, a soft smile gracing her lips — the same smile she used to give me, before I let my father turn me into a monster.
She was holding white roses. For a traitor.
“You don’t know, Addie,” I whispered to the windshield, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. “You think you’re so pure, so far above me. But your blood is just as dirty p>
As the convoy turned off the main road toward the secluded forest entrance of the memorial grounds, the black SUV slowed.
Then I saw Dallas’s eyes in his side mirror.
Even from this distance, even through the tint and the reflection, the impact was physical. His gaze was cold. Gold. Predatory. He knew I was there — he had probably smelled my desperation miles ago. His jaw tightened, a silent, lethal warning that promised death if I took one step closer.