Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Chapter 75

The storm outside doesn’t calm. Thunder refuses to stop. It roars again–louder, angrier–shaking the palace walls with every strike, raging in Lync with the chaos brewing inside.

The chandelier’s crystals clatter above. Stone pillars groan. Paintings crash to the floor, shattering like fragile bones. The entire world trembles.

But the Alpha King doesn’t move or care if the heavens rip the palace in two. Because his world–his en

world is bleeding out in his arms.

“Father,” she had whispered. And that single word had shaken something deep within him. His wolf howled in return, a desperate confirmation,

Kali’s skin is pale now, her lips trembling with the last ghost of warmth. Blue Blood soaks the front of her gown, pooling around the sword still buried in her chest. Her breath is barely there–shallow, uneven, like the fragile whisper of life is slipping away.

He lowers her gently to the marble floor, cradling her head like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever held.

“What have you done?!” His voice rips through the air like a beast set loose. “What have you done?!”

It’s the first time he’s ever raised his voice at Lady Celestia.

She simply smirks, stepping back as she admires the bloodied blade she had so proudly driven into Kali–as if it were a piece of art.

“I did what needed to be done,” she says coldly. “What you couldn’t do, Father.”

That word–Father–burns like acid coming from her lips. A mockery. So different from when Kali said it, soft and sincere.

He stares at her–this girl he raised, protected, gave everything for despite not being his true blood. The daughter he once promised peace in exchange for his soul. And now, as her smile twists with malice, he sees it clearly–the madness. The obsession. The selfish, dangerous hunger to control, to take what was never hers.

This was all his fault.

He saw the signs–the way she looked at Jack with those wild, desperate eyes. How she wanted him, despite him belonging to another. How her judgement wavered with every emotional outburst, how entitled she had become. How unfit she was to lead.

But he looked away.

Because what else did he have?

He had no heir.

No one else.

Until now.

The moment he stepped into the grand hall earlier, something had changed. The air shifted. Time warped. His wolf stirred violently in his chest, and he had to clench his fists to keep from howling. Pup. Pup/PUP. His wolf had howled, breathless and crazed, as if it had just found something sacred.

He thought he was losing his mind.

Until he saw her.

Chained. On her knees. Her head bowed in submission–or maybe terror. He couldn’t see her face, but the second gripped him. It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t curiosity./

It was instinct.

his

eyes fell on her, a strange pull

Protect her.

He wanted to rip the silver chains from her wrists and tear apart anyone who had dared to bind her. His heart thundered with a warning k dide ky understand.

Then she looked up–and the air left his lungs.

Those eyes.

Emerald. Just like his.

Just like his mother’s. Just like his grandmother’s.

He couldn’t breathe.

She had called him father.

And now–now she lies dying.

He doesn’t pull the sword from her chest. He knows better. Removing it would quicken the bleeding. Instead, he presses his hands around the wound, voice hoarse as he screams toward the towering doors.

“Call in the royal doctor–NOW!”

Seconds pass.

Then the doors fly open.

Fifteen guards rush in, eyes wide, trembling under the pressure of the King’s fury

“S–sire-

“ARREST her!” he barks, pointing a bloodstained hand at Celestia. “Lock her in her room. I don’t want to see her face. Not until I say so.”

The guards freeze–hesitant. Uncertain.

This is Lady Celestia. The chosen heir. His only daughter.

But one look at the Alpha King’s face silences their doubt. Fury burns in his eyes. Pure, unfiltered

He is commanding.

Two guards move. Then four. Then all surround her.

“What?” Celestia snaps, laughing bitterly. “You’re arresting me? For her?”

She glares at Kali with disgust wishing she could finish the job and sever her head this time.

rage.

He is not asking.

“She’s not going to survive, Daddy,” she sneers. “We both know it. No one survives after being stabbed by your sword.”

Then she throws her head back and laughs.

“No one.”

Her laughter echoes down the hall as the guards drag her away, a haunting sound–sharp, fractured, unhinged. She was broken beyond repair.

The King doesn’t look at her.

He can’t.

His eyes are on Kali. Only Kali.

He presses trembling fingers to her check, brushing back a blood–matted strand of hair.

No he murmurs, jaw tight. Not yet… stay with me. You can’t die.”

But even he knows–Celestia might be right.

No one survives his sword.

It’s not just any weapon. It’s the deadliest blade in existence–forged with dark magic and soaked in ancient silver blessed by the moon goddess herself. One stab to the heart means certain death.

Unless…

That was the condition he had carved into the sword’s creation. It would kill anyone–everyone–but not a true–born royal. He had done it to protect his bloodline, to ensure he’d never accidentally kill his own.

He slowly lifts a blood–soaked piece of cloth, staring at the colour–blue.

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