Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Somewhere deep within the palace, white panic and chaos claw through the halls over a dying girl, Lady Celestia twirls in place behind gold–lined walls and satin curtains. She moves like a giddy child playing queen in a dollhouse, her silken robe cascading over her shoulders like a crown of its own.

As she hums and glides across the room, she trails her fingers along the glass surface of her vanity, lips curled into a wicked smile. The flames in the

fireplace flicker and dance, casting shadows that make her look more devil than

“There’s no fucking way she survived it,” Celestia says aloud, her voice practically skipping with glee. “Not after my father’s blade pierced her heart. It’s the deadliest weapon in existence for a reason.”

Her grin stretches wider, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

She saunters to her private wine shelf–home to the kingdom’s most prized and expensive collection. From it, she selects a crystal bottle dusted in gold, a rare vintage reserved for coronations or victories in battle.

Well, this counts.

She pops the cork, pours herself a generous glass, and lifts it high in the air, as though toasting death itself.

“To the bitch’s funeral,” she whispers, clinking her glass against the bottle before taking a long, indulgent sip. Her eyes flutter closed in satisfaction. “Before it even begins.”

Opening her eyes, her gaze drifts across the room and lands on the large, ornate gift boxes stacked neatly on her dresser. She strolls over, her heels clicking against the marble floor, anticipation curling in her toes.

“I wonder if her head will fit,” she murmurs sweetly, brushing a finger over the ribbon of one box. “Or maybe I’ll put the heart in this one… and Jack can receive it as a wedding gift.”

She giggles–soft and girlish–so at odds with the darkness of her words.

“Jack won’t do anything, even if he finds out,” she says with a shrug. “I’m the Alpha King’s only heir. He wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me. He knows the consequences.”

She spins slowly, lifting her glass again as she basks in her fantasy.

“Today… is the happiest day of my life,” she sighs dreamily. “Finally, Jack will be mine now that his little bitch is gone. Whether he wants it or not.”

A flicker of something darker passes over her face.

“Thanks to Uncle Malrik,” she adds, voice dipping to a near–reverent tone.

Even speaking his name sends a chill down her spine–half fear, half devotion.

Uncle Malrik, who is also Jack’s uncle. There’s a hatred between them that Celestia has never fully understood. She remembers the story–how Jack, even as a child, shattered Malrik’s leg in a fit of rage. Malrik still walks with a limp, a twisted cane always in hand.

Celestia often wonders why he supports her so fiercely in marrying Jack, despite J something deeper… and darker.

open loathing for him. Perhaps it’s about power. Or control. Or

She chuckles to herself as her eyes drift to the window, moonlight pouring in like an omen.

“Poor little Kali,” she murmurs, swirling the wine in her glass. “Did you reall

think fate would be on your side?”

Her smile falters slightly as an old memory surfaces–half–buried, half–haunting.

She had been just a child then. Wandering. Empty. No name. No family. No past.

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Until he found her.

Until Uncle Malrik brought her home and whispered the truth.

“You’re royalty, child,” he said in that deep, dangerous voice. “You were lost. But now you’re found. You belong to greatness.”

From that moment, her loyalty belonged to him. Not to the crown. Not to her father. To him.

He had returned her to the Alpha King. He taught her how to manipulate. How to scheme. How to survive.

And it is he who promises her Jack–no matter the cost.

A dark spell. A dangerous one. And the requirement is simple: Kali must die. Celestia delivers.

She owes Malrik everything. That’s why she keeps his secrets, serves his will, and helps him climb the palace walls–embedding himself beside the King as the royal messenger.

But he is far more than a messenger.

He is a shadow that never leaves.

Celestia closes her eyes again, savoring the burn of the wine on her tongue, the crackling fire behind her, and the intoxicating weight of her own victory—

Click.

The door creaks open.

Her smirk deepens, though she doesn’t turn around.

“I knew you’d come to your senses, Father,” she purrs, lifting her glass. “Locking me up for her? For that little rat who means nothing-”

She freezes mid–sentence.

Her spine stiffens.

That scent. That presence. That aura.

It isn’t her father.

Slowly, she turns.

Standing in the doorway, cloaked in black robes, a cane clutched tightly in one hand, is Uncle Malrik.

A messenger of death.

The flames behind her seem to dim in his presence. His silhouette looms tall and sharp, half his face hidden beneath the curve of his hood.

He steps inside slowly, his limp dragging behind him like a second shadow.

“…Uncle?” she breathes, her voice trembling slightly. The glass in her hand quivers.

He closes the door behind him with a soft click–a sound that echoes like the sealing of a tomb.

No smile.

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No warmth.

Just the cold, merciless gleam in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t celebrate yet,” Malrik says at last, his voice heavy and cold. It carries the weight of command–a tone that always unsettles her, especially since, technically, she holds power over him as the Alpha King’s daughter. “Not until you hear and confirm that she’s truly dead.”

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