Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Let The Necklace Decide
“You… no. Fuck—” Lady Celestia stammers, her lips trembling as though they've forgotten how to form words. Her jaw practically hits the marble floor, and I swear, if she doesn’t close her mouth soon, flies might start nesting there.

“You… you’re the daughter?” she gasps, her pupils darting around like she’s trapped in a nightmare she can’t wake up from.

I tilt my head slightly, not bothering to hide my smirk. “Why do you look so shocked? Isn’t this the same hall where you stabbed me? Tied me up like a fucking animal?” I sneer. “You thought you killed, didn’t you? How does it feel knowing you failed?”

Her mouth opens again, but no words come out. She staggers back, gripping the edge of a nearby pillar like the truth has shaken the very ground beneath her.

“But… how did you survive?” Her voice breaks completely. “I—I watched you die. I saw your breathing stop!”

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” I hiss, watching her cling to the pillar like her life depends on it—a coward hiding behind makeup and red silk. “Haven’t you put the pieces together yet? I’m the Alpha King’s daughter. That sword you used—the one forged for royal blood—didn’t kill me because it can’t. It’s not a weapon against a true heir. You thought you were ending me… turns out you were proving who I am.”

“No… no…” Celestia lets go of the pillar and clutches her head with both hands, shaking it violently. “This isn’t real! You can’t be his daughter! This is a cruel joke—a nightmare—wake up, Celestia, wake up! You were the only daughter. The other… the other one was eaten in the woods! Lost and forgotten!”

I scoff. “Hate to ruin your little fantasy, but I was never eaten. I was kidnapped yes but I survived. Whether you like it or not, I’m the lost daughter. The real one.”

She flails toward me, eyes wild.“No! It could be anyone else—anyone but you! You took him from me! Jack… he was supposed to be mine but you were always in the way!” Her voice climbs into a shrill, unhinged pitch. “And now you want to take this too? My crown? My father? You’re not my sister!” She spits the word like it’s poison. “No. No. Impossible!”

“Correction,” I say, rolling my eyes. “We’re not sisters. We don’t share blood—don’t ever dare suggest we do. Mine is royal. Yours? Filthy. Rotten. Disgusting. If I had even a drop of your filth in my veins, I’d rip it out myself.”

She shrieks like a banshee being exorcised. “Yes, we do! How else would I be able to wear the Queen’s necklace? It only allows royal blood!”

My gaze drops to the necklace clinging tightly around her throat. I pause, a flicker of suspicion slithering through me like a shadow.

“I still don’t understand how or why that necklace isn’t burning you,” I say, slowly circling her like a predator. “I smelled your scorched flesh back at my home. I left that necklace there for you to steal. I wanted you to find it, to wear it, and to come face-to-face with the truth. You’re not royal. That necklace doesn’t prove your blood—it proves your desperation.”

Panic floods her face. Her head snaps to the side, eyes scanning the room in search of help. Then she locks onto Jack’s uncle—her wicked little co-conspirator—standing off to the side like a ghost. Silent. Watching. His eyes gleam like a serpent’s, lips curled in something between amusement and cruelty.

Finally, the snake speaks.

“Blood or not…” he drawls, tapping his cane against the floor. “She wears the Alpha Queen’s necklace. That’s all the proof the people need. If she weren’t royal—if she weren’t the heir—it would’ve burned her to ash like you said. But it didn’t.”

My nostrils flare. “You damn well know she isn’t,” I growl. “You’re just clinging to her because it benefits you. So don’t stand there and pretend this is some great mystery. Do you think I’ve forgotten? You both tried to kill me. You poisoned me. You failed. And now—you’ll answer for every fucking thing you did.”

“You’ve got no proof,” he replies coldly. “All you have are your fantasies. But if you’re so sure you’re the King’s daughter, then wear the necklace yourself. Let the people decide.”

Lady Celestia claps her hands, desperation twisting into manic delight. “Yes! Let her wear it. Let the people see. Let the necklace decide!”

“She’s right,” a voice murmurs from the crowd. “Let her wear it.”

One by one, more voices rise, soft whispers swelling into a storm.

Celestia yanks the necklace from her neck and stretches it toward me like she’s handing me a blade, eager to watch me fall on it. Her grin is smug, her eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation.

“Go on,” she taunts. “If you’re really the King’s daughter, you’ve got nothing to fear.”

My fingers twitch at my sides, but I don’t move. I won’t fall for her games.

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