I wanted to run.
But I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t fight him.
So I did the only thing left to do.
I dropped to my knees.
“I’m guilty. I wronged your sister. Please forgive me.”
My head struck the floor. Hard.
Again. And again.
The impact reverberated through my bones, but I barely felt it.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
I kept repeating it. A broken mantra. The words tumbled from my lips like blood.
Ronan said nothing.
Then he spoke.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you, Riley?” he said, voice low. “I see a wolf who should have died five years ago. I see a liar wearing guilt like a badge. And I see weakness.”
He crouched, bringing his face level with mine.
“Tessa trusted Scarlett. Just like I trusted you. And both of you betrayed us.”
I tried to meet his eyes, but his glare burned too hot.
“Do you think kneeling fixes what was taken from her? What was taken from me?”
My lips parted, but no sound came.
“Tell me,” he growled, “what else should I take from you to make us even? Another kidney? Or maybe your voice?”
A sob escaped my throat. I couldn’t stop it.
My forehead hit the ground again.
“Please… no more…”
Ronan watched in silence. His fists clenched at his sides.
This wasn’t satisfying him. It wasn’t enough.
Because breaking me wasn’t the point.
Watching me shatter-again and again-was.
Ronan’s POV
She knelt in front of me, blood smeared across her face, hair matted to her skin, hands trembling as she slammed her forehead against the floor.
Over and over.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Each sound echoed like a hammer in my skull.
I should’ve felt satisfaction. This was what she deserved-the girl who lured my sister into the Black Forest, who left Tessa half-dead and comatose in a hospital bed. This was justice.
But watching her grovel, filthy and broken, didn’t feel like justice. It just felt… wrong.
Annoying.
Pathetic.
Disgusting.
A Broken Alpha Heiress’s Revenge
My temples throbbed. My fingers itched to crush something.
“Get out,” I snapped.
She didn’t move.
“Are you deaf?” My voice rose. “I said get out!”
Still nothing. Her head just kept hitting the floor, leaving a smear of red that stained the marble like a curse. It was like she couldn’t even hear me-like she wasn’t even here.
I stepped forward, grabbed her arm, ready to drag her out like the disgrace she was. But the second my hand moved, she flinched. Hard.
She recoiled like she’d been electrocuted, curling into herself, arms thrown over her head.
“Please don’t hit me!” she cried. “I’m sorry, don’t hit me!”
I froze.
For a split second, my breath caught. Her voice-raw, terrified, broken-ripped through the room like a blade.
What the hell had they done to her?
No. No, I wasn’t going there. I wasn’t softening.
She wasn’t the victim.
Tessa was.
Tessa-the bright, fearless, brilliant sister I raised. The one who followed Riley’s message into the woods. The one we found barely breathing. Ripped apart.
And Riley? She was the one with Rogue blood. Raised by criminals. Born in shadows. It didn’t matter if we shared a Pack name. That girl was a stain.
But still…
That voice. That flinch. That reflex.
She wasn’t faking it. You can’t fake that kind of fear.
For the first time, I hesitated.
And like a damn fool, my mind betrayed me- flashing back to years ago, when I first heard her name. Riley Vale, the prodigy from Mooncrest Academy. The girl who beat me in every single physics competition, year after year. The one who walked onto the national stage with dirt on her shoes and brilliance in her eyes.
She never smiled much, but when she did, it lit up the whole damn auditorium.
I hated her back then too.
Not because she was a Rogue. Not because she was dangerous.
Because I couldn’t catch up to her.
Because she didn’t care about the spotlight, and somehow, that made her shine even brighter.
And then the Ebonclaw Pack brought her home.
The real daughter of the Vale family. The one with Alpha blood.
And just when I thought maybe-maybe-she could be something more than a rival, more than a threat…
Tessa ended up in a coma.
And Riley was to blame.
So why the hell was my hand still frozen midair?
Why was I hesitating?
Her body was curled tight, shoulders trembling. She wasn’t looking at me anymore. She wasn’t even present.
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