THE ALPHA’S FIERY FATE CHAPTER 9

☠️𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨’𝑺
𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑬🔥
{𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒚 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔}

Written By, 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧_𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞

𖣘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗𖣘
{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆}
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𝐈𝐀𝐍

I sat across from my father, watching him lounge in his chair like a king on a d@mn throne, swirling his whiskey as if the world outside these walls wasn’t crumbling. As if his own daughter wasn’t being held captive.

The sheer indifference on his face made my blood boil. I clenched my fists, forcing my voice to stay steady.

“How the hell can you sit there drinking while your eldest daughter is being held captive?”

He didn’t even bother to look at me at first. Just took another slow sip and exhaled.

“Why should I be worried about a liability?” he questioned in a bored tone.

A liability.

Something inside me snapped.

Before I knew it, I was on my feet, my hands fisting the front of his shirt. I yanked him out of his chair so fast the glass tumbled from his grip, shattering on the floor. The air reeked of whiskey and something bitter—probably my own rage.

His eyes widened slightly, but there was no fear, just that usual condescending smirk.

“You bastard!” I snarled, pulling back my fist, ready to wipe that look off his face.

A hand caught my wrist.

“Ian, no!”

My mother’s voice—sharp, urgent. Her grip was tight, trembling slightly as she held me back.

“He is your father” she reminded me.

I let out a harsh laugh, shaking her off.

“A man who sells his child for power should never be called a father.”

That smirk didn’t waver. He adjusted his collar, straightened his stance.

“A power that would have benefited us if that whore hadn’t followed another man” he spat.

Silence slammed into the room like a hammer. My breath came in uneven bursts, my fists trembling at my sides.

I turned to my mother—the woman who had stayed by his side through every twisted decision, every betrayal. She had chosen this life. This man.

I met her eyes, my voice quiet, but cutting deeper than any scream.

“I will always h@të you for making him your choice.”

My mother sucked in a breath, her face paling, but I didn’t wait for her response. I turned and walked out. Because if I stayed a second longer, I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back.

Nevaeh needed me. And unlike our so-called parents, I wasn’t about to abandon my sister.

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐄𝐇

I yanked the brush through my hair, wincing as it caught another stubborn knot. This stupid thing was trying to rip my scalp off.

Groaning in frustration, I gave up and slumped against the headboard—only to notice Kane standing at my door, arms crossed, watching me like I was some wild animal making a ruckus.

“Can you stop making noise?” he said flatly. “Some of us have actual work to do.”

I huffed. “This is work! Do you know how much effort it takes to detangle this mess?”

He scoffed, already turning to leave.

“Not my problem.”

Panic hit me. I wasn’t about to suffer alone. Before he could escape, I shot forward and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait!” I pleaded. “Help me.”

He turned back, looking at me like I’d just asked him to wear a pink tutu.

“Help you?” He let out a humorless chuckle. “Do I look like a Fuçking maid to you?”

I gave him a sweet, innocent smile.

“No, you look like a big, strong Alpha who can handle anything.”

“Flattery won’t work.” His eyes narrowed.

“So, you’re saying you can handle an entire pack but not a simple hairbrush?” I pouted.

He let out a long sigh, muttering something under his breath before stepping into the room.

“Fine. Give me that.”

Smirking in victory, I handed him the brush and turned around so he could get to work.

Big mistake.

Kane’s first attempt at brushing my hair felt like he was trying to tear down a fortress. The brush got stuck. Completely stuck.

There was silence.

“…What the hell?” Kane muttered.

“Told you. It’s possessed.” I smirked.

He tried pulling it free. The brush didn’t budge. He tried again, using more force.

“Ow! Are you brushing my hair or uprooting a tree?” I yelped.

“This isn’t normal” he grumbled, yanking again.

I winced.

“Kane, if you pull my hair out, I swear—”

With one final tug, the brush came loose—along with several strands of my hair.

“MURDERER!” I gasped.

Kane held up the brush, staring at it like he had just defeated a great beast. Then he looked at my hair, then back at the brush.

“…I think it’s dead” he said solemnly.

I clutched my head.

“You savage! My poor hair!”

“Problem solved” he muttered smugly, tossing the brush on the bed.

I glared at him before grabbing the nearest pillow and launching it at his face. It smacked him right in the jaw.

“Did you just attack your Alpha?” He blinked.

“I don’t see an Alpha. I see a hairbrush assassin.” I crossed my arms.

“Oh, you’re asking for it.” His eyes darkened.

Before I could escape, he lunged, throwing me on the bed. I shrieked as he pinned me down.

“Say you’re sorry” he ordered.

“Never.”

His eyes suddenly turned red, his tone dropping to a menacing growl.

“Apologize.”

“Okay! Okay! I surrender!” I panted. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.” He smirked in victory.

I huffed, catching my breath. “Next time, remind me never to ask you for help.”

“Gladly.”

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

Pain licks at every inch of my body as I force my eyes open. Darkness had been my only companion for what felt like an eternity—a void where time lost all meaning, where rage simmered beneath the surface, waiting.

But now—now I am awake.

And I am listening.

The bandages around my face felt like a coffin—suffocating, restricting. My fingers flexed, stiff and aching, but I forced them to move, to tear away the remnants of my weakness.

The room was thick with the scent of antiseptic.

I clench my jaw. How long had I been out?

A shadow moved near the bed. Then, a voice—low, relieved.

“Alpha.”

I turn my head slowly. Eren. My Beta. The only one I could trust.

His keen blue eyes studies me, and for the first time, I see something rare in them—gratitude. Relief.

“You’re awake” he breathes, stepping closer. “It’s good to see you, Alpha.”

I tried to sit up, but my body protested, muscles stiff and aching from disuse. Before I could snap in frustration, Eren was at my side, gripping my arm, steadying me.

“Easy” he murmurs. “You’ve been out for weeks. Your body needs time.”

Weeks.

I exhale sharply, pushing past the discomfort. Time had already been stolen from me. I would not waste another second.

“Tell me what I’ve missed” I order, my voice rough, hoarse.

Eren hesitated. I could feel the tension in wh@tëver he was about to say.

“Speak” I command, regaining my edge.

He exhaled through his nose, choosing his words carefully.

“It’s about Nevaeh Rowen.”

I clenched my fist at that name.

Jacob’s daughter.

I had noticed the way Kane looked at her during the fight—the way he hovered, possessive. I had assumed she was just another plaything, another wolf drawn in by his cursed aura.

Eren’s expression told me it was more than that.

“What about her?” I ask.

“She’s not just some girl Kane took in” Eren says. “She’s his fated mate.”

The words hung in the air, heavy, oppressive.

I reach up, fingers curling around the edge of my bandages, and began pulling them loose. The rough fabric unraveled, slipping down my face like dead skin. Eren said nothing as he watches, his gaze flickering between my healing wounds and the slow, dangerous smirk stretching across my lips.

“So that’s why he was so protective of her.” My voice is quieter now—thoughtful. Amused.

“She’s likely the key to breaking his curse” Eren adds.

I laugh, the sound raw and dark.

“Of course she is. The Moon Goddess loves her cruel games, doesn’t she?”

I toss the last of the bandages aside, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My body still ached, but I welcomed the pain. It reminded me that I was alive. That fool had failed to kill me.

A slow, wicked grin spread across my lips.

“I have the perfect tool for my revenge.”

Kane had made one fatal mistake—he had shown the world what he cared about.

And now, I’m going to rip it away from him.

Piece by piece.