Chapter 6 - The Trial of the Omega

The grand tribunal hall of the Sterling Palace was packed to maximum capacity.
Every high-ranking pack member, elder, and warrior stood in tense silence beneath the soaring vaulted ceilings. At the center of the marble room stood Ivy, her hands bound in silver-threaded cuffs that burned against her skin.
Sitting upon the raised dais was Alpha Kellen. His face was carved from granite, his golden eyes blazing with suppressed fury. But protocol demanded a public trial before the pack elders could pass judgment.
“The charges against the Omega, Ivy Green, are grave,” Councilman Vance—Lydia’s father—announced, pacing back and forth before the dais. “High treason, attempted regicide of the heir, and the use of illicit, forbidden dark sorcery to manipulate the Alpha King!”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
“Look at her,” someone muttered in the front row. “A dirty Omega trying to climb into the Alpha’s bed using witchcraft.”
“She should be executed on the spot!” another snarled.
Lydia sat in the front row, wearing a smug, untouchable smile. Everything was going according to plan. Thorne was locked away, but Vance was taking charge, and the pack elders were terrified of dark magic.
“Ivy Green,” the Chief Elder spoke, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “How do you plead?”
Ivy raised her chin. The fear that had paralyzed her childhood was gone, burned away by the warmth of Kellen’s kiss and the truth of what she had done for Toby.
“I plead not guilty,” Ivy said, her voice clear and steady. “I didn't plant that poison. It was framed by someone in this room who is terrified of losing their power.”
“Silence!” Vance roared. “You have no proof! The vial was found in your possession!”
“I have proof,” a small, piping voice rang out from the side entrance.
The entire hall went dead silent.
Four-year-old Toby walked down the center aisle, holding Gregorian’s hand. He looked small, but his eyes were fierce.
Lydia’s face lost all color. Vance stumbled backward.
Toby walked right up to the dais, ignoring the council members, and looked up at his father.
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“Daddy,” Toby said loudly. “Auntie Lydia gave me a shiny black box before I got sick. She said not to tell you.”
A shockwave of gasps erupted through the hall.