Chapter 6 - Unmasking the Conspirators
The divine light slowly receded, leaving behind a crisp, electrified midnight air. The Moon Goddess dissolved into a shower of stardust that drifted harmlessly over the kneeling crowd, leaving an indelible mark of sacred judgment upon the Ashford estate.
Alpha Rodri and Luna Delira remained pinned to the ground, crushed not by physical chains, but by the overwhelming psychic weight of divine exposure. The hidden ledger and the physical vials of wolfsbane were retrieved by Amodil’s personal guards, leaving zero room for denial or debate.
"Alpha Rodri," Amodil’s voice cut through the silence like a razor blade as he turned to face the disgraced pack leader. "You permitted the perversion of pack law to shield your mate’s petty vendettas. For treason against the High Council and the attempted execution of a royal bloodline, you are hereby stripped of your alpha status, and your pack is placed under direct imperial receivership."
Rodri let out a miserable, broken groan, his wolf spirit finally caving under the crushing weight of total defeat. Beside him, Delira wept hysterically, her grand dreams of eternal supremacy shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
The guards moved in swiftly, slapping heavy iron shackles onto Rodri and Delira before dragging them away toward the subterranean dungeons. None of the Ashford pack members raised a hand or uttered a single word in their defense. Fear and awe had completely paralyzed the crowd, their eyes shifting nervously between the disgraced former leaders and the glowing figure of Christa standing beside the Alpha Supreme.
Christa exhaled a long, shaky breath, feeling the last remnants of twelve years of humiliation and oppression melt away from her shoulders. She looked down at her hands, where the glowing silver runes were slowly fading into a delicate, permanent silver crest stamped right above her wrist—the true mark of the Northern Crown.
"Are you alright, Christa?" Amodil’s voice softened, losing its imperial chill as he looked down at her with a gaze full of deep, fierce warmth.
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"I... I think so," Christa murmured, looking up into his striking silver eyes. "It’s all so overwhelming. I spent my whole life thinking I was just an ordinary omega, and now..."
"You were never ordinary," Amodil interrupted gently, stepping closer until she could feel the steady, reassuring heat radiating from his broad frame. "Your true lineage was hidden away to protect you from rival packs when you were an infant. But the bloodline always remembers. And so do I."
