They Mocked the Scarred Omega at Court — The Alpha King Touched Her Face and Changed Everything 🐺👑

The dungeon of Edhard Castle smelled of damp stone, old iron, and unmitigated terror.

Lord Vane hung suspended by heavy iron chains from the vaulted ceiling of the central interrogation pit, his immaculate velvet tunic torn and stained with dirt and dried blood. His breathing came in ragged, wheezing gasps as the heavy oak door swung open, echoing loudly in the subterranean vault.

Footsteps approached.

Hiana walked down the stone stairs, followed closely by Aiden. The flickering torchlight cast long, dramatic shadows against the wet walls. She stopped a few feet away from the hanging traitor, her expression completely devoid of pity.

Five years of scrubbing floors. Five years of enduring Birdie’s cruelty, the mockery of nobles, the agonizing nights of crying into cold pillows, wondering why she had been forced to survive while her father burned. All of it crystallized into a single, razor-sharp point of clarity.

She was no longer the victim. She was the survivor.

Vane lifted his bloodied head, his lips curling into a bitter, broken sneer. "Ah... the scarred omega," he spat, blood dripping from his chin. "You think winning the Alpha King's bed makes you a queen? You're nothing. A broken toy. When the northern packs hear that their king chose a disfigured rat—"

Crack.

Before Vane could finish his sentence, Aiden moved with terrifying, blinding speed. A heavy backhand strike across Vane’s face sent the traitor’s head snapping violently to the side, teeth clattering against the stone floor.

"If you ever speak her name with disrespect again," Aiden growled, his voice vibrating with demonic fury, "I won't wait for the executioner's axe. I will rip your throat out with my bare teeth right now."

Hiana reached out, gently placing a small, steady hand on Aiden’s armored forearm. The touch immediately grounded the raging Alpha, calming the violent storm in his silver-blue eyes.

She stepped closer to Vane, her voice calm, clear, and utterly chilling.

"You killed my father because he loved the truth more than your gold," Hiana said quietly. "You burned our home, stole our lands, and left me to rot in the scullery. But you forgot one fundamental rule of our world, Lord Vane."

Vane glared up at her through swollen, bloodshot eyes. "What... what rule?"

"A true wolf is forged in fire, not born in silk," Hiana replied, her eyes flashing with fierce, untamed power. "You thought my scars were a sign of weakness. But they were just armor waiting for the right war."

She turned away, walking toward the exit without looking back.