The Princess’s Broken Alpha
Chapter 79

Castor couldn't have heard right but her body language was telling him something different when he looked from her to the crowd. This wasn't part of her speech to declare her undying love for him, heralding him as the future King. She wasn't prepping her neck to carry his mark. This couldn't be possible. He'd made sure she was long gone and the Alpha had no way to her, so how the hell did she manage to outsmart him? How the hell did he replace himself in this situation? A situation she had crafted so cunningly that there was no escape for him.

The stage felt like it was closing in on him. All the blood had drained out of Castor's face and he felt this must be a joke. It wasn't possible. It was his mating ceremony to her! Yet she was standing there dead serious and out of the corner of his eyes he finally noticed the strapping, well built efficient Lycan guards had surrounded the stage. This was real. This was fucking real.

The crowd of Lycans didn't know if they had heard right. The place that was so quiet went still on the celebratory night. Nobody had expected this of her. What exactly had he done that caused this? Worry and dread formed on their faces as they looked from one to the other for insight as to what was happening.

"Kiarra" he called softly, still trying to believe this was all a lie, but she didn't once spare him a glance after all they had been through. Everyone continued looking at each other confused and shocked. However, everything about her suggested this was no joke. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on J o-b n-l b. c (o) m. King Arthur was impassable, nothing in his tall demeanor changed as his grey eyes which glowed focused on his daughter. His mouth was set in a grim line.

"For kidnapping, torturing and using a witch by the name of Indigo Bellatreaux. The hybrid daughter of Kladimir leader of the witches to create a chaining spell." she half turned to him and he saw the anger in her eyes. For the first in the longest time Castor felt crippling fear, he couldn't move. " A chaining spell that was made for me, to take my life."

There was an uproar then. No one could believe that Castor Whitlock golden boy all his life and the son of one of the most powerful council members had actually committed an act against their Princess. If anyone had a clean slate it was Castor. The manner this was being revealed was riveting and there was an uproar as Lycans bared their teeth in anger, burning for his death. The council men were flabbergasted at the revelation and all eyes were directed to Castor to verify if it was true. Castor's wit and smooth talking couldn't save him from this one.

"Kiarra! What the hell are you doing!?" Castor called out, making his way over to her but the minute his feet shifted he saw a flash of red hair and felt the cold steel against his throat. His skin burned as it sliced through the flesh of his throat like paper and Castor stilled. The blade was so sharp it could cut through the air.

His anger flared and he bared his claws and teeth but he knew there was no escaping fucking Jackson. The smug son of a bitch. Castor tried to breathe slowly not moving an inch to risk losing his life as he felt the painful sting and his blood running down his throat. "You cannot do this!" he panted in indignation but she wasn't listening as if he wasn't there.

"Ah! Ah! Take it easy now." Jackson crooned with his teeth bared and Castor growled making their eyes divert back to him.

How fucking dare she! This was to be his fucking mating ceremony and here he was watching it all slip out of his grasp like sand through his fingers.

"Kiarra!" he tried to shout against the blade that sliced deeper and closed his eyes. His breathing was harsh as he tried to gage himself in the whirlwind he had caught himself. They were demanding his blood.

"I'm your fucking best friend!" he laughed acidly. " You belong to me!"

He saw his mother hold her mouth stifling a small scream in horror and Pearlor Whitlock stood pushing forward through the crowd, his face red with indignation.

"This is madness your grace! My son would never have done such a thing! I beg you to release him this instant!"

"Please!" his mother begged.

His mother had crumpled to the ground sobbing and holding her chest. The entire kingdom was watching his downfall. He felt the shame rise in him. She was showing the entire world his true colors, true colors that he had hid so perfectly. All those years of building the perfect reputation were all now grounded to dust all before their eyes. This was a worse punishment than torture itself.

Kiarra felt pity for the Whitlocks. She had known them well and it was hard that she, the girl they invited into their home was the one making their son pay for his deeds.

Kiarra placed a hand up and the place went silent with respect. Castor laughed dryly at his pain and sad horror. She couldn't be doing this to him.

"What proof do you have of his treasonous act?" Pearor Whitlock asked, flustering as he stretched his hand towards Castor.

"The proof that I have is your son cohorting with witches to give me a potion to make me forget my mate. A potion I didn't take."

It all came crashing down on him. It all clicked for Castor then and he closed his eyes sourly in defeat. She didn't fucking take the drink. She was such a damn good actress, she had played him from the start. She had played them both. He tried to look for help but he knew they would save themselves first.

"The proof I have is a witch that was abducted and trapped in your abandoned greenhouse. Tell me Mr. Whitlock, are you so blind to your son's affairs or should we start with weeding out the entire family for good measure?" "No your grace."

Pearlor Whitlock and his wife went white with fear, shaking in terror for the life of his only son before him. Pearlor Whitlock didn't spare his son a glance as he turned his back on him to help his mother up.

"I personally think we should take out the entire family especially if we don't get that necklace." Jackson whispered to Castor inching the silver blade forward to cut deeper into his skin as sweat poured from his forehead. His head was craned to the sky as he struggled to breathe against Jackson's blade.

"They had nothing to do with it." Castor gritted out and everyone gasped at his admission.

"They had nothing to do with it," Castor admitted." It was all my doing."

His father's head hung in shame and despair as his mother shook her head in disbelief at him.

The Lycans had their claws out for him. They wanted his blood that instant.

Kiarra reached her hand behind her and Indigo unseen to them all walked forward Dina formal bright yellow dress. Her yellow eyes taking them in worriedly as she looked over the sea of people whispering and judging her. Their demand for Castor's death made her afraid they would turn on her as well. She made sure not to look Castor's way, though she was confident in all that was happening.

She took Kiarra's hand marvelling at her confidence before all these prominent figures.

"He will get his justice. However, let what she has gone through put some thought in our minds when it comes to hybrids. The injustices they face and the cruelty they experience from our kind; to be tortured and used against their will. Just like everyone else, they too deserve the right to be protected and respected. They deserve to be a part of our community. This will influence a change in the laws for them as well." Kiarra glanced at the council putting them on spot in front of the Lycan community.

Heads were nodding before her as everyone looked at Indigo with sympathy. Indigo did a slight little bow before heading off stage to run to Kyor who was waiting for her proudly.

Kiarra walked further to the edge of the stage and released her aura. They could sense the seriousness and anger coming off of her in waves.

"Finally, let this be a reminder to all that we do not take threats in any shape or form. There will be a response accordingly and if you attempt at my life you better succeed because if you don't there will be hell fire."

She had seen one particular individual moving fast through the crowd but she still had time. Castor was escorted off the stage by the guards. Kladimir was already hunted and locked up for execution as well. He would have to answer for his crimes just as everyone else did. The witches showed no resistance in handing him over. They were relieved in part to get rid of him if anything so as not to cause them any further rift with the beasts.

"Your grace I beg your pardon and I do mean no offense, but what about replaceing a mate?" Council man Greywood asked breaking her thoughts gesturing towards the empty stage.

It was clear this wasn't going to be a mating ceremony anymore. This had set the tone for her next announcement as everyone waited with baited breath.

"The moon goddess already found one for me and my fated mate and the next king is Alpha Zion Cartier of the Cartier pack."

The crowd couldn't believe it. Tonight was surely full of surprises. She could also see the disgruntled look in some particularly the council members. Others were a little louder with inidgnation.

"I guarantee he will be a formidable king as he is a formidable Alpha," she insisted.

The council was livid but most of all her father had no objections.

"May I point out we have a say in who is to be king and we have already chosen great successors to the throne that we had hoped you would have approved of." Marcus Spade in his brown suit rattled of with a mock of laughter looking at his counterparts for assistance but none dared to venture so far. It was clear from his tone that he thought she must have lost her mind.

Kiarra's eyes glowed a terrifying bright orange red.

"I think council men you may have been mistaken and perhaps confused. Let me set the tone and make this as clear as possible, so you might understand that while I do serve and rule the people of the beast kingdom, you do not rule me. I wasn't asking council men, I was telling you."

They all bowed before her begrudgingly in agreement.

"The moon goddess has blessed us with a beautiful night. Please enjoy the party."

The crowd bowed as she exited the stage and though the party was to continue, they didn't do so until she had left. Their eyes followed her, making way for her as if she was a Goddess. Too much had happened for them to dive in right away.

The skies were littered with stars and the moon had come out. The place was getting dark and she had one more job to do. This one was the hardest and probably the hardest she'll ever do in her time. It felt as if she was plagued by those closest to her and she didn't want to do it but it had to be done.

She went before her father. Indigo had helped her with him as well and she had started to see changes in him at her mother's grave. Kiarra had one person left to sentence to death. Her eyes didn't have to scan the party know she had left.

Her father did not look happy but she was. He owed her that much.

"There is no changing my mind" she declared to him.

Arthur sighed disapprovingly and glanced at the stage.

"I didn't think there would be. I will need to speak with him. Understood?"

Kiarra nodded in agreement and looked towards the palace solemnly with him. Behind those walls was the answer to it all. She was so confident and fearless and now here she was feeling like the girl who had hid under her bed all those years ago. Her stomach taunt in anticipation. "This requires both of us." she stated sadly wanting to leave her father alone to deal with it but she couldn't.

She had guards watching her the entire time and she smiled when she was told where she was. They both entered the palace, which was brightly lit and quiet, the complete opposite of the festivities outside. They walked inside the massive palace, taking their time. There was a comfortable silence between them both. They finally reached her father's golden bedroom door and they paused outside. The grand doors stood before them and her heart was racking against her rib cage. She wanted to leave instead and call it a night. Pretend this was all a bad dream but she couldn't. Her hand touched the cold gold knob and she pushed open the doors to her father's room.

The grand room presented itself with its magnificently large four poster bed. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight filtering through the windows. In the centre of the large bed was a form, her blonde hair strewn across the pillows. Vivienne sat up in the bed and wiped her tears, shaking her head. Kiarra couldn't stop her feet. It was as if they had a mind of their own. She reached the edge of the bed and looked at Vivienne, her face strewn with harsh dark makeup lines.

"I tried so hard to kill you." she spat at her and there was nothing but hate in her eyes. Kiarra drew in a deep breath not able to catch her breath. Vivienne laughed cruelly, throwing her hands up to then adjust her turquoise dress. She knew she was done for. "But he never could go through with it all the way. After a while, it was much more fun to keep you alive and watch you suffer. To watch him beat the daylights out of you until you were a bloody mess."

Kiarra took a step back as the wave was consuming her. Her eyes stung with tears that she didn't want to shed. Not for her. She had always thought her aunt hadn't interfered for fear. The deep pain in her intensified and she felt for a second the room was spinning. "I was a child." Kiarra didn't even recognize her own voice.

Vivienne scoffed, smiling and wiped her cheeks.

"You should be broken but somehow you just wouldn't go away. Then you wanted to go and have your happy ever after and become Queen just like her. Over my dead body. You don't deserve a drop of happiness. You deserve to suffer and have nothing good in life. That Alpha saw right to send you back. You don't deserve any love."

Kiarra shook her head as her words left her raw. She had sent the guard to kill her.

"She was your sister."

"She always got everything. Everybody was all for Celestia."

Her father growled threateningly, walking closer at the sound of her mother's name but it seemed to drive Vivienne angrier.

"Celestia this! Celestia that! Well she couldn't have him! He's mine. I loved him and saw him first!" she screamed in anger, pointing at her father." She got every fucking thing and then the most powerful man and her happy ever after with her perfect little family. It just doesn't seem fair, does it?"

"You could have found your own happiness."

"I did." she answered quietly and Kiarra shivered at her words.

"Killing her made me happy. Seeing you black and blue made me happy."

Her words died in throat as Arthur grabbed her by her throat. There was nothing to reach out to as she watched her in her father's grasp.

"I would have done anything for you. She's gone so we can at least try. You have to forgive me Arthur." She pleaded with him, reaching up to try and cup his face. His claws dug into her neck as he ripped her throat out. Kiarra still didn't cry even when the warm blood splattered on her face. Her legs felt weak as she headed to her room to get ready and changed. She left her father after they had dragged her body away. There was a lot she had to deal with when it came to him but right now she only needed to see one person. Everything else could wait.