Betrayed by Blood, Claimed by the Alpha-Chapter 146

Betrayed by Blood

Kendra’s heart pounded in her chest as the circle of women closed in around her, their faces twisted with rage and cruel satisfaction. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Talia stood at the center of it all, her smirk cold and merciless. "You’re not so high and mighty now, are you, Kendra?"

Before Kendra could react, the first blow landed—a sharp, brutal punch to her ribs that knocked the air from her lungs. Then another. And another. Fists, knees, and kicks rained down on her body.

Someone yanked her hair, dragging her head back to expose her neck, only for another fist to collide with her jaw. She tried to curl into herself, protect her ribs, her face—anything—but there was no mercy in their rage.

"You didn’t think you were better than us, did you? That you were the queen bee. Now what, huh? What?" one woman snarled, driving her knee into Kendra’s stomach. Kendra gasped, bile rising in her throat.

Her body was kicked, punched, and stomped on, dragged across the cold, filthy floor like discarded trash. Blood dripped from her mouth, staining her teeth red as her vision blurred, spots appearing.

Kendra tried to scream, but her voice broke in her throat—a pitiful rasp that no one heard.

One last brutal kick to her ribs had Kendra collapsing completely, her body limp and broken. The world spun violently, and the last thing she saw was the gates being opened and the prison guards rushing in.

The guards burst into the cell, their voices sharp and commanding, but the women had already scattered to the corners, panting and glaring with satisfaction at what they’d done. The sight before them was brutal.

Kendra lay crumpled on the filthy floor, blood pooling beneath her. Her limbs were twisted unnaturally, her once-arrogant face swollen and nearly unrecognizable.

"Get her to the hospital—now!" one guard barked, and soon three other guards rushed into the cell, lifting Kendra off the floor.

Kendra didn’t move. Not a twitch. Her chest barely rose, her breath shallow and weak.

The rush through the halls to the pack hospital was a blur of panic. All three guards barely making it in time before she fell fully unconscious.

The nurses immediately took Kendra into the room, leaving the guards outside. The head guard turned to the other two. "Send word to Alpha Cain and Lady Williams of Miss Kendra’s state." He ordered.

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Carol stormed into the hospital, her face pale with fear. She ran towards the room where Kendra was being kept.

The moment she caught sight of her daughter’s mangled body laid out on the sterile bed, her knees buckled. She stumbled forward with a strangled sob, clutching Kendra’s limp hand.

"Kendra? Kendra, baby—wake up. Please, you have to wake up," Carol’s voice cracked with desperation, her fingers trembling as they swept sweaty strands of hair from Kendra’s bruised forehead.

"Who did this to my child? I swear on my life and the goddess. I will haunt whoever did this to you, baby."

The doctor stepped in, stopping behind Carol, his face grim. He glanced at Kendra and back at Carol, who was practically sobbing by now. He cleared his throat as he stepped forward.

"Lady Williams," he began, and Carol turned around, wiping her tear-stained cheek. Her eyes were red. "Doctor, what’s going on? Why is she sleeping?"

"Her injuries are severe," the doctor finally said, voice low and heavy. "Multiple fractures—ribs, wrist, her cheekbone. But it’s worse than that... her wolf isn’t responding."

Carol’s head snapped up, eyes wide with terror. "What does that mean? She’s a shifter—she should be healing!"

The doctor sighed heavily, "It means the trauma was too much. Her wolf spirit has retreated, and without it... she won’t heal as fast. It could take weeks—months. If she wakes up at all."

Carol let out a raw, broken wail, collapsing into the side of the bed, clutching Kendra’s blood-stained hand with all the strength she had left.

This couldn’t be happening to her. Not her daughter. What kind of monster would attack her this way?

Carol suddenly turned to face the doctor. "Tell me, who did this? Who did this to my baby!" She cried out.

But before the doctor could respond, the door opened. Cain stepped in, and the room went silent, only the beeping sound of the machine could be heard. His gaze flickered to Kendra, who was on the bed, and his jaw hardened.

Her face was a horrifying canvas of purple, blue, and black. Bandages wrapped tightly around her head, stained with dried blood, while her arm lay suspended in a sling, immobilized and helpless.

His gaze flickered to Carol, who wiped her tears harshly, a nasty frown settling on her face the second she sighted him. She pointed a trembling, accusatory finger straight at him. "You," she spat, voice raw and shaking. "You did this! You caused this!"

Cain didn’t bother with her. His cold gaze remained locked on Kendra, staring at her broken form. He had been working when he heard the news of her being rushed to the pack’s hospital because she was jumped in the dungeon. He stepped forward to look at her more but.

Carol shot to her feet, throwing herself between him and Kendra. "This is your fault! If you hadn’t thrown her into that dungeon, none of this would’ve happened! You planned this! You wanted this! This is the work of the devil and you —you’re the devil!"

Cain’s jaw tightened, his expression hard as stone, but he said nothing. She was hurt, pained, and so he didn’t say a word.

He turned, ready to leave, but Carol wasn’t done. Her hand latched onto his arm, her nails digging into his skin. "Tell me, are you happy now? Are you? You used her and threw her away like garbage. You left her for that defected thing you call a mate. You tossed my daughter aside like she meant nothing to you." Carol scoffed again.

"All because of that thing—that trash. You tossed her into the den of lions. What did you think was going to happen? Now, she’s here, broken and wrecked. She’s unconscious? Has lost her wolf and all because of what? You! You should know this is on you! You destroyed her!" She screamed at him.

Cain jerked his arm free with a sharp pull, sending Carol stumbling backward. She hit the floor unceremoniously.

"I did nothing Kendra didn’t want." His gaze was cold, unwavering. Carol trembled, hands curling into fists as she stared up at him, her face twisted in rage and despair.

"I’m sorry she’s in this state, but I won’t shoulder the blame for her mistakes." His eyes flickered briefly to Kendra’s battered form before settling back on Carol. "This is a result of her own actions. Not mine." Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out.

Carol remained where she was, shaking, panting hard, her throat tight with grief. She turned her gaze back to Kendra. A tear fell to her cheek at the sight of her daughter once again.

She forced herself to stand up and then grabbed her phone out of her bag and dialed the number. There was no going back from this. Cain has to pay for what he’s done to Kendra.

In just one ring, the man picked the call, chuckling lowly. "To what do I owe this call, Carol?"

"My king, It’s been too long."