A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs novel Chapter 185

{Regina}

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The moment I stepped out into the corridor, the chill from the stone floors rose through my shoes and up my legs, grounding me in a strange, almost pleasant way.

The sound of my heels echoed lightly against the polished tiles, each step in rhythm with the quiet thrum of satisfaction curling in my chest as I crossed the courtyard toward the council building.

The kind of serenity that made people believe peace was possible. I almost smiled. I thrived in calm like this, because no one ever expected the storm beneath it.

Forty students are left in the elimination rounds, which means two possibilities are left.

All I had to do was shift the scale a little.

“You’ve already planted the seed,” I told myself. “Now, water it.”

The corners of my lips curled upward as I imagined the simple elegance of it all. A word here, a warning there — whispered concerns about “unfair methods,” about how Elira Shaw was using pressure-point cheats to take down stronger opponents.

No one needed to know I was the source. The rumour would grow legs on its own.

And for the ones she might face next? Well, a little guidance could turn eagerness into aggression.

I could already picture it: the next duels stacked against her, opponents entering the mat with one goal—to make her bleed, to prove they weren’t afraid of the so-called miracle Omega.

If they succeeded, perfect. If they failed, better. The more she won, the more suspicion I could stir about how she managed it.

By the time Founder’s Day came, the professors would already be watching her closely. The council would be questioning her credibility. Even the audience would start doubting.

And when she finally stumbled—because she would, the world would see it.

I reached the steps leading up to the council building and paused, glancing at the intricate crest carved into the door.

The golden moon-and-wolf sigil gleamed faintly under the fading sun, and I caught my reflection there—sharp smile, steady eyes.

“Let her think she’s rising,” I mused, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “The higher she climbs, the further she will fall when I’m done.”

Inside, I’d begin the next phase. A casual mention to Soraya or Nyra during tomorrow’s meeting, an oh-so-concerned suggestion to Princess Kaelis about maintaining ESA’s “reputation.”

I would even frame it as a protective measure—for the academy, for fairness.

And perhaps I’d have a little conversation with the other remaining contestants. Not as the council secretary, but as a friend—a senior offering them advice on how to stay in the competition. Advice that just happened to include keeping an eye on Elira Shaw’s fighting patterns.

The thought alone made my smirk deepen.

She had been a ghost of ridicule once, the school’s tragic little Omega. Now she thought herself something more.

I opened the door and stepped inside the building, the scent of parchment and ink greeting me. The empty hallway stretched ahead, silent except for my echoing steps.

“Yes,” I murmured under my breath, my voice smooth and deliberate, like the slide of a knife across silk. “Let her win again. Let her believe she is unstoppable. The taste of victory will make her fall that much sweeter.”

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The heavy door of the council office creaked faintly as I pushed it open. The faint hum of chatter floated through the air, punctuated by Soraya’s high, melodic voice and Caleb’s low laugh.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint tang of parchment and ink.

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