The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 67

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 67**

**Bella**

I rose to my feet with deliberate slowness, narrowing my gaze as a simmering fury coiled within me, reminiscent of a viper ready to strike. The old wolf before me resembled someone who had consumed acid straight from a tank, his demeanor as sour as his appearance.

Cass, with a finger jabbing accusingly in my direction, spat venomous words, “You just can’t help yourself, can you? I warned you last time, yet here you are, slinking around like a leech,” he hissed. “You caught a glimpse of a King, inhaled the scent of his power and wealth, and now you want to latch onto him like a parasite. You prance around us, flaunting your silver weapons like some sort of hunter. Do you even realize the chaos you wreaked upon our sacred Samhain with your mere presence? All of this, just to catch his name? To inscribe your life upon his back? You are nothing but a greedy little gold digger, seeking a secure future for yourself and your wretched offspring!”

Each word he uttered struck me with calculated cruelty, and it felt as though something deep within me snapped. I stood taller, my resolve hardening. “Did you receive the torn pieces of your check?” I asked, my tone steady, betraying none of the tumult within.

He blinked in confusion. “What?”

“The twenty-million-dollar check you sent my way,” I clarified, my voice unwavering. “You thought you could buy me off. Pay me to abandon him, to vanish with my children and never return. Did that little piece of paper reach you? Because I took great pleasure in ripping it into so many tiny fragments that my fingers ached, and I instructed Scott to return it to you.”

Cass’s complexion shifted, going from a furious red to a mottled hue that danced between shock and rage.

“So let’s be crystal clear,” I continued, my voice rising with conviction. “If I were truly a gold digger, I would have pocketed your money, slipped away into the shadows, and never set foot in a circle of armed wolves, gun in hand, ready to pull your King from danger. I was not the one serving him poisoned wine; I was the one pulling him from the wreckage that someone in your world created. And I know exactly who that someone is.”

The words flowed from me with newfound ease, fueled by the anger and sense of justice I had kept buried for far too long.

“You speak of treaties,” I pointed out, my finger steady. “What treaty grants you the right to decide that he dies on the ground while you stand by, watching? What treaty allows you to insult me, to attempt to buy me off, and then call me greedy when I reject your money and risk my life to save him? If you want to direct your anger at someone for ruining your Samhain, direct it at the woman who dared to poison your King in front of everyone. Not at the human who intervened to thwart her plans.”

To my surprise, Cass actually took a half-step back, his eyes widening momentarily before narrowing once more. “You fucking bitch!” he spat, venom dripping from his words. “You are like a curse, sent by the goddess to dismantle our pack and the peace we have painstakingly built over the years. Had Scott never crossed paths with you, our lives would have been infinitely simpler! If you had never shown up, our future would have been assured. Tasha would have long since been declared our queen. This pack would have been eagerly anticipating heirs!”

The audacity of his words ignited a fire within me. “Your so-called ‘secure’ future,” I retorted sharply, “was constructed on the back of a woman willing to drug and violate your King to ensnare him. That is not peace; it is decay. Do you truly grasp what I’m saying, you fool?” I shouted, my voice ringing with indignation. “Stop glorifying a villain named Tasha! Or have the neurons in your brain already perished?”

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