Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas

Chapter 300: _ The Reckoning

Heidi reaches the Alpha’s mansion running on nothing but sheer rage. The gate guards are already on high alert, their ears pricked at the sound of the skirmish at the border. But when the silver-white giant skids into the courtyard, Grayson’s limp form draped across her back like a broken doll, the air leaves the clearing.

"Is that... is that Alpha Grayson?" one of the guards gasps, his spear dipping.

Heidi ignores him. Her chest is heaving, the steam from her breath rising like smoke. She stops in the center of the lawn, the grass staining red beneath her.

The doors of the estate fly open.

Rayne—Grayson’s mother—is the first to emerge. She is dressed in a silken robe, her hair loose, her face already pale with a mother’s intuition. She takes one look at the massive wolf, then at the body on its back, and lets out a wail so piercing it seems to shatter the windows of the upper floors.

"GRAYSON! MY BABY!"

She stumbles down the steps, her hands shaking. Heidi sinks to her haunches, moving with agonizing care as she lets Grayson’s body slide off her back and onto the grass. Rayne collapses over him, her fingers frantically searching for a pulse that isn’t there.

When it finally sinks, her tears fall onto his pale, still face.

"What happened? Who did this?" Rayne screams, looking up at the wolf. "Tell me!"

Heidi can only let out a long, mournful howl. She wants to speak, she wants to scream the name Tobias, but the wolf is still in control, its throat not built for human treachery.

Behind Rayne, more figures emerge from the house. Isolde and Daphne rush out, their faces morphing into one of horror as they take in the sight.

They hurried to the body, unable to believe their eyes as their sobs joined Rayne’s in a dissonant choir of grief.

Then comes Ines who stops at the top of the stairs. Heidi doesn’t expect the reaction from the woman but her hand flies to her mouth.

Her eyes move from Grayson to the massive, blood-stained wolf, and for a moment, a flicker of genuine shock crosses her face.

And finally, the devil.

Tobias Bellamy steps out onto the balcony, then moves down the stairs with a slow gait that feels like a mockery of the tragedy unfolding before him. He looks at his youngest son’s body and upon the realization, he staggers a step.

The moment Heidi’s golden eyes lock onto Tobias, the grief is incinerated by a sun-bright rage.

She throws herself at him.

She is a silver-white blur of teeth and claws, aiming straight for the King’s throat. But Tobias’s personal guards, trained for this exact moment—intercept her. Three of them hit her at once, their bodies slamming into hers.

Heidi fights like a demon. She snaps her jaws, catching a guard’s arm and tossing him aside like a rag doll. She uses her sheer bulk to pin another to the stone steps, her claws shredding through his reinforced leather armor.

She is a whirlwind of violence, driven by the knowledge that the man standing ten feet away is the architect of this slaughter.

"Who is this?" Daphne screams, shielding her eyes. "Why is this beast attacking Father? Why is he doing this?"

She uses the masculine pronoun because the wolf before them is a hulking, broad-chested Alpha male in appearance—a terrifying avatar of war.

Tobias raises a hand, scoffing. "Stand down, guards. I recognize this aura. I recognize the stench of a rogue."

He steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he looks at the blood-soaked wolf. "It’s Heidi. The little Moon blessed we brought into our pack. It seems she finally tired of playing the part of the devoted mate. She killed my son, and now she’s come to finish the job on his father."

"NO!" Isolde cries, stepping forward. "Heidi would never do that! She loved him! She loves them all!"

"Look at her, Isolde," Tobias sneers, his hands beginning to glow with a faint light. "She is covered in his blood. She brings his corpse to my door as a trophy."

Tobias begins to crack his knuckles, his neck tilting as his bones pop in preparation for a shift. He is a King who has waited a long time to put a "problem" down.

"What’s all that noise for?!"

The shout comes from the hallway as Amias and Lira burst out into the courtyard. Amias looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks, his face drawn and weary with overgrown beards slicking either side of his face until his eyes find Grayson.

The Alpha heir stops dead. His knees buckle, and he hits the ground beside Rayne, his hand reaching out to touch his brother’s cold forehead. "Gray? No... no, no, no. Gray, get up. Stop playing, man. Get up."

He looks up at the massive silver wolf, his eyes swimming with tears. Heidi whines. It’s a soft, broken sound, full of the longing she’s felt for the mate who had to stay behind, the brother who actually cared.

She takes a step toward him, her tail tucked. Her head bows in a gesture of submission she only offers to those she truly loves.

"Heidi?" Amias whispers, his voice trembling. "Is that... is that you? What’s going on? What happened to him?"

Tobias steps between them. "She killed him, Amias. She led him into the woods and slaughtered him. Step away from the beast before she does the same to you."

The air in the courtyard thickens as the tension reaches a breaking point. She needs to speak. She needs to end the lie before Tobias can solidify it, so she stops fighting the guards. She stands in the center of the lawn, the moonlight illuminating the silver-white fur as it begins to recede.

The shift back is a painful grinding, agonizing reversal of the process. She shrinks, the massive muscles melting back into the lean curves of a woman. Her silver-white fur retreats into her skin, leaving her shivering and naked in the cold night air, her skin painted in a gruesome map of Grayson’s blood and the guards’ gore.

Amias quickly sheds his cloak and tosses it over her, his hands shaking as he helps her wrap it around her shoulders.

Heidi stands tall. Her legs are shaking but her gaze is fixed squarely on Tobias. She ignores the gasps of the wives and the whispers of the guards. She points a blood-stained finger directly at the King’s chest.

Her voice, when it comes, is ragged, hoarse, and filled with a lethal, crystalline certainty.

"He’s lying. Tobias didn’t lose a son today. He executed one. Tobias Bellamy killed Grayson."