Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas

Chapter 302: _ The Unraveling

Morgan looks as disheveled and worn out as expected of a man who had fought a group of wolves and had watched them kill his twin.

However, what caught Heidi’s attention was beyond that. Usually, she could feel her mates’ wolves, no matter how faint the aura was. However, right now, her eyes are on Morgan and it’s no different from watching Nash or Ace.

"W-What...?" She finds herself whispering, mouth slightly agape.

Her wolf solidifies her wonder by affirming: "His wolf... It’s gone."

At that, Heidi’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. How? How on earth is that possible? She gasped internally. However, she has to push that thought aside as Darien addresses the crowd.

"Heidi wouldn’t harm a fly," he roars as he strides into the center of the courtyard. He doesn’t go to his mother or sisters.

He goes straight to Heidi, stepping between her and the guards, his hackles raised in a silent promise of absolute violence. "She didn’t kill Grayson. His death jeopardizes her more than anyone else, so why would she?"

"And how would you know, Darien?" Tobias barks, his eyes narrowing. "You weren’t there. You were brooding on a balcony while your brother was being carved up."

"I wasn’t," Darien spits, "but Morgan was. Morgan saw everything. He was the one who fought them off. He was the one who watched Grayson take his last breath while the rest of us were playing house."

The focus shifts. It’s like a spotlight has been swiveled with violent speed onto the middle twin.

Rayne breaks again. She lets out a sob that sounds like a dying bird and rushes down the steps. She ignores the blood, ignores the tension, and throws her arms around Morgan. She grabs his face, her fingers digging into his cheeks as she kisses his forehead over and over, her tears wetting his skin.

"Oh, thank the Goddess," she wails. "Thank the Goddess you’re safe. Morgan, my sweet boy. I thought... I thought I’d lost both of you. Tell me. Tell me what happened. What monsters did this to your brother?!"

Morgan stands perfectly still. He doesn’t hug her back. He doesn’t recoil. He just exists within her embrace like a statue in a park. He looks over Rayne’s shoulder, his gaze landing on Tobias.

For the first time since the clearing, a small, cold light flickers in Morgan’s eyes.

"It’s a long story, Mother," Morgan says, his voice devoid of any vibration and warmth. "But I think the King knows the ending. He wrote the first draft, after all."

Tobias’s face pales by a fraction of a shade. "Morgan, you’re in shock. You’ve had a traumatic night. Guards, take him inside. He needs medical—"

"I don’t need a doctor, Father," Morgan interrupts.

He gently, firmly detaches Rayne’s hands from his face and takes a step forward. "I need an audience. It’s high time the Duskwind pack learned the truth about the man who leads them. It’s high time you paid for the sins you thought you buried in the dirt."

But before he can take another step, a blur of silk and perfume interrupts the moment.

Lira.

She doesn’t just walk toward him; she throws herself at him. She breaks away from Amias with a suddenness that leaves the Alpha stumbling. She reaches Morgan and throws her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest in front of the entire Alpha family, the guards, and a shivering, stunned Heidi.

"Oh, Morgan!" Lira cries, her voice thick with a terror that sounds far more genuine than anything she’s shown all night. "You have no idea... I was so scared. I thought they’d gotten you too. I thought I was going to have to do this all alone. After everything we’ve sacrificed, I was scared you wouldn’t return. But you came back. Yes, just as you promised."

She clings to him, her fingers curling into his dark hair.

The courtyard falls into a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop on the grass.

Amias freezes, his hand still outstretched toward where his wife had just been. Heidi feels a new kind of pain.

It was a sharp, cold confusion that cut through her grief. She looks at Morgan’s face, expecting him to push Lira away, to look confused, to react in any way.

Every pack member standing at the gates, every guard with a leveled spear, and every mourning wife of Tobias Bellamy freezes. The sight of Lira, the newly minted Luna, the pack’s flower and pride, clinging to the middle twin like he was her only lifeline in a storm is a sight that makes no sense.

Heidi’s mind feels like a record player that has suddenly started spinning backward. She looks at Lira’s hands, buried in the dark fabric of Morgan’s tattered shirt.

When? How?

Morgan was the brother who was the most carefree. Lira was the social climber who only had eyes for Amias. In all the months Heidi had spent navigating the Duskwind pack and the treacherous waters of the Bellamy family, she had never seen them exchange more than a formal nod. There were no secret glances, no lingering touches, no whispers in the hallways.

And yet, here Lira is, speaking of "sacrifices" and the terror of being "left alone" as if Morgan were the center of her universe.

"What is this?" Darien’s voice finally breaks the spell, but it isn’t a roar this time. He steps toward them, his eyes demanding answers. "Morgan? Lira? What the hell is going on? Why is she touching you like that?"

Heidi finds her voice, though it sounds thin. "Morgan? Say something!"

"Lira. I know you’ve not been the happiest since our wedding and maybe I didn’t turn out to be the man you thought I’d be, so you lost yourself and have started to feel confused—but now’s really not the time. My brother is dead, woman!" Amias, for the first time since this gathering, raised his voice.

But Lira doesn’t move. She actually pulls Morgan closer, her face glowing with a triumphant light. "Confused? I’ve never been clearer, Amias. While you were all busy being ’The Good Heir,’ Morgan was the only one brave enough to see the world for what it is. He’s the one who promised me a pack worth leading. He’s the one who—"

Heidi feels Morgan’s eyes on her. Hell, he wasn’t even looking at anyone else. He sees the way she is recoiling, the way she is looking at him with the same horror she might show a monster from a children’s story.

"Get off me," He suddenly freezes.

Heidi didn’t even expect what came next. It was too fast, too fluid for a man who was supposed to be exhausted and grieving. One moment Lira was clinging to him, and the next, Morgan’s hands were on her shoulders.

He didn’t just peel her off. He shoved her the hell hard.

Heidi’s heart leaped into her throat as Lira was launched backward. The girl’s silk dress fluttered like the wings of a broken bird.

CRACK.

The sound of Lira’s head hitting the jagged corner of the stone stairs echoed through the silent courtyard. It was a dull, wet thud that made Heidi’s stomach turn.

Oh, gods, no!