Collection-Break Mate Bond with Alpha Before Marriage novel Chapter 20

Chapter 11 

A year later, I returned home, my studies complete. 

I smoothly took the staff from my father’s hands, a symbol of Alpha power, becoming the youngest female Alpha of the Silver Fang pack. 

At the celebratory banquet held that night, I met Alpha Dorian Kingston’s Beta, Archer. 

Grateful for my earlier rescue of him and the pack, he filled me in on everything that had happened since my departure. 

It was only three days after I left that Alpha Dorian Kingston hurried back. 

Due to the recent attack by the Black 

Eagle pack, the situation had deteriorated severely, much like it had four years ago. They required significant financial and technological support, which is why Alpha Dorian Kingston contacted me again. 

No wonder I received that call from him a week later, foolishly hoping I would return. 

Fortunately, I had severed all ties when I realized he had lost his mind. 

Beta Archer then revealed that the traitor had been found. 

It turned out to be Liora Granger. She was actually Alpha Frank’s mistress from the Black Eagle pack, and her alleged terminal illness was nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated ruse; she had bribed doctors and nurses to fabricate the 

illusion. 

She had conspired with Frank four years ago, delivering the crucial information that led to the massacre of the Black Spine pack. 

In other words, Liora Granger had indirectly caused the deaths of Alpha Dorian 

Kingston’s parents. 

And the so–called world tour a year ago? She had orchestrated that too. 

She had stolen the defense schematics to hand over to Frank, deliberately persuading Alpha Dorian Kingston to take her away while leading his elite team into a trap, creating the perfect opportunity for Frank to strike. 

It was only when Liora Granger lost her usefulness to Frank that he handed over all the evidence to Alpha Dorian Kingston. 

Ultimately, Liora Granger was captured by the Werewolf Council and would be facing a lifetime of imprisonment. 

Alpha Dorian Kingston was devastated, completely disoriented and unable to rally the pack again. 

Eventually, some werewolves drifted away, and many who had fought alongside me chose to follow him back to my father’s pack. 

Life can be so ironic; I never imagined it would end this way. 

“What about him?” I asked softly, voicing the concern that lingered in my mind. 

“He… he hasn’t been well since then. 

Sometimes he’s mad, sometimes he’s lucid, 

just wandering aimlessly,” Beta Archer lamented. 

Listening to the seismic shifts in their lives, an indescribable chill washed over me. 

I was grateful for my clarity, for pulling away in time; otherwise, becoming ensnared in this complex whirlwind would have likely led me to an irretrievable fate. 

More than a month later, on a cold, dreary night, I received a call from the police. 

They informed me to come identify Alpha Dorian Kingston’s body. 

I never expected that in his final moments, Alpha Dorian Kingston would have found a chance to take Frank down with him, leading to their mutual destruction. 

The police discovered a letter among his belongings addressed to me. 

In it, he wrote that if his suicide note was 

found, I was to handle it.