Kaden’s POV
The screen glowed in the dark room, casting a blue light over my face as the file opened.
I took a slow sip of my drink, fully expecting to see records of a privileged, sneaky daughter—soone pampered and spoiled from birth.
Instead, the very first page made my hand freeze completely around the glass.
Na: Rebecca
Status: Unranked / Oga / Illegitimate Daughter of Alpha Kelvin
My eyes narrowed. I wasn’t surprised, but the reality of it hit hard. I scrolled down, the glowing screen revealing a life story that felt like a bucket of ice water to my chest.
She was born to a low-ranking pack maid. Her mother had disappeared mysteriously just one week after her birth, leaving the helpless baby completely alone in a pack that hated her very existence.
Rebecca didn’t grow up in the grand pack house, eating fine food or learning how to live like a princess. She was shoved into the freezing servant quarters. She spent her childhood washing floors, eating scraps, and wearing rags.
Her father never once recognized her as his daughter. To the entire pack, she was just an unwanted stain, the Alpha’s drunken mistake.
I looked at her education records. She didn’t go to a prestigious university like a true Alpha’s child. She had only attended high school, finishing when she was eighteen years old.
And right after she graduated high school, the horror of her life got even worse.
According to the report, the mont she turned eighteen, her father tried to sell her off to an Alpha three tis her age to settle a pack debt. The old man was known for his brutality. But strangely, the night before the wedding, the old Alpha died mysteriously in his sleep, making her pack label Rebecca a cursed witch.
Reading those details, a sudden, sharp ache squeezed my heart so hard it took my breath away. It was a physical pain.
I stared at the glowing tablet, my rage building up.
I looked up from the screen, my gaze falling back onto Rebecca’s small, sleeping form. I found myself wondering how soone who had lived through that much suffering could still beco sothing so evil.
Was she really that desperate for a better life? Was she so hungry for power and survival that she had to kill my Helen just to take her place?
I closed the screen with a heavy snap, leaning my head back against the chair as I sighed deeply.
I stared at her curled-up, exhausted body under my blanket. Could a person who had been through so much suffering really turn out this evil?
But then I shook my head fiercely, snapping myself out of it. Don’t be soft, I told myself, my jaw clenching tightly.
She said it herself. She bragged about killing Helen... Do not let this fake act confuse you.
I stood up from my desk, a heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders. I felt completely exhausted, the ntal and physical toll of the night draining every bit of my energy. I needed to sleep. But of course, I couldn’t sleep with her lying on my bed.
"Guards!" I yelled into the quiet room.
Instantly, the heavy mahogany doors flew open, and two guards rushed inside, bowing their heads in fear. "Yes, Alpha King!"
I opened my mouth, fully intending to command them to grab Rebecca by her hair, drag her bare body out of my sheets, and throw her right back into the cold dungeons where she belonged.
But then I looked at her.
She whimpered slightly in her sleep, curling tighter into the blanket.
The command died in my throat.
The guards waited, trembling under my dark stare.
"Get out," I snapped angrily, feeling frustrated.
The guards blinked confused, but they didn’t dare question . They quickly bowed and backed out, slamming the doors shut once again.
I stood by the edge of the bed, staring down at the female who was supposed to be my worst enemy. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I was actually letting her stay here.
Bracing myself, I climbed onto the mattress. I lay down on the mattress right beside her, keeping my back turned to her, but the heavy, intoxicating scent of her skin and our raw sex instantly filled my senses.
My heart hamred against my ribs, heavy with a strange, dangerous conflict I couldn’t control.
Suddenly, she stirred beside , and I went alert.
"No, Father... please, Father, forgive ..." she sobbed weakly in her sleep, and my brows furrowed.
I turned around to face her, already feeling irritated.
Her quiet sobs grew louder, her words slurred but heavy with pain.
"No, Father. Please...," she whimpered again, thrashing lightly against the sheets.
The sound irritated so much that I finally reached for her just to make it stop.
Carefully, I moved across the mattress, my movents slow. The bed dipped under my weight, but she didn’t fully wake.
I drew closer and reached out, pulling her trembling form into my arms.
Her head rested against my bare chest while my hand moved slowly through her hair, attempting to calm her.
To my surprise, she relaxed almost instantly, lting against my warmth as though she had been craving comfort her entire life.
Then her eyes slowly opened.
For a second, I thought she was awake, but the hazy look in her gaze told she was still trapped sowhere between sleep and dreams.
She blinked up at in the dim light, lips parting softly.
"You..." she whispered.
Her voice sounded small. Vulnerable. Almost childlike.
"You beast..."
My brows pulled together in confusion.
Why the hell was she calling that?
Then her hand lifted slowly, her cool fingertips brushing lightly against my jaw.
"You have... beautiful eyes," she murmured with a sleepy smile.
My breath hitched, caught completely off guard by her words. I should have ignored it. I should have dismissed it, pushed her away. But sothing in her tone, in the way she looked right at , made it impossible to let her go.
"You have the most alluring eyes I’ve ever seen," she whispered lazily, her fingertips trailing across my face. "You should smile more often, Alpha Kaden... it would suit you."
A low groan escaped as I glared down at her.
But my expression didn’t frighten her in the slightest.
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