Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 The Necklace Lied
My eyes fly to the Alpha King—my father—searching for answers. But even from where he stands, his eyes widen in disbelief. He looks just as confused as I am.

Whispers explode in the room like thunderclaps.

“She’s a fake!” someone shouts.

“No, that’s impossible! I felt her aura!” another growls.

“Yes. Our wolves submitted the moment she walked in!”

“Then why isn’t she healing?”

“Did you see that? It burned her!”

“But she made even the warriors bow!”

“She’s powerful—stronger than—”

Lady Celestia throws her head back and laughs. The sound is sharp and victorious, like broken glass dragged across stone.

“You see?!” she cries, pointing at me as if I were some kind of disease. “She’s the imposter! A fraud! That necklace belongs to the true daughter of the Alpha King—me!” She spins toward the throne. “She should be executed for this insult—for this blasphemy against the royal bloodline. I demand she be punished by death!”

My hand shakes. The pain from the necklace hasn’t faded—it’s as if the burn clings to my soul.

Then I feel him. His warmth. Grounding and familiar.

Jack appears at my side like a balm to my wounds. He cups my hand gently, and the moment our skin touches, the pain begins to ebb—slowly but surely. The burn begins to fade, healing under his touch. The wound closes, the pain vanishes, like it had never been there at all.

“Are you okay?” Jack whispers, his voice low, protective.

“We can leave. We don’t have to stay for this.”

“I’m fine,” I whisper, still shaken. “I just… No. I can’t leave. I’m not running.”

My eyes lock on Lady Celestia’s triumphant smirk.

“GUARDS!” she shrieks, jabbing a finger at me. “Arrest her! As the rightful blood of the Alpha King, I demand her execution! I want her head brought to me this instant!”

But no one moves.

The royal guards remain frozen, tense, uncertain. Then the Alpha King descends another step down the marble staircase. His voice is cold, firm.

“No one touches a hair on Kali’s head.”

Lady Celestia whirls toward him in frustration. “You saw it with your own eyes! The necklace rejected her! She’s a fake! And by law, if you won’t kill her, then you must crown me now, Father! I am the rightful heir and The Queen to the throne!”

The hall plunges into silence.

Then—another voice. Feminine. Calm, yet laced with terrifying authority.

“And who said you’re the rightful heir and queen of the throne?”

Gasps ripple through the hall as the massive doors creak open once more. All eyes turn to the entrance as a woman steps forward.

My breath catches. My heart skips a beat. My knees nearly buckle.

The moment I see her, I know. Even with my memories fractured and blurry… somehow, deep in my soul, I know.

My real mother.

The Alpha Queen.

She walks with regal grace, as if the very air bends to her presence. Her gown flows like liquid midnight, each step commanding silence. Her hair black like mine, streaked with silver as a mark of age cascades in soft waves over her shoulder. Her face is flawless, cold, and hauntingly familiar. Though her expression is devoid of emotion, her presence is overwhelming. And her eyes—gods, her eyes—are hollow. Empty. Like a soul that has endured centuries of pain.

Still, she is breathtaking.

I gasp, unable to look away.

I see myself in her. The curve of her nose. The sharp cut of her cheekbones. The fire in her stance. My chest tightens with the desperate urge to run to her—to throw my arms around her and ask why she never came for me.

Her voice is calm but laced with steel. Not a tremble in it. Just certainty. Authority.

Lady Celestia's face twists into something unhinged. “How can you prove that?” she demands, her voice cracking despite the bravado.

The Alpha Queen cocks her head slowly to the side and looks at her like she’s a fly buzzing too close to her ear. “It’s my necklace,” she says, lifting her scorched hand to display the angry red mark. “And it just burned me. What more proof do you need? Or are you too dense to grasp simple logic?”

A few people in the crowd stifle laughter, some more openly sneer, and Celestia’s mouth snaps shut like she’s been slapped. Then, the Queen shifts her gaze to the Alpha King, who stands motionless, regal and composed. Her voice softens slightly as their eyes meet.

Your blade,” she says, “the most powerful in the kingdom, should be able to prove my claim. My true necklace cannot be destroyed. If this one breaks… … it was never mine to begin with.”

The Alpha King says nothing nor ask questions. He simply descends the stairs, his long coat trailing behind him.

The Queen lets the necklace fall to the marble floor. It lands with a soft clink—a delicate sound that carries a weight far greater than its size. I can feel the tension in the room coil tight, everyone holding their breath as if the world itself might stop.

The King unsheathes his sword—the same blade that once pierced my heart—its surface shimmering with power. He raises it high, and with one clean, effortless strike—

CRACK.

The necklace shatters like glass.

A swirl of dark smoke spirals upward before vanishing completely into thin air.

Gone.

The silence is thunderous.

“You see?” the Queen says, turning to face the stunned faces of the crowd. “It was an illusion. Crafted to fool your eyes… to make you feel it was real… when it was nothing but a lie.”

She doesn’t yell because doesn’t need to. Her words fall like stones in a still lake, sending ripples of doubt through everything we just thought we knew.

And as I stand there, still reeling from the burn that has now faded from my skin, my gaze flickers to Lady Celestia. Her face has gone pale, her mouth trembling. The triumphant fire in her eyes is gone—snuffed out like a candle in the wind.

And I know this is far from over but at least now… the truth has started to burn through the lies. And I have my mother to thank for that.