Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96 No Mercy For The False Princess
"You see?!" I smirk, thrusting my arm forward to point at Celestia—mimicking the exact way she once pointed at me like I was filth. "You are the imposter. The fraud. You forged a necklace—one that rightfully belongs to me, the true daughter of the Alpha King."

I pause to catch my breath before roaring, "And for that blasphemy against the royal bloodline, I demand punishment by death! Guards, seize her!"

This time, they don’t hesitate. Unlike when she gave the same command against me and no one moved, my words carry weight and authority. My aura ripples through the hall—undeniable, heavy with command. The guards move. Swords unsheathe. Footsteps pound toward Celestia.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she stumbles back in panic, her heels skidding slightly on the polished marble. She stops at the edge of the staircase that leads up to the throne, then whirls around, eyes desperate, locking on the Alpha King.

“Dad…” she breathes. “You trained me. You raised me as your daughter. Are you really going to let this happen? Let these filthy guards lay their hands on me?” Her voice breaks. “Are you really going to discard me like this?”

Tears rush down her cheeks now—fat, messy sobs that seem too perfect, too rehearsed. She’s desperate. Cornered. Reaching for the only weapon she has left: pity.

“You brought this upon yourself, Celestia,” the King says coldly, his tone final as he ascends and settles onto his throne—regal and unmoved. Then, to my surprise, he casts me a quick, almost imperceptible wink.

The Queen chuckles softly, the click of her heels echoing through the silent hall as she lifts the hem of her royal gown to gracefully ascend the steps, likely to join the King on her own throne. But she barely gets one foot on the marble before it happens.

In the blink of an eye, Celestia lets out a shriek and lunges forward, a small silver blade gleaming in her hand. Gasps pierce the hall as she grabs the Queen from behind, pressing the knife hard against her throat.

“If anyone takes another step toward me, I swear on my life—I’ll kill her!” Celestia screams. Her voice trembles now—not with fear, but unhinged rage. The guards freeze, weapons half-lifted. The Alpha King shoots to his feet.

"Celestia!" he bellows. "That’s your mother! Don’t do this. Don’t worsen your punishment. She’s your Queen! Laying a blade on her neck means immediate death!"

Celestia lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Did you just say… my mother?” She snorts as if she’s just heard the joke of the century.

“She’s never loved me. She never even held my hand once.” Her voice cracks, and her face twists with years of buried resentment. “She hated me—every part of me! I was never enough for her. So don’t talk to me about blood and loyalty.”

Her grip tightens on the blade. “I’m going to die anyway. Whether I sit on that throne or not, I’m already dead to all of you.” Her lips twitch into a crazed smile. “So I might as well take her with me.”

But instead of fear, the Queen starts to laugh. Softly at first, then louder—genuine, full-bodied laughter that shakes her shoulders.

“What’s so funny?!” Celestia shrieks, the knife now digging slightly into the Queen’s neck. A drop of blood beads at the blade’s tip.

“You think I won’t do it?! This knife is laced with dark magic! One slice and you’ll be gone before you even blink!”

Still, the Queen laughs harder. Her eyes sparkle with amusement, like she’s watching a child throw a tantrum rather than face death.She’s laughing so hard now, tears spill from her eyes.

And it pisses Celestia off.

She growls, pressing the blade deeper. “You think this is funny?! You’re seconds from death, and you laugh?!”

Celestia stiffens.

"You were rude to the omegas. Treated them like dogs. But when I entered the room? Oh, then you became this perfect little princess."

The Queen shakes her head slowly, disappointment etched into every line of her face. “Stop playing the victim. You never wanted love. You wanted power. My throne.”

A silence hangs in the air, thick and suffocating. Then-

"Fine!" Celestia screams, her voice cracking. She yanks the knife back just an inch. "You caught me!"

The room holds its breath as her hands tremble, her eyes wild with rage.

“I always knew I wasn’t royal. I felt it—deep down, something was off." Her voice turns bitter, her lips curled in disgust. "I felt more peace when I was with the omegas and I hated it. Every single second of it. I hated them. And I hated myself for it."

She’s unraveling. And that’s exactly what the Queen was waiting for—because in that moment of madness, Celestia doesn’t see her move.

It’s like watching a viper strike.