A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge (Riley) novel Chapter 120

A Broken Alpha Heiress‘ Revenge

Chapter 120

Scarlett Vale never doubted her charm.

To her, men were puzzles–and she always held the final piece.

Lucien Duskgrave would be no different.

She had conquered Maddox.

She had bent Ronan Duskcliff to her will.

And now, she would make the Alpha Prince of the Stormridge Pack fall at her feet–just like the rest.

No man had ever resisted her for long. Certainly not one cursed by fate.

Scarlett cast a sidelong glance at the regal woman seated beside her in the luxury car. Clad in crimson velvet, with raven–black waves cascading down her shoulders and a golden lupine crest glinting at her throat, Lady Seraphina Duskgrave was the image of High Luna elegance–refined, authoritative, and cold as polished obsidian.

The world believed she was Lucien’s mother.

Scarlett believed it too.

In truth, Seraphina was his stepmother. And though she wore the Duskgrave name with pride, she bore no love for the bastard prince her husband had fathered before their union.

Lucien was a reminder of the one stain on her otherwise flawless lineage–a boy born of another she–wolf, fated by the Moon Goddess herself, and more beloved by the aging Alpha King than she could ever accept.

But Scarlett Vale? She didn’t know any of this. Not yet.

To her, Seraphina was a gateway. And she knew how to open gates.

She smiled sweetly, all softness and sunshine. “Lady Seraphina, why did you leave Stormridge so suddenly and come all the way to Mooncrest? We were having so much fun in the North.”

She used her title with respect–but not too much. A calculated closeness. Familiar, but not overreaching.

From the moment Scarlett met her, she had crafted the perfect role: the charming, unthreatening southern pup with wide eyes and silken praise.

And Seraphina had let her play it.

Scarlett remembered their first meeting–how she’d gasped in admiration, eyes sparkling like a pup seeing her first full moon. “Your skin’s unreal, your posture, your power… You walk like royalty. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the Moon Matron herself.”

Flattery–expertly dosed.

1/3

17:04 Thu, Aug 7 VMC

72%

0

X

–

Finished

Chapter 120

And Seraphina, who was surrounded by wolves that feared her more than adored her, had found it… amusing.

Now, Seraphina’s crimson lips curved slightly. “My mother–in–law’s birthday. The old matron turns eighty today. I came out of duty.”

Scarlett widened her eyes with feigned surprise. “What? You’re married? Gods, I was about to introduce you to my brother. He’s going to be devastated when he hears Stormridge’s most beautiful she–wolf is already claimed.”

A ghost of laughter escaped Seraphina’s throat. “You truly think I look young enough to be unmarried?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify