A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge (Riley) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Finished

Third Person’s POV

The radiance emanating from Riley was far too dazzling, completely overshadowing Maddox’s own light.

She wasn’t just intelligent, determined, or tenacious–she was a white wolf.

A rare, coveted bloodline. A symbol of purity and power blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.

And he he was just a omega–born orphan from the backwoods of Ebonclaw Pack.

A flicker of jealousy stirred deep within him. All he had ever wanted was to dim Riley’s brilliance.

After all, Riley was just a woman. What good was being a white wolf if she couldn’t even protect herself?

After graduation, she would only end up married with children–becoming a wife and mother tending to the pack’s den.

As for himself, Maddox was no stranger to ambition or money. He had the sharp tongue of a lawyer, a silver–coated wolf form, and the wits to climb.

He could easily provide for Riley.

So why did she have to be so high–minded?

Why did she have to shine so unbearably bright?

These thoughts he buried deep within, knowing they were shameful. Knowing that the world revered the white wolf bloodline. But in his heart, he loathed that Riley’s light made him feel small.

He told himself he wasn’t wrong–but he also knew that speaking those thoughts aloud would bring only contempt.

So he said nothing when the Vale family hurt her.

Said nothing when Kael forced her to kneel.

Said nothing when Alaric dismissed her as a burden.

He watched, silently, while they tried to break her–while they locked up a rare white wolf like a common rogue.

A part of him wanted her broken.

He wanted her to fall, to be humbled, to lose that glow that always made everyone choose her.

He told himself it was for her own good.

Once her wings had been clipped–once the world ground her brilliance into the dirt–he would be there. To offer warmth To be the only hand she could hold onto

Then. Riley would have no choice but to depend on him, and would never again dream of becoming a scholar, a mentor, or a pack professed

Breaking her wings, dimming that divine white flame—it was all so she’d stop flying away.

He would be her safe haven, her anchor, the one who fed and clothed her

Wasn’t that enough

Bot what Madras ever expected was that despite all the inhuman torture Kiley endured in the pack’s prison, despite every seat and every broken lanches and remained unyielding

Leen dulled even turned sh all racated that sie antero bytu

She and only refused to depend us bus–she grew to hate him with every liter of her being

3:54 PM P P .

Chapter 192

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