A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge (Riley) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Riley’s POV

+8 Pearls

The fluorescent lights of the Healer’s Ward burned into my eyes. I could barely see through the blood and tears that blurred my vision, but I didn’t stop..

I couldn’t.

I stumbled down the corridor, slamming into walls and brushing past startled wolves. Some of them gasped, others recoiled at the sight of me–bloodied, limping, barely upright–but I didn’t care.

Let them look

Let them see what the Ebonclaw Pack does to its own.

There was only one thought in my mind: get away from Ronan. As far as possible. Before he changed his mind and decided he hadn’t had enough.

I ran harder, heart pounding, lungs burning. My injured leg screamed with every step, but I ignored it.

So I didn’t see the man coming out of the private consultation room.

Not until I slammed straight into him.

The impact jolted me back, and I nearly fell to the floor–but a strong arm snapped around my waist, steadying me before I hit the ground.

“Riley.”

That voice.

Familiar. Sof. Careful.

Terrifying.

I looked up and found myself staring into Maddox’s eyes.

His amber gaze reflected the panic in mine, like he’d already seen the fear before I even knew it was there.

He reached for me like I was something fragile.

But all I felt was revulsion.

I shoved him away with all the strength I had left.

He barely budged, but he let go. I turned without a word and tried to walk away, only to feel his hand clamp down on my

Wri

Firm. Unyielding

Just like him in the courtroom five years ago.

ago.

“You’re hurt,” he said, voice low, gaze flicking to the blood on my forehead. There was a flicker of something–guilt? Concern? I didn’t care,

He had no right to look at me like that.

No right to act like I mattered.

Who did this to you?” he asked, eyes narrowing. “Tell me, Riley, I’ll make them pay.”

I almost laughed.

He was serious. He thought this was how it worked.

1:35 PM ·

Chapter 24

+8 Pearls

But I remembered it all–how he had stood across from me in the Court of Elders, not beside me. How his voice, once soft and warm, became the blade that slit my throat,

He was the one who defended Scarlett. Who called me a liar. Who listed every false accusation like it was scripture, until they caged me like a rogue and threw away the key.

He could’ve been my shield.

Instead, he helped gut me alive.

Now he wanted to protect me?

I kept my eyes on the floor, silent,

“You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?” His voice cracked.

He didn’t wait for an answer. “I had my reasons, Riley, I didn’t want to hurt you. I had no choice–please, just let me explain.”

Explain?

As if an explanation could give me back the years I lost.

As if words could fix a shattered leg, a deaf car, a missing kidney.

As if anything could erase the humiliation of sining in that courtroom, looking into his eyes, and realizing I was completely

alone.

I tried to pull away again, but his grip didn’t loosen.

So I lifted my gaze and looked him in the eye.

Cold. Empty. Done.

“Let go,” I said flatly.

Vithout thinking. I yanked my head to the side–and slammed it into the wall.

“Let go I hissed, blood running down my chin. “Or do I keep going?”

3:35 PM

“You think I won’t? I slammed my head again. Thud.

And again. Thud.

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