You Want My Crown Fine Take the Trash Too (by Mountain River) novel Chapter 5

**Chapter 5**

I was far from being a saint. Today’s betrayal by Julia had ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore. There was no way I would allow her to walk away unscathed after what she had done.

Donovan, always the steadfast ally, shot me a fierce look that was both encouraging and challenging. “Do it, Sloane. Show them that our family does not tolerate bullying, not now, not ever,” he urged, his voice low yet filled with conviction.

My gaze was locked onto Julia, who was visibly quaking in her boots. I reached for the scissors she had carelessly used to snip away at my hair, and with measured steps, I approached her. The air was thick with tension, and I could see her stammering, “If you touch me, the Alpha will never forgive you…” Her voice trembled, betraying her bravado.

I didn’t waste my breath arguing. Instead, I seized a handful of her hair, and as she let out terrified screams, I swiftly snipped it into a chaotic mess. The sound of the scissors cutting through her locks was oddly satisfying.

“My hair!” she shrieked, her voice a mix of horror and disbelief.

Leaning in closer, I whispered into her ear, my voice dripping with venom, “Didn’t you say you wanted to ruin my face? To the extent that no werewolf would dare look my way again?”

Her eyes widened in shock, and I could see the color draining from her face, leaving her looking ghostly pale. She attempted to scramble backward, but I was relentless.

In that moment, I opened the crown box slowly, letting the glimmering silver crown catch the light. It sparkled brilliantly, a stark contrast to the disheveled mess Julia had become.

With deliberate calmness, I placed the crown atop my head, relishing the moment. I stepped closer to her, towering over her in a way that made her shrink back even further. “See? Doesn’t it look magnificent?” I taunted, a smirk playing on my lips.

Julia was too paralyzed by fear to respond, her eyes wide as saucers. Meanwhile, Falcon, still pinned to the floor, observed the scene unfold with a mix of disbelief and anger etched across his features.

He snarled up at Donovan, his voice dripping with indignation, “How dare you do this to us! I’ve already sent word to my father! When he arrives, you’ll all be dead!”

At Falcon’s feeble threat, Donovan merely chuckled, a sound that was both mocking and dismissive. He regarded Falcon as if he were nothing more than a clown. “Your father? Oh, please. Let’s see how he plans to deal with me.”

In front of everyone, Donovan dialed Falcon’s father, Walter Sterling. The moment Walter answered, his voice was laced with humility. “Lycan Chairman, to what do I owe the pleasure? Did something happen?”

In a fit of rage, Falcon turned to Donovan, his eyes wild with fury. “You’re only powerful because of your bloodline! Without the title of Lycan Chairman, you’re nothing!”

The instant those words left his lips, I could feel the tension shift in the room. Falcon had crossed a line that should have remained untouched.

Donovan had never taken kindly to anyone mentioning his bloodline. He was the illegitimate son of Dad, and though he had clawed his way to the top through sheer force, that one word had always been a thorn in his side.

His entire existence revolved around proving that true strength was not defined by heritage, but rather by willpower and determination. That was why he held such disdain for werewolves like Falcon, who believed that a fancy lineage equated to superiority.

Whether it was intentional or not, Falcon had struck the one nerve that should never be touched. Donovan’s expression darkened instantly, a storm brewing behind his eyes. For the first time, there was an unmistakable, lethal intent radiating from him.

The air in the jewelry shop grew heavy, the atmosphere thickening as if it had dropped to freezing temperatures.