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Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Two - Truth Is Hard, Just Like A Ripped Heart

KARA

"Well, well, well," he chuckled and I snarled at him, "Traitor."

He laughed, "I spent so long to get the Alpha title, and you ruined it!" We circled around and stared intently at each other, like we're some five-star meal.

"The title was rightfully mine. My father entrusted his children to lead like him. I won't let scumbags like you take it away from the Manfred family."

He lunged at me when I finished and I merely dodged. He came, sending a punch straight to my jaw and I swiped his leg from beneath him, sending him to the ground. He came back up and tossed another punch, this time to my stomach. It hurt from the previous wound and I lost my balance, falling to the floor.

"Stop it!" my Alpha voice came out but no effect was taken. The hell?!

He pulled me by my leg and threw me against the table, breaking it with my body. I could feel bones start to crack from the impact, but paid no mind to it. Getting up, I took a chair and flung it to him. He used his arms to block, but it broke when it collided with him.

"Halt!" Nothing. Why isn't my voice working on him?!

He was laying on the floor, but took a piece of the broken wooden chair and threw it in my direction, piercing my shoulder. I pulled it out and the wound closed as it wasn't deep.

Francis already got to me and he twisted my arm behind my back. I kicked his kneecap and could hear a satisfying crunch. Using his distraction against him, I elbowed his liver and he let go of my arm.

Turning around, I took his head and threw it harshly back on the ground. I repeated the action until I saw the blood start to seep out and a cracking dent on the concrete.

He held my collar as I grabbed his and he flipped us around. He started throwing punches left and right. I felt multiple rib bones either crack or break, blood was coming out of my nose, my lip was cut, and the side of my head was stained red.

I grabbed his coming punch and twisted it before pushing him to the side. Flinging punches and kicks at him, he gripped my collar and we were standing with his forearm on my neck, putting pressure and I thrashed in his hold.

Suddenly a stinging pain came from my side, only then I noticed that he had his claws in my flesh. He whispered in my ear, "Your father's a liar. He lied to you, to your brother, to his mate, to the pack, to the whole world."

I stopped moving to give him a glance, "He wouldn't, he's a great leader and he wouldn't do anything illegal."

I heard him snicker, "Why don't I tell you the whole truth about his 'great leadership'?"

He slammed me into the ground and held me at my neck, his nails slowly elongating into claws, so when I move, I'll get hurt badly.

"Your father, Carl, was what everyone thought is the 'golden Alpha'. Having a 'great' heart, he never waged war or punished omegas. That's because he didn't need to."

My eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

"Let me finish," he growled and I internally rolled my eyes. He continued, "He didn't need to because the rogues never once attacked the pack, giving him a big advantage. Why didn't the rogues attack, you ask?"

I nodded and he answered, "It's because he sold them drugs. Cocaine, meth, heroin, marijuana, you name it. He sold them in exchange for money and no attacks on the pack. He wanted the money, and selling drugs was the quickest and easiest backdoor to it. He lied to everyone, his mate, the Council, no one knew."

"How did you get to know this info?"

"I saw the exchange happen. He gave them boxes and boxes of drugs and they gave him wads and wads of cash. How do you think the money in the pack came from?"

He had a point. Money couldn't have appeared out of thin air.

"How did my father die?" I said, trying to get his hand off my neck but he didn't budge. He just continued, "He was supposed to get an order out, but kept delaying until the rogues took it upon themselves to finish the job. They sent an assassin to kill him after his supposed son, you, were born, so you would turn into an orphan, knowing nothing about its background."

My father, a drug dealer, a bag of shit.

"So that's the 'golden Alpha'. Now, it's time to end you."

He landed a blow on my liver and I almost fainted from the impact, almost.

I ripped his claw away from my throat, knowing that it would cut it, but the wound wasn't deep. I pushed him onto his back and shoved my claws into his shoulder, blood exploding out. He let out an agonizing yell and I pulled it out.

Wanting him to die a painful death, I dug my hand into his chest, breaking the rib bones in the way, ripping through the lungs and pulling his heart out of his body.

"I didn't know you would have a heart."

Squeezing the organ in front of his fearful eyes, the droplets of blood rained down on his face as he died.

At my hands.

I tossed the scrunched up heart to the side and looked at him before decapitating him with my claws. Grabbing his head from his hair, I exited the bloodied and destroyed cafeteria and escaped towards the exit.

The adrenaline rush subsided and only then I knew how much damage Francis actually inflicted on me. My whole body was hurt and my clothes were torn so you could see the bruises and cuts. I already taste the metallic taste in my mouth from the cut lip.

Getting out of the building, I saw everyone already gathering in their groups. All medics were tending to everyone's wounds but who caught my eye were my mates.

Connor and Edward laid on stretchers getting help, while Jake sat on the ground next to them with a blanket and my cape around his shoulders. Before I could take a step towards them, a voice alerted me and my eyes snapped to a particular blonde.

Christian was thrashing in the hold of wizards, just like what Alice saw. He felt my gaze on him and our eyes met. His eyes were filled with guilt as he silently begged for me to help. I gave him a frown before turning back to the group of people and tossed the head in my hand towards them.

Just as I suspected, they gasped and looked up to see me. A wizard medic ran to me, "Alpha, you're hurt. Let's get you to a stretcher."

I smiled and shook my hand, "I'll get help after announcements."

He nodded and bowed before leaving. The Council surrounded me and I nodded at Uncle Charles.

He started speaking, "Tonight was a success. We took down the leader of the rogues," he glanced at the severed head on the ground, "and rescued three victims. Even though we have lost some of our people, but it's alright, as they are proudly looking at us from above."

Lone tears escaped the eyes of our people who lost their friends or families in this. Guilt washed over me as I landed my eyes on Ray. He lost a strong warrior and a close friend.

"Tonight is a night that will be known to the world. The sacrifices weren't for nothing. Without them, we wouldn't have the success tonight. Tonight will be written in all history books, a chapter of glory."

"We will continue on, staying strong for the people. Our people."

He glanced at us Councils and smiled.

"Now, it's time to head home," he announced to our people and they cheered.

Did you expect that twist about her father? I sure didn't when I was writing it. It just felt right to do that, call it a writer's intuition...? Thank you for choosing to read NOBT. Please leave a vote and comment! It means a lot to me.

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-Phantom