The Tyrant Alphas’ Reborn Vengeful Queen

Episode 2

Nyra’s POV

Surely I heard wrong? What was going on?

My shut pupils dilated in terror and I tried to no avail to sit up.

This was not supposed to be another routine stem cell extraction especially not this now… the last one had just been a week ago.

Silas had said it was just going to be a minor transfer of my regenerative tissue to stabilize Zac until the next full moon.

So why were we going for a marrow transplant… talking as if my life no longer mattered?

What was Silas thinking?

I could feel the panic in the room which was a contrast to how calm my husband and sister were.

“s**t, her pulse is crashing!” I heard one of the doctors curse..

My breath was beginning to come in shallow, panicked gasps as tears spilled helplessly from the corners of my eyes into my hairline.

I couldn't move nor do anything but listen to the sound of my own body dying.

And through the thick haze of anesthesia, their voices drifted back to me.

Voices they must have thought I couldn't hear after all I was dying!

It was Silas but this time, his voice was cold and stripped of every ounce of tenderness I had ever known.

“I can’t tell you how exhausting it has been pretending to care… I could barely keep my excitement at bay today.”

My heart stopped.

No… I didn’t hear that.

I couldn't have.

Vanessa laughed softly. “Poor i***t, at least she’ll die believing you loved her.”

Her words slammed through me harder than the pain soaring through my body.

Nessa?

Why?

“You know fully well who my heart belongs to.” Silas replied, his voice now softer.

I didn’t want to listen anymore.

I didn't want to hear more than I already have.

But I couldn’t escape.

“Anyways she has served her purpose,” Silas continued. “Thankfully we had taken care of Alpha Rowan first so once she died, I became Alpha King and you will take her place as my Luna.”

I could feel my heart breaking into more pieces…

Vanessa gave a soft laugh, “What if she survives? She has been quite resilient during the other procedures and it is getting tiring.”

Silas scoffed, “She won’t and even if she does, we’ll put her through another round until she is seen by the council as unfit for the throne.”

“I can’t wait to be with you…, hiding the fact that Zac is mine was hard but Dumb Nyra made it easy.”

Silas chuckled and it seemed like he pulled her closer.

“You know I’ve missed you so much baby.”

My heart stuttered but they weren’t done with me.

Vanessa clicked her tongue, “Honestly, the single fact that she never realized Zac was never ill at all makes me question how she survived this long, her dad was right… his daughter was as gullible as he thought.”

A loud ringing exploded in my ears.

Zac wasn’t sick?

Silas chuckled darkly, “Or we are just better actors.”

Another kiss.

This was a night mare!

“Nah… let’s give accolades to the suppressants that worked perfectly.”

“A fever here… a collapse there with enough bloodwork manipulation and she kept volunteering like the obedient fool she is.”

All those surgeries? All those nights vomiting blood and those tears I had shed for little Zac was all a lie?

Every single thing had been a lie.

These sick people had used a child as bait and used my love as a leash.

I wanted to lunge off the table and claw Silas’s face open… to rip Vanessa’s lying tongue from her mouth.

But I couldn’t even twitch… I was forced to do nothing but listen as they laughed more about how easy it was to deceive me.

“How about a dinner date tonight, we don’t have to play hide and seek anymore.”

I heard one of the doctors say to Silas interrupting their yapping session, “We have removed it all, what next Alpha?”

“Put her to sleep, she’s useless anyway.”

Wait!!!

Please noo!

My internal screams weren't helping.

I haven’t done anything to deserve this form of death.

Memories crashed into me as I laid on my death bed.

My late father, standing in his office a day after my wedding.

I had just asked him to sign off my shares to my Silas since we were now married.

‘It’s not too late to back out of this Nyra, Silas is clearly using you.’

The other time I had told him Vanessa was going to be on the council with me as my right hand woman and he had lost it.

‘I don’t get why you choose to hang around Vanessa even after you have seen how clearly she envies what belongs to you.’

I had screamed at him then and accused him of being so cruel and void of love not to see when someone else is being loved.

I had chosen Silas and Vanessa.

Three months later, Dad died of a mysterious illness.

A broken sob echoed silently inside my head.

I had chosen this as my fate.

‘Oh daddy, I’m so sorry… I was wrong.’

I knew I was dying but the thought that I had caused it myself caused my chest to tighten more painfully.

As my heartbeat slowed, I felt rage unlike anything I had ever known… I hated the idea of going like a church rat while the people I had sacrificed everything for watched in delight.

And the thought of what life meant for Zac…

I didn’t want to die, not after finding out that I had been so blind to the truth around me.

The monitor beside me gave a long shrill beep but I could still feel the rage surge through what remained of my consciousness.

And with that little strength, my heavy heart cried out to the only one that could hear me, ‘Please… goddess of the moon…. hear my cry.’

My chest tightened in fury as more memories flashed, from Zac’s fragile smile and warm hugs to the healer's lies to Sila's evil love and my sister's comforting words…

The worst betrayal of them all was hers.

‘They had mistaken my sacrifices for weakness and trampled on my love… just one more chance.’

‘They had to pay.’ and with that, there was nothing…

No pain or panicked voices…just darkness.

It felt like I was floating in endless silence.

Was this all that remained after death?

A sob escaped my throat but nothing resounded…

A distant feminine hum filled the void like a surrounding sound, breaking the silence.

“No descendant of mine dies begging.”

It felt wrong to make a noise in her presence so I stayed calm in reverence.

“You asked for justice, my daughter Nyra Celestine Thorne of Blood Moon pack…”

I couldn’t see it but I felt her hands touch me softly on my chest.

“Now make haste and go!”

I felt heat ignite through me.

At first it was a spark then an inferno tearing through every inch of my being.

A scream escaped my throat and at the same time, the black void cracked apart.

“Make them pay!”