Chapter 5
1660 Words
Samantha's POV
For half a second, the corridor remained frozen.
Then Amanda burst into laughter.
It started as a sharp, disbelieving chuckle—then exploded into something loud and uncontrollable.
"Did you hear that?" she cried, clutching her stomach dramatically. "She says she's Andrew's mother!"
The crowd erupted.
Laughter echoed against the marble walls.
"First she claims she's Serena—"
"And now she upgrades herself to his mother?"
"Unbelievable!"
"She really has no bottom line!"
Amanda wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye. "So this is your new strategy? When being the shameless homewrecker doesn't work, you pretend to be his mom?"
Someone from the back shouted, "Does she even know what Andrew's mother looks like?"
"I heard his mother lives abroad!"
"Yeah, she's a respected elder—elegant, dignified. Not… this."
Their eyes raked over me—water-stained blouse, cream smeared across my face, hair tangled and damp.
"Look at her."
"Pathetic."
"A liar."
"A professional manipulator."
"You're disgusting," Amanda said, stepping closer and pointing down at me. "You knew you were exposed as Serena, so now you invent a bigger lie? You're not just shameless—you're delusional."
Each denial only made it worse.
"I'm not Serena," I said weakly.
Boos followed immediately.
"Still lying!"
"Unbelievable."
"She thinks we're idiots."
My voice trembled, but I forced myself to speak again. "You can call him. Call Andrew. Ask him if his mother, Samantha, is in his office."
The name hung in the air.
A ripple went through the crowd.
"Call him!" someone shouted eagerly.
"Yes, call Alpha Andrew!"
"Let's expose her right now!"
Amanda's jaw tightened. For a fraction of a second, something uncertain flickered in her eyes—but pride pushed it down.
"Fine," she snapped. "Let's end this farce."
She pulled out her phone.
The hallway grew silent again.
Even the guards at the far end leaned in slightly.
Amanda tapped Andrew's number and put the call on speaker.
The dial tone rang out.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No answer.
Murmurs began again.
"See?"
"He's ignoring it."
"Of course he wouldn't answer the call."
Amanda's confidence returned. She smirked down at me. "Looks like your imaginary son is busy."
The phone continued ringing.
My heart pounded so hard I thought I might faint.
Please.
Please answer.
The call nearly timed out.
My vision blurred.
This was my last chance.
If he didn't pick up—
Click.
The line connected.
A low, steady voice came through the speaker.
"Why are you calling repeatedly?"
The corridor froze.
It was Andrew.
Amanda put the phone on speaker.
Andrew's voice came through sharp and commanding, the cold authority of an Alpha filling the room even through a thin signal.
She lowered her tone, feigning innocence."Andrew… are you aware that your mother is here to see you? She's standing right in front of—"
She didn't get to finish.
"That's impossible." His voice cut across hers like a blade. "My mother is at home. I'm in the middle of negotiations. Don't interrupt me with ridiculous theatrics at a critical moment."
The line went dead before Amanda could respond.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
For a second, no one moved.
Then Amanda slowly lowered the phone, her lips curling.
I felt the world tilt beneath my feet.
"No… no, he doesn't know I'm here," I whispered, shaking my head. "He doesn't know. That's why he said that. He doesn't—"
A hard kick slammed into my chest.
Air tore from my lungs as I hit the floor, pain exploding through my ribs. My scream echoed against the marble walls.
Amanda looked down at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
"Still lying?" she sneered. "Did you all hear that? She tried to impersonate his mother."
Laughter erupted around us—sharp, cruel, merciless.
"She's insane."
"Trying to trap the Alpha with fake blood ties?"
"How pathetic can you get?"
"I told you she's a fraud."
I tried to push myself up, but a heel pressed into my shoulder and shoved me back down. Someone grabbed my arms from behind, pinning them against the cold floor.
"Let go of me!" I gasped. "I'm telling the truth! I am his mother—"
A hand fisted into my coat and yanked me forward so violently the buttons scattered across the floor.
The tearing sound was loud. Final.
Fabric split open under greedy hands.
"No!" I struggled, but there were too many of them.
One person held my wrists. Another twisted my hair back, forcing my head up. Someone else gripped the hem of my blouse and ripped.
The cloth gave way with a brutal snap.
Cold air struck my skin.
Their laughter grew louder.
"Look at her."
"She actually thought she could walk in here and claim that title?"
"Disgusting."
My coat was gone. My blouse hung in shreds. Fingers clawed at the remaining fabric like vultures stripping a carcass.
I kicked, but my legs were caught.
Another violent pull—and the rest of my clothes tore away, falling to the floor in ruined pieces.
I was left trembling in nothing but my undergarments, exposed under the glaring lights, surrounded by a ring of hostile faces.
My skin burned with humiliation far worse than the pain in my ribs.
"Please…" My voice broke. "He would never let you do this if he knew."
Amanda crouched in front of me, her manicured nails lifting my chin.
"He already chose not to believe you," she said softly, almost sweetly. "You heard him. He doesn't even acknowledge you."
Her hand shoved me backward.
Someone poured a bucket of ice-cold water over me.
I choked as it drenched my hair and skin, soaking the thin fabric that barely covered me, turning it translucent.
More laughter.
A foot pressed between my shoulder blades, forcing my face toward the floor.
"You wanted attention?" someone mocked. "Now you have it."
I could feel hands gripping my arms, my waist, holding me down like prey beneath a pack.
I was alone.
One against many.
My strength meant nothing under the weight of them.
Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to beg again.
"I… I want to see Andrew…"
My voice trembled so badly the words barely formed.
I clutched what remained of my torn blouse to my chest, trying desperately to cover myself.
Laughter burst around me.
"See Andrew?" someone mocked.
"She still thinks she has the right."
Another voice snorted. "Look at her body though… not bad."
"Yeah," a woman sneered. "She does have a figure."
"Maybe that's how she planned to climb into the Alpha's bed."
The laughter grew louder.
Amanda tilted her head, studying me with open contempt.
"Is that what you were relying on?" she asked sweetly. "A few curves and a desperate lie?"
Heat burned across my face.
Humiliation crushed the last of my strength.
Then a voice from the back shouted, "Why don't we dump her at the Rogue Pack's border? I'm sure they'll appreciate that kind of… appearance."
The corridor erupted.
"Yes!"
"Drive her out!"
"Expel her!"
"She doesn't deserve to stay here!"
Before I could react, hands seized me again.
Two held my arms.
Another grabbed my legs.
I struggled weakly, but my body had no strength left.
They lifted me as if I weighed nothing.
My torn clothing shifted dangerously, and I curled inward, fighting to shield myself.
"Stop—please—" I gasped.
No one listened.
They carried me through the gates, through the path leading toward the outer territory.
The cold wind hit my skin.
My head swam.
Then—
Something soft fell over my shoulders.
A blanket.
I blinked weakly.
The young female assistant knelt beside me, her hands trembling as she wrapped it around me.
Her eyes were filled with helpless pity.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Get away from her!" someone snapped.
"Are you defending that b***h?"
"Traitor!"
The assistant flinched but didn't argue.
She stepped back, her face pale.
They continued dragging me forward.
The trees thinned.
The air shifted.
We had reached the border.
On the other side, several Rogue Pack men lingered near the boundary markers.
Rough.
Unkempt.
Their eyes sharpened when they saw the commotion.
Amanda raised her voice clearly.
"We're expelling this woman," she announced. "She tried to seduce Alpha Andrew and falsely claimed to be his mother."
A ripple of cruel amusement spread among the Rogues.
"She's yours to deal with," Amanda added coldly.
The crowd behind her began to cheer.
"Throw her over!"
"Let them handle her!"
My heart stopped.
I clutched the blanket tightly around myself.
"Please…" My voice cracked into sobs. "I really am Andrew's mother… I swear… please let me go…"
The Rogues laughed.
One of them stepped closer, slow and deliberate.
He reached out and tugged at the edge of the blanket.
I fought to hold it.
He yanked harder.
The fabric slipped from my grasp.
Cold air struck my exposed skin.
Their gazes darkened.
Hungry.
Predatory.
"No—!" I cried, curling inward, trying to shield myself.
The crowd behind Amanda roared with cruel excitement.
"She doesn't look so proud now!"
"Still claiming she's the Alpha's mother?"
"Maybe the Rogues can test that story."
The Rogue leader stepped forward.
He crouched in front of me.
His fingers gripped my chin, forcing my tear-streaked face upward.
I tried to pull away.
I had no strength left.
"Alpha's mother?" he mocked softly. "You don't look like royalty to me."
His hand slid downward—
And then—
A voice cut through the air like a blade.
"What are you doing?"
Everything froze.
The Rogue leader's hand stopped mid-motion.
The laughter died instantly.
Silence fell so suddenly it felt unnatural.
"Who," the voice continued—lower now, edged with frost—"dares to cause trouble at my border?"
The command rolled outward like a shockwave, each word carrying the weight of unquestionable authority.
It was Andrew.
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