who did it 65
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Chapter 65
Court POV
I didn’t wait. The moment I got back, I stormed straight through the house, the book clutched tightly in my hand. Servants moved out of my way, some calling my name, but I ignored all of them. There was only one person I needed to see. “Where is she?” I snapped at one of the guards.
“My…my lady is in her chambers,” I didn’t let him finish. I shoved the doors open without knocking,My mother stood near the window, calm as ever, like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like she hadn’t lied to me my entire life.
“Court,” she said smoothly, turning to face me. “You’re back early.”
I didn’t answer. I threw the book across the room. It hit the wall with a loud thud before dropping to the floor between us. Her eyes flicked down to it. And for the first time, she froze.
“What is this?” I demanded, my voice sharp. Silence. Too much silence. Finally, she stepped forward slowly, her gaze never leaving the book.
“Where did you get that?” she asked quietly. I laughed bitterly.
“That’s your question?” I snapped. “Not why do I have it? Not what did I read?”
Her jaw tightened. “Answer me, Court.”
“No,” I shot back. “You answer me.”
I stepped closer, anger boiling over. “Was my father betrayed?”
Her eyes flicked up to mine. And that was all the answer I needed.
“Yes or no!” I shouted.
“…Yes.”
The word hit like a punch to the chest. My hands clenched into fists.
“You told me he died in battle,” I said, my voice shaking now not from fear, but from rage. “You told me he was a hero.”
“He was a hero,” she said sharply.
“Then why lie?!” I yelled.
“Because the truth would have gotten you killed!” she snapped back.
The room fell into silence. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I stared at her. “Who did it?” I demanded. She didn’t answer.
“WHO DID IT?!” I roared.
“Enough!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. The air shifted, heavy, dangerous. Her power pressed against mine, a clear warning. But I didn’t back down. Not this time.
“They set him up,” I said, my voice lower now, deadly. “Multiple Alphas. A meeting. A trap.”
Her silence confirmed everything. “They’re still out there,” I continued. “The ones who killed him. The ones who lied.” She closed her eyes for a brief moment.
“Court…” she said, softer now. “You don’t understand what you’re walking into.”
“Then make me understand,” I snapped. Her eyes opened again, filled with something I hadn’t seen before. Fear.
“They will kill you,” she said quietly. “The moment they realize you know.”
I stepped even closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“Then maybe they should have finished the job.” Her expression cracked. Just for a second.
“I’m not staying out of this,” I said. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”
“I am your mother,” she said firmly.
“And I’m his son,” I shot back. Silence. Heavy. Final.
“I’m going to find out what happened,” I said. “With or without you.”
I turned, heading for the door.
“Court,” she called. I stopped, but I didn’t turn around. “If you walk out that door,” she said quietly, “there’s no going back.” My hand tightened on the door handle. “Good,” I said. And then I walked out.
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