Chapter 130: The Daughter of a Monster
The survivors of the CrystalBay Full Moon Gala Massacre arrived the Republic of Altay. A country buried deep in the mountains between Mongolia and Russia. It was the Wolf Shifter Capital.
The young prince of the BloodMoon Pack. Ambrose was given his first picture of his target. A young girl the age of 3.
The princess with hair like ice and eyes like blood. The daughter of a monster.
"Blood for Blood. Life for a life. Only way his debt can be repaid is by losing what he loves most."
"Ambrose, you don’t have to live your life with a vendetta against them." Ursula said to him. "You could move forward and find peace like some of us are trying too."
She never told anyone why the night happened. She didn’t think the people can handle the fact their loved ones died because their Alpha and their Alpha King played with the wrong princess, breaking the truce their forefathers fought hard to make.
Since the night of the Gala, she was the one Ambrose gravitated toward, so she became the one to raise him. If he valued anyone’s opinion, it was her. Telling the people would put his life in danger, and she began to think of him as her own child.
And she was the closest thing to a mother he’d ever get.
For the last three years, he was rebuilding the pack, he was learning to lead. Making alliances. Despite his thirst for vengeance, he was making himself out to be a mighty fine leader.
He watched his target grow up. Watched her train. Watched her and waited. Waited for when he could take his revenge against the people who ruined his life. Who destroyed families. Waited for the day he’d make them pay.
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