Mated To The Crippled Alpha-Chapter 260: Bare Secrets

I hadn’t planned to expose everything that day.

My original intention was to wait until Camilla stood in this house herself. I wanted her mask to fall in front of the very people she had deceived. But too many lives had already been lost. Both the Morrigans pack and the Hale pack had suffered heavy blows. And the organization behind Camilla was still moving in the shadows.

There was no point in waiting anymore.

Malcom sat slumped on the couch, his face drained of all color. His body looked weak, like the strength had been pulled out of him. For a moment, I thought he would slide off the edge. Greg rushed forward and steadied him.

The house felt different from the last time I had been here. The pack energy was scattered. No unity. No warmth. Just grief hanging in the air.

Then Kate came down the stairs.

She looked smaller somehow. Her shoulders were hunched, her steps slow. Her eyes were swollen from crying.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Mom, it’s nothing," Greg said quickly. "Go back to your room and rest." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

But she ignored him. She walked straight to us and pulled the report from his shaking hands.

As she read it, the silence grew heavy. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted. The paper trembled between her fingers. Then tears began to fall, one after another, soaking into the ink.

With a broken scream, she collapsed onto the floor, clutching the report to her chest.

"How could this happen?" she cried. "If Camilla isn’t real... then where is my daughter? What did we do to Elena?"

Malcom covered his head with both hands, rocking slightly.

"So... Mom’s sudden hospital visit was because of this?" he muttered. "That day she called me, I was busy. I hung up on her. She must have wanted to tell me the truth. It was Camilla..."

"Yes," I said quietly, though my tone carried no softness. "It was Camilla. She and Vicky are part of the same organization. They targeted both your pack and the Hale pack."

Lewis stood beside me, silent but firm. His presence filled the room without aggression. Dominance without shouting. A reminder that this was not just grief this was strategy.

"Camilla got close to Luke to create distance between you and me," I continued. "Because of your indifference, Elena’s death was not reported immediately. A month passed. Evidence disappeared. Her death became a mystery."

Every word felt like tearing open an old wound.

"After that, she moved on to other members of your pack. Nolan. Jake. The accident that almost wiped out your entire family. None of it was random."

Greg’s fists clenched.

Kate slapped her own face suddenly, again and again. "It’s my fault! I killed my daughter!"

Her cries echoed through the empty living room.

"She warned us about Camilla. She tried to tell us. But we didn’t listen. We chose Camilla over Elena. If she can see us now... she must be so disappointed."

Disappointed.

If only it had been that simple.

Back then, I had watched everything from a place no one could reach. I saw their coldness. Their favoritism. Their silence. I screamed, but no sound came out.

It wasn’t disappointment.

It was despair.

"Mrs. Morrigan," I said steadily, forcing the conversation back to what mattered. "The past cannot be changed. Elena is gone. What matters now is survival. This organization is targeting both your pack and ours. If we don’t work together, more blood will spill."

Malcom slowly lifted his head. "Could this be from my mother’s time? From Mrs. liora’s era?"

"There were many enemies," he said with a bitter laugh. "Back when the country was unstable, people did anything to rise. My mother moved between government and underground forces. She was powerful. Many feared us. Just as many hated us."

I watched his face carefully, hoping a name would surface.

Nothing.

"It’s alright," I said. "Take your time. Think carefully. Write down anyone suspicious. Especially anyone connected to the name Blackwell."

Malcom nodded weakly. "Okay."

At that moment, a maid entered quietly with a bowl of warm milk.

"Mrs. Morrigan, your milk."

Kate accepted it absentmindedly. Her hands still trembled. She stared at the bowl as if she could not see clearly anymore. Slowly, she lifted a spoon.

I looked at the bowl.

I recognized it instantly.

The scent was faint. Almost gone. But not to me.

"Mrs. Morrigan," I said casually, though my heart felt cold, "aren’t you afraid of having nightmares using that bowl every night?"

Everyone froze.

"What do you mean?" Greg asked sharply.

"Did Camilla poison it?" someone whispered.

Given Camilla’s history, poison would have been the obvious answer.

I shook my head.

"No. It’s not poisoned."

Kate let out a shaky breath. "You frightened me..."

I kept my eyes on the bowl.

"It’s just that," I added calmly, "your daughter’s ashes are mixed into it."

Kate screamed.

The bowl slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor. Milk spread across the tiles like something spilled from a ritual gone wrong.

Malcom’s face hardened with disbelief. "Mrs. Hale... are you certain?"

No one knew better than I did.

The bond between my past and present life pulsed faintly in my chest.

"I’m certain," I said quietly. "Camilla turned Elena’s skin into a book cover. She used her ashes in bowls and plates. She carved beads from her bones. Her remains were hidden inside statues. Even her eyes were used in wax figures."

The room seemed to spin.

Before I could finish, Kate ran toward the bathroom, retching violently.

Malcom, who had only been weeping before, now broke completely.

"Elena..." he sobbed. "You died so horribly..."

His grief filled the room like a storm.

Lewis’s hand closed around mine.

Firm. Steady.

The bond between us grounded me, reminding me that I was no longer powerless.

This was not just about exposing an impostor.

It was about tearing down the darkness hiding behind her.

And this time, I would not be the one watching helplessly from the shadows.