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My Mate Poisoned My Alpha Father for Power

Betrayal shatters a young werewolf's world when her own fated mate poisons her father to seize control of the pack. Driven by a ruthless thirst for dominance, he destroys her family and leaves her life in ruins. Now, she must navigate a dangerous path of heartbreak and survival. Can she find the strength to reclaim her legacy from the man she was destined to love, or will his dark ambition consume everything she holds dear?
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Chapter 2

The morning after the Moon Festival, I stood before the Council of Elders, my hands steady despite the storm raging inside me. The emergency meeting had been called at dawn, the circular chamber filled with the pack's oldest and wisest wolves. Their faces reflected varying degrees of shock and concern.

"Emma Spencer," Elder Donovan Webb addressed me, his weathered face solemn. "You've called us here with grave accusations against your former mate and our Beta. These are serious charges."

I nodded, feeling my wolf stir beneath my skin. She was stronger now, more present than ever before.

"I have evidence that Jax Patterson has systematically stolen from our pack for years," I said, my voice carrying across the chamber. "And that he's been colluding with rogues to undermine our territory."

Renata stood beside me, her legal training evident in her composed demeanor. "The evidence is substantial," she added, opening a leather portfolio. "Financial records, communications, and witness testimonies."

Jax was brought in, flanked by Mario's enforcers. His usual confidence had cracked, but he still maintained a facade of innocence.

"This is absurd," he protested, his eyes darting around the room. "Emma is clearly distraught over our separation. She's fabricating these accusations out of jealousy."

Phoebe burst through the door, her face streaked with tears. "You can't do this!" she cried. "Jax has done nothing wrong! He loves me, not her!"

I remained unmoved as Renata presented the ledger I'd found. Page after page of transactions diverting pack resources to offshore accounts. Territory promises made to neighboring alphas in exchange for support.

"These are serious violations of pack law," Elder Donovan said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "And the communications with rogues..."

"Show them," I commanded, nodding to Renata.

She produced intercepted messages between Jax and known rogue leaders, planning border incursions and resource thefts.

The evidence was irrefutable. Even Phoebe's hysterical denials couldn't counter the documented proof.

"Jax Patterson," Elder Donovan pronounced, "you are hereby stripped of your Beta title and all privileges within the Silver Moon Pack. You will be confined to the silver-lined dungeons until further notice."

Two warriors seized Jax as he lunged toward me, his face contorted with rage. "This isn't over," he hissed. "You have no idea what's coming."

---

I was still processing the morning's events when Mario burst into my father's study, where Renata and I were reviewing pack security protocols.

"Alpha Marcus collapsed," he reported, his face grim. "The Pack Healer is with him now."

We rushed to my father's quarters, finding him on his bed, pale and trembling. Black blood stained his lips.

"Emma," he whispered, reaching for me with a shaking hand.

The Pack Healer, an older she-wolf named Sarah, looked up from her examination. Her expression confirmed my worst fears.

"It's wolfsbane poisoning," she said quietly. "A rare strain, administered in small doses over months."

I took my father's hand, feeling how cold it had become. "Can you cure it?"

Sarah hesitated. "This particular strain... it's magical in nature. I can slow its progression, but..."

"But what?"

"The antidote is extremely rare," she admitted. "And usually controlled by those who create the poison."

My mind raced back to Jax's threat. This wasn't just about rejection or even pack resources. This was something far more sinister.

"Who would do this?" Renata asked, her voice tight with anger.

Before I could respond, a young Delta burst into the room.

"A messenger at the border," he announced breathlessly. "Bearing the crest of the Blood River Alliance."

---

The messenger stood at the edge of our territory, flanked by two of Blaze Murray's elite guards. His eyes widened slightly when I approached, clearly not expecting the Alpha's daughter to receive him personally.

"Emma Spencer," he greeted me with a formal bow. "I bring a message from Alpha King Blaze Murray."

I kept my expression neutral as he produced an ornate scroll bearing the Blood River seal.

"Alpha King Blaze extends his condolences for your father's... condition," he said, his tone suggesting anything but sympathy. "And offers a solution."

The scroll contained Blaze's handwriting—elegant and menacing:

*The antidote for your father's poisoning exists only within Blood River territory. In exchange for this cure, you will surrender yourself to my harem as a concubine, and the Silver Moon Pack will sign a treaty of vassalage.*

*Your father has three days to live. Choose wisely.*

The messenger watched me closely. "Alpha King Blaze awaits your response."

I felt my wolf surge forward, a growl building in my throat. But beneath my rage was cold calculation. This wasn't just about Jax anymore. This was about something far larger—and far more dangerous.

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