Chapter 199: Family Feuds
Chapter 199 of "Mated To The Crippled Alpha" unveils a new twist: I walked to Lewisâs side.Only then did I notice Silas lying on the floor near... See what happens!
I walked to Lewisâs side.Only then did I notice Silas lying on the floor near my feet.
Blood soaked through his shirt. His face was swollen beyond recognition. No one had treated him. He looked like something discarded after a fight for territory.
Earlier, I had only glanced at him.
Now I allowed myself to really look.
His injuries were worse than before. After the police left, someone must have dragged him into a blind corner and beaten him again. The scent of blood was thick. Heavy.
He lay there barely moving, chest rising so faintly it was almost invisible.
I widened my eyes on purpose.
"Oh my God," I said softly. "Is he dead? Heâs covered in blood. Thatâs terrifying."
"No," Fiona replied lazily, examining her polished nails. "Heâs still breathing. Barely."
"How can we just let him lie there?" I insisted. "What if he dies here? We need a doctor."
I would never let him die that easily.
He owed me.
He had taken my life once. That debt was still unpaid.
Fiona glanced at me with mild interest. "Mrs. Hale, youâre too kind. Thatâs your rivalâs lover. Shouldnât we just get rid of him?"
Her tone was light, but there was steel underneath. In this world, when someone disgraced the pack, mercy was optional.
"Mrs. Hudson," I said calmly, "no matter what he did with Ms. Morrigan, heâs still a person. Lewis, have someone check on him. We canât let him die here."
Lewis didnât question me.
"Okay," he said simply.
Theo signaled two men. They lifted Silas and dragged him out.
I caught the faintest breath of relief from Camilla.
Did she really think I was saving him for her sake?
At Hale Hospital, under the excuse of treatment, Silas would fall into our territory. Once inside, he wouldnât leave without giving us something.
Information. Names. The shadow behind him.
If we had tried to capture him openly, it would have alerted whoever stood behind him.
But now?
This was perfect.
And in front of everyone, I gained the reputation of mercy.
Fiona gestured for the door to close.
The air in the room shifted. No outsiders. Only the core families.
She looked directly at Lewis.
"Mr. Lewis," she said, voice cool, "our family has been humiliated today. We were played. With the Hales present, tell us how do you intend to handle this?"
Malcom, his eye already bruised purple, shifted uncomfortably.
"Fiona, this isnât entirely on us," he snapped. "We donât even know how Camilla got involved with that servant. And letâs not pretend this marriage was genuine. You wanted to stage it to cover the scandal. We had already agreed there would be no real bond. Now youâre pushing all the blame onto my family? Thatâs not fair."
Bang.
Anthony slammed his hand on the table.
"You still dare speak?" he barked. "You raised a shameless daughter who dragged our packâs name through the mud. This isnât over."
Malcom didnât retreat.
He was a businessman. He could already see what the Hudson family wanted compensation. Territory. Money.
But once a bond collapsed like this, there would be no future alliance.
Why should he bleed resources for nothing?
"Mr. Hudson," Malcom said coldly, "youâve always called this a staged union. You didnât even register the marriage officially. And now youâre acting like it was sacred? Fine. Weâll return every wedding gift. Letâs call it even."
"Even?" Anthonyâs face turned red. "Now I see where your daughter learned her character. Like father, like daughter."
Malcomâs eyes sharpened.
"And your son?" he countered. "Is he pure? Should I show everyone how your heir spends his nights?"
He threw a stack of photos onto the table.
Yenick, in clubs. Different women. Drinks. Arms around waists.
The scent of tension spiked.
"Heâs always surrounded by women," Malcom continued. "They werenât truly bonded. And you expect my daughter to guard herself like a saint? Thatâs laughable."
"Youâre shameless!" Anthony roared.
"Same to you," Malcom shot back. "At least my daughter had one affair. Your son has many. The only difference is hers was exposed. If you want, I can make sure the rest come to light."
"Iâm not threatening," Malcom added coldly. "Iâm negotiating. By tonight, Iâll return every gift. And thatâs the end."
Fiona pointed at him, fury burning in her eyes.
"You Morrigans are nothing but thieves. No wonder your family keeps meeting misfortune. Rotten bloodline."
That crossed a line.
I saw the flash in Malcomâs eyes.
The Hudson family stormed out soon after.
But the air they left behind was thick with something unfinished.
The worst part?
Everything the Hudsons had said was true.
And Julian couldnât deny a single word.
When they finally left, only the Morrigans and Hales remained in the room. The air felt heavy, like after a failed territorial negotiation.
Julian had been silent the entire time.
Too silent.
Malcom cleared his throat, trying to regain some pride. "The Hudsons have no class. At least we avoided sending Camilla into that pack. We dodged a disaster."
No one responded.
His words fell flat.
Julian moved.
Slow steps. Controlled. But I could feel the shift in him. That low, simmering dominance that comes out when an Alpha feels mocked.
He stopped in front of Camilla.
She was sitting on the hospital bed, face swollen, eyes red from crying. She didnât look graceful anymore. She looked cornered.
Julian looked down at her.
"Who is the father of the child in your womb?"
His voice was sharp. No warmth. No protection.
Camillaâs tears fell harder. "Julian... even you doubt me? Lincy framed me. Thereâs nothing between me and that servant."
Julianâs jaw tightened.
"Enough," he snapped. "I donât care about the kissing. I donât care about other men. I want one answer. Whose child is it?"
The room went silent.
"Julian," Camilla whispered, reaching for him, "of course itâs yours. That night, we "
"You know how my daughter feels about you," Malcom cut in quickly. "You two grew up together. Sheâs always been loyal. How can you question her like this?"
Lewis gave a low, cold laugh.
"The video was clear," he said calmly. "She kissed him first. That wasnât edited."
There was no emotion in his tone.
Just fact.
Malcom tried another angle. "Weâll know if it carries Hale blood when itâs born."
Julian didnât even blink.
"Thereâs no need to wait months," he said. "Weâll do an amniocentesis. DNA doesnât lie."
Malcom stiffened. "Julian, look at her condition. Sheâs been beaten. You want to put her through that now? After all these years together, canât you wait? Doctors donât recommend that test unless necessary."
Julianâs eyes were cold.
"Thatâs your concern. Not mine."
Then he turned slightly toward Lewis.
"Uncle Lewis. Your thoughts?"
Lewis glanced at Camilla.
Then at Julian.
His gaze was steady. Calculating.
"Theo," he said calmly, "find a reliable doctor. Bring them here. If sheâs stable, we proceed as soon as possible."
"Understood."
Camillaâs breathing became uneven.
I could smell her fear now. Sharp. Bitter.
A doctor arrived soon after, escorted by guards. The examination was thorough. Professional. Silent.
Julian stood there like a statue.
"Doctor?" he pressed. "Can it be done?"
The doctor removed his mask. "Ms. Morriganâs condition is stable enough. We can perform the procedure tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Julianâs voice dropped lower. "No. I donât want to wait. Do it today."
The doctor hesitated only a second. "Understood. Iâll arrange it immediately."
Camilla broke down completely.
"Julian," she sobbed, "do you really not trust me?"
Julian stepped closer.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
His voice was cold enough to freeze bone.
"I want to see with my own eyes," he said slowly, "whose bastard youâre carrying."