Chapter 229: Not true
Chapter 229 of "Mated To The Crippled Alpha" opens revealing: Silas was the kind of man who never flinched.He stayed stone-faced through everything through the... Keep going!
Silas was the kind of man who never flinched.He stayed stone-faced through everything through the beating, through the threats, through the humiliation. Even when he bit off his own tongue, it didnât look like panic. It looked like a decision made with cold precision.
No matter how far we pushed him, he never begged. He never pleaded. He never showed fear.
And still... I couldnât stop the resentment burning in my chest.
He might have been following someone elseâs orders, but he was the one who ruined my life. Who knew how many lives were sitting on his conscience?
Now he was gone, just like that, and it felt too easy.
I gripped the fabric of my clothes until my fingers ached, frustration tightening my throat. We had watched every angle. Even when Sheila and Camilla got close to him, we kept eyes on them. His meals were handled by people we trusted. His room was controlled.
So how did he still end up dead?
Camilla couldnât accept it either.
She stroked Silasâs cold face with shaking fingers, tears falling onto his skin like she could warm him back to life. "Iâll take you with me," she whispered, voice cracking.
Then she tried to lift him.
She dragged his arms over her shoulders like she truly believed she could carry him away. But a body is heavy, and he was tall more than six feet and completely limp. No matter how she tugged, he didnât move an inch.
She didnât have the strength.
Adam noticed the blood spreading beneath her and rushed forward. His voice was urgent, almost pleading.
"Youâre pregnant, Camilla. Think about the baby. If you wonât do it for yourself, do it for your child. Silas is gone, but his son is still here. You have to protect him."
Camillaâs tears poured harder. Then she screamed, wild and desperate, "No! Heâs not dead! Heâs sleeping. He promised he would always be with me!"
The doctor arrived, and the staff tried to pull her back gently, talking over one another in panic.
"You need to focus on the baby."
"You canât lose that too."
"Youâre carrying his child."
"The baby..." Camilla repeated, like she was hearing the word for the first time.
Her hand flew to her stomach.
Only then did she look down and see the blood. So much of it. It had soaked into the floor beneath her knees.
Something in her face shifted shock snapping into terror.
She grabbed the doctorâs sleeve with both hands. "Please. Save my baby. I canât lose him. I already lost Silas... donât take my child too."
They had to pull her away.
Adam stood there afterward, eyes bloodshot, staring at Silasâs still body. A son who had never once called him Dad.
"What a curse," he whispered, and the grief in his voice made the room feel colder.
Heâd only had one child with his first wife. And Sheila after complications with her first pregnancy had never been able to have another, no matter how badly Adam wanted it. Silas was the missing piece theyâd lost for years.
Now Silas was dead.
The only hope left for an heir was Camillaâs unborn child.
Adam had already confirmed it was a boy.
He turned to the doctor like a man clinging to his last thread. "Make sure you save the child."
Everyone rushed to focus on Camilla, but I followed Theo back to Silas.
Up close, I saw it.
His lips had turned a deep, unsettling purple.
Poison.
The realization hit hard, sharp as a blade. Poison didnât just happen.
But where did it come from?
Neither Sheila nor Camilla had enough time alone with him. We didnât let anyone near his food. We watched his room. We watched the staff.
And yet he died under our roof.
"Autopsy," I said, my voice colder than I felt. "We need to know exactly what happened."
Theo nodded immediately. "Yes, maâam. Iâll make sure we get answers."
I trusted Theo. But I also knew this would fall on his shoulders. Silas dying in Hale territory would be treated like a failure, even if it wasnât one.
The entire house sank into chaos after that.
I heard Jeffrey skipped breakfast and went straight to the family chapel. When I found him, he was already kneeling, praying to ancestors that couldnât answer him.
"Jeffrey," I said gently, "your body isnât what it used to be. You have low blood sugar. Eat something first."
He looked up at me, eyes red and exhausted. "Riley... you came at the right time. Help me pray. Ask them to protect Camilla and the baby."
"Of course."
I took the incense, but my gaze snagged on something that sent a chill through me.
A memorial tablet with my name.
The Hales had placed it in their chapel under Julianâs wife.
Seeing my name carved like I belonged to the dead made my stomach twist. I lowered myself to kneel, trying to ignore the strange tightness in my chest.
Then a gust of wind swept through the room.
The candles flickered. The flames bent low. The incense smoke swirled like something had disturbed the air on purpose.
I barely had time to bow when a loud crash echoed across the chapel.
A tablet had fallen landing right in front of me.
I looked up.
Oliver Hale.
His memorial.
A cold shiver crawled up my skin. And I hated that even I someone who had died and come back couldnât shrug off the feeling that the room had suddenly grown crowded with unseen eyes.
"Maâam, careful!" a bodyguard shouted.
He yanked me to my feet just as the wooden table holding the incense cracked. The burner toppled and shattered against the floor. Some incense sticks snapped in half. Others went out completely.
Jeffrey froze, face drained of color. "Broken hope..." he murmured, voice trembling. "Is this a sign the Hale bloodline will be wiped out?"
One of the guards checked the table quickly. "Sir, itâs old. It probably cracked on its own."
But it didnât feel like "just old."
Not after everything.
My eyes went back to Oliverâs tablet, now dusted with ash. Unease settled deeper in my chest.
I might not care about the Hales the way they cared about themselves, but I didnât want Lewis to suffer because of their sins.
I steadied Jeffrey with a hand on his arm. "Itâs a coincidence," I said firmly. "Donât read too much into it."
Jeffrey shook his head slowly. "Riley... youâre still too young. You wouldnât understand."
He waved for servants to clean the mess, then pushed himself upright with effort. I tried again to get him to eat, but he refused.
"Iâm not hungry," he said. "Go check on Camilla."
We went upstairs together. The moment we reached the door, the doctor stepped out, face tight.
Jeffrey rushed forward. "How is she? Is the baby okay?"
The doctorâs expression softened with regret. "Mr. Hale... Iâm sorry. We couldnât save the baby. We need to perform a D&C on Ms. Morrigan now."
Jeffreyâs face went gray.
"No..." he whispered. "We couldnât save it..."
I reached for him, even though comfort felt useless in moments like this. "Jeffrey... itâs okay."
But his voice cracked anyway. "Itâs karma. This is the punishment for what we did to Oliver. If revenge is coming, let it come for me. Adam is innocent... and so was his grandson."