Chapter 127: The murderer.

July 30 2026, 9:15pm.

Nyx’ara had permitted the quadruplets to act as if they cared less about her and more about one of the few women she could hardly stand. Now, she could not help but feel her heart race as she watched them, her husbands, her mates, walk up the grand podium with the other woman clutched at their sides like an accessory.

Seraphina was the most beautiful Nyx’ara had ever seen. Her hair was extremely stylish and very silky. It cascaded down her back in soft waves and bounced slightly with every step that she took.

On her neck and ears were diamond jewelry so expensive it could buy a whole city. They gleamed under the bright chandelier, casting golden hues at the corners of her face and making her appear ethereal.

And as she walked, cat-walking up the podium, her hips moved as though her bones were made out of water— fluid, sensual— it was almost impossible for anyone to look away from her.

And many didn’t.

From where Nyx’ara stood, she noticed the two fangirls standing next to the front of the podium with their fancy folding fans covering more than half of their faces. They were people she had seen before, from her wedding ceremony, and from the little she had gathered that day, they were Seraphina’s minions, so it was not surprising that they were chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

However, what was surprising was the things they said— in public— for the entire pack to hear.

The one with red hair threw her head back and laughed, causing the corners of her eyes to crinkle due to her laughter. If Nyx’ara was not so pissed then she would have admitted that the girl had a beautiful laugh.

But she was very pissed. Especially as the girl’s voice was carried by the wind into her ears as she said; “Look at this, didn’t I tell you that Seraphina will get it all in due time?! The murderous wife now is nowhere to be found while the Alphas parade Seraphina at an important occasion like this, like she is the true Luna!”

“She is the true Luna!” The other one whose face was covered in enough makeup to fit a whole cheer team, chirped in. Her voice was loud and it made Nyx’ara’s chest tighten when a few people nodded around them.

“The other girl was only married because the alphas wanted to get their revenge on her! And now they have! They have discarded her as well, so…”

“In with Seraphina and out with her!” The third girl beamed, her eyes shining so brightly that it rivaled the chandelier hanging above.

Nyx’ara was already well prepared to be rage-baited like this. She had agreed to this arrangement knowing that she would hear others talking about her in such a manner. However, none of her earlier preparations had prepared her for the ache of knowing she was being publicly scorned.

Nothing prepared her for the way the third girl’s eyes met hers through the crowd, widened slightly and then thinned before she covered her lips with her hand fan and whispered something into the next girl’s ear.

Nyx’ara had zero idea what the girl might have said to the other one, but she could draw conclusions from the way the other girl’s head instantly whipped in her direction. Her eyes also widened before a knowing smirk splashed across her face. But contrary to the first girl, she actually walked over, let her eyes slowly rake over Nyx’ara’s dainty frame, and then she hissed;

“Oh, look who we have here! I had no idea you would show your ugly face in a place like this!”

To Nyx’ara, her insult was baseless so she turned away and tried to walk off, only to feel a strong hand clamp around her wrist before she was forcefully spun around.

She staggered and almost fell.

“Who do you think you are?!” A loud voice screamed in her face, sending spittle all over her cheeks and forehead. Nyx’ara frowned in disgust but that disgust soon turned into mortification when the grip on her arm tightened and the girl yelled;;”…why would you even dare try to walk away from us? Do you know who we are?!”

The question made Nyx’ara pause. She let her eyes travel from one girl to the other… then to the small crowd now forming around them, and by the time she stopped, she tilted her head to the side and drawled;

“N-no. C-can you remind me w-who you are again?”

Her calmness tore through the air until it broke the little bit of composure the three girls had.

The one who had held her arm visibly stiffened before she stumbled slightly and hissed; “What did you just say?”

“I-I said I h-have no idea w-who you are and d-do not th-think it is im-important as you’re barely important people.”

She did not have a stutter. It was all part of the plan.

At the sound of her voice, all three girls paled before one finally threw her head back and laughed. It was the red-haired one whose eyes seemed even more vicious than Seraphina’s.

Throughout their conversation, she had been looking towards the Alphas to see if they would show any signs of interest in Nyx’ara, but they had not. In fact, at the moment, the only thing they seemed interested in was providing Seraphina with everything she needed to be comfortable.

And that gave her enough courage.

She shoved Nyx’ara’s chest with enough force that the latter fell to the floor with a loud thud, then she leaned down, pointing to Nyx’ara’s stunned face as she snarled;

“The stutterer thinks she can talk back at us!”

A few people laughed at her words. Others pointed and jeered while the rest hid their faces behind their champagne flutes.

And at the front, Rhys’s fingers dug into his chair as rage quickly bubbled up within his chest until his stomach began to churn. Draven looked like he was about to commit a massacre while Kieran was boiling so much, his entire skin had gone pale… then there was Azriel. Azriel, on the other hand, was spoon-feeding Seraphina some dessert, but his knuckles were so white and so stiff, they almost seemed lifeless.

The golden spoon in his hand was slightly bent in a way that it became crooked due to the amount of force he was exerting on it.

But none of them moved.

Rhys had texted a bodyguard to pick up and beat up the girl, Harmony, later on until she bled from all the holes on her head.

While Draven had arranged to hike up the taxes to be paid by the families of everyone who had laughed.

Kieran was ready to raze down the entire hall to the ground and Azriel, well the sweet-looking Azriel had asked the kitchen staff to add a little bit of silver to the last dish for the day so that everyone could get a taste of their medicine.

In fact, at the moment, he had unknowingly shoved the spoon in his hand deep into Seraphina’s throat as he spoon-fed her, and it wasn’t until she gagged in discomfort that he noticed.

His face fell. “Sorry, sorry beautiful!” He rasped hurriedly, but Seraphina was not having it. She was enraged.

She had been attentive enough to realize that he had been watching Nyx’ara for a moment too long now, and she also didn’t miss the flicker of worry that had crossed his face the moment Nyx’ara’s body hit the floor.

She hated it.

Enraged, she rose to her feet and walked over to her three friends, and then she said in a voice loud enough to echo throughout the room;

“The Alphas have decided to discard this murderer. Henceforth, I am Luna and you can treat her as one of you…” Her voice trailed off.

“You can treat her as less than you because she is the one responsible for the Princess’ murder!”