My Alpha Ordered My Heart Cut Out for His Mistress Chapter 04

My Alpha Ordered My Heart Cut Out for His Mistress Chapter 04

The blue glow of the monitors cast long, harsh shadows across Forest’s war room. He had been staring at the scrolling code for ten minutes, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter.

“He’s desperate,” Forest finally said, his deep voice slicing through the heavy silence. He tapped a key, bringing up a decrypted audio file. “The mob at the gates is just a distraction. Paxton knows the local packs can’t breach my wards. So, he bought people who can.”

He hit play. A gritty, distorted voice filled the room, confirming a drop point and a perimeter breach schedule.

“Mercenaries,” Forest explained, turning to face me. “Rogue wolves who specialize in black- market extractions. They’re hitting the estate’s eastern boundary in less than an hour. Their target is you. I’m moving you to the underground bunker immediately.”

Panic, cold and familiar, tried to claw its way up my throat. My mind flashed to the silver dungeon, the suffocating darkness, the feeling of being hunted. But then, a strange warmth bloomed in my chest. It was the liquid gold of my father’s blood, pulsing a steady, defiant

rhythm against my ribs.

I wasn’t a broken Luna anymore. I was a Lycan Princess.

“No,” I said, my voice eerily calm. “I’m not hiding in a bunker. If Paxton wants to hunt me, let him find me. I’ll be sitting right in the garden.”

Forest’s eyes darkened, stepping into my space. “Elena, these aren’t pack warriors. They are killers. I will not risk your life to make a point.”

“It’s not a point, Forest. It’s a trap,” I looked up, holding his intense, protective gaze. “They want to kidnap me? Let them think they’ve succeeded. Draw them all into one spot. When they surround me, you and the Royal Guard can take them down at once. No chase. No casualties.”

He stared at me, searching my face for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, a slow, predatory smirk touched his lips. “You are definitely Reign’s daughter. Let’s set the snare.”

The night air was biting, carrying the scent of blooming night-jasmine and incoming rain. I sat alone on a cold stone bench in the center of the estate’s sprawling garden. The rioting crowd at the front gates sounded like a distant thunderstorm, but back here, the world was deadly quiet.

I closed my eyes, regulating my breathing. *Wait for it,* I told my inner wolf.

Leaves rustled. The faint, sour stench of unwashed bodies, cheap adrenaline, and rust drifted

on the wind. Rogues.

Shadows detached themselves from the ancient oak trees. Five massive men stepped onto the manicured lawn, forming a tight circle around my bench. They held heavy silver-laced nets and wicked, curved blades that glinted in the moonlight.

“Well, well,” the leader sneered, a jagged scar cutting across his left eye. “The great Enforcer left his little pet out in the cold. Easy money, boys. Grab her. And muzzle her-I don’t want to hear

her scream.”

Two of the men lunged forward, raising the silver nets.

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t run. Instead, I reached deep into my core, unlocking the door I had kept

shut for twenty-two years.

I opened my eyes, and I let the Royal Aura out.

A blinding, golden shockwave erupted from my body. It wasn’t just light; it was a physical force, a crushing wave of absolute, ancient dominance. The air pressure in the garden snapped. The mercenaries hit an invisible wall of gravity.

The leader choked, his eyes bulging as his knees slammed into the dirt. The others collapsed instantly, their weapons clattering uselessly against the stone path. Their inner wolves howled in pure, agonizing submission, forcing their human bodies to press their faces into the mud

before me.

From the shadows of the estate, Forest and a dozen heavily armored Royal Guards materialized like ghosts, their silver-alloy rifles raised.

“Secure them,” Forest commanded. His eyes flicked to me, burning with awe and dark pride. The mercenaries didn’t even twitch as the guards slapped heavy suppression cuffs on their wrists. The ambush was over in seconds, without a single drop of blood spilled.

Twenty minutes later, I stood in the sterile observation room of the estate’s holding cells. Through the one-way glass, I watched Forest pace in front of the mercenary leader, who was strapped to a steel chair.

Forest held a syringe filled with a glowing, violet liquid-Lycan truth serum. A potent mix of wolfsbane and compulsion magic that stripped away a wolf’s ability to lie. Without a word, Forest plunged the needle into the rogue’s neck.

The man seized against his restraints, his eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. He slumped forward, panting heavily.

Forest pressed a button on the camera mounted in the corner. A red light blinked to life.

“State your name and your employer,” Forest’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble.

“G-Gareth,” the rogue slurred, his voice hollow and monotone. “Alpha Paxton Meyer of the Shadow Creek Pack hired us.”

I pressed my hand against the cold glass, my heart hammering.

“What were your exact orders regarding Elena Evans?” Forest asked, stepping closer to the camera to ensure the audio was crystal clear.

“We were supposed to breach the perimeter and grab her,” Gareth replied mechanically. Then, his face twitched, a horrifyingly casual expression settling over his features. “But we didn’t have to bring her back alive. He just wanted the organ. He told us to cut out her heart and bring it to

the clinic in a cooler. Said he’d pay double if it was still warm.”

The words hung in the air, sickening and absolute. *Cut out her heart and bring it in a cooler.*

Forest reached up and stopped the recording. He stepped out of the cell, locking the heavy iron door behind him. He held up the digital drive, his dark eyes meeting mine.

“A sitting Alpha conspiring with rogues to harvest a mate’s organs,” Forest said softly, the weight of the evidence settling between us. “It’s the smoking gun, Elena. The Lycan Council cannot ignore this.”

I looked at the drive, a fierce, icy calm washing over my soul. Paxton had tried to bury me. He had used my son, destroyed my reputation, and tried to carve out my heart. But he had forgotten one crucial rule of the wild.

If you trap a wolf, you better make sure you kill it.

“Send the video to my father,” I said, my voice ringing with royal authority. “It’s time to call a Grand Council Gathering.”