The Exiled Beta Is the King’s Daughter Chapter 09

The Exiled Beta Is the King’s Daughter Chapter 09

Tasting the sudden success of this ridiculous public outcry, Caleb and Sienna grabbed onto it like a desperate lifeline, actively rallying common wolves everywhere and spreading their twisted version of the truth about being brutally oppressed.

Outside the imposing Council building, lit torches flickered in the dark night, lighting up a massive, surging crowd of angry faces.

Sienna wore a deliberately faded, cheap dress, crying beautifully for the cameras. “I am just a normal, everyday Omega. When I found out the noble Alphas like Aurora were stealing the pack’s hard-earned funds, I bravely stepped up. And the result? She cruelly used her powerful family’s influence to silence us!”

Caleb stepped right up on cue, gently holding the trembling Sienna, playing the role of the heartbroken, righteous leader. “My friends, this isn’t just about Sienna! This is the old bloodlines crushing us! They hoard the resources, they keep the power, and now they want to strip us of our right to live! Are we supposed to be their slaves forever?!”

“No! Never!”

The thoroughly brainwashed crowd roared in blind fury. A few rival wolves planted in the crowd fueled the fire, pushing the hatred against me to its peak.

Meanwhile, in my father’s grand study, his Beta stared at the live video feed, his face pale and deeply worried. “My lady, this is looking very bad. The mob has completely lost its mind out there. Should we send the royal guards to forcefully suppress the riot?”

I waved my hand calmly.

“Suppress it? No, that is way too boring.” I smirked, a dark, playful glint sparkling in my eyes. “Just wait. Let them build this up as high as possible. When their pathetic lies are finally exposed and they fall from the clouds, the crash will be so much more devastating.”

“Yes, my lady!”

Just three short days later, the ridiculous farce reached its peak climax. Thousands of screaming, angry wolves surrounded the Council building. Holding burning torches and aggressive anti-noble banners, their furious roars nearly tore off the roof. They were violently demanding the Council punish me severely.

Sienna stood at the front like a saint, screaming about fighting for the lower class and building a new world free of bloodline oppression.

Just as the crowd was about to storm the building, the heavy Council doors slowly opened.

Flanked by heavily armed guards, I stepped out onto the high stairs. The noisy crowd went silent for a second.

I did not waste my breath explaining a single thing to them. I just coldly raised my hand and loudly snapped my fingers.

The next second, every single phone in the crowd buzzed at the same time. Three files were sent directly to everyone’s screens.

The first was a detailed bank statement showing ten years of my personal funds being continuously injected into the Iron Moon pack, heavily stamped by the central bank. Absolute, undeniable proof.

The second was the clear ten-million-dollar IOU, complete with Caleb’s unmistakable signature and bloody thumbprint.

The third was a crisp audio file. The undeniable recording of the innocent Omega Sienna arrogantly forcing me to sign a literal slave contract.

The evidence was rock solid.

The angry crowd, who was just blindly cheering for Sienna a second ago, stood entirely frozen. They listened to her incredibly greedy, bossy voice playing clearly on their phones. Then they looked up at the real Sienna, who was now visibly terrified and slowly backing away. They finally realized they had been played for absolute fools.

“Liars! You disgusting liars!”

The humiliation of being used instantly ignited the crowd’s fury. The tide turned completely in a matter of seconds.

Countless bloodshot, murderous eyes locked onto the two of them in the center.

Faced with a murderous mob, Caleb and Sienna scrambled into a dark alley like stray dogs.

I stood firmly on the high balcony, glaring down at the chaos coldly. From today on, Caleb and Sienna would finally know what it truly meant to be filthy rats scurrying in the streets.