Mated To The Crippled Alpha-Chapter 193: Not His Baby

Rumors spread fast in any pack.

The hall was thick with whispers. Low voices. Side glances. People pretending not to stare while staring anyway.

"Honestly, we can’t blame Mrs. Hale entirely. Mr. Hale has his own... limitations."

"Maybe her instincts just got the better of her."

"I still respect Mr. Hale. Look at him so calm. Any other Alpha would have lost control."

"Mr. Hale, you don’t have to be strong. It’s fine to cry."

The pity in their voices was worse than mockery.

Camilla stood near the stage, wearing a mask of concern.

"How could this happen? Mrs. Hale, she "

"Ms. Morrigan," I said gently, my voice clear enough to slice through the noise, "it’s obvious you care about me very deeply."

Silence fell.

Every head turned.

Camilla froze.

Her eyes widened as if she had seen something impossible.

"How did you get here?"

Sera stepped forward and linked her arm with mine, her smile soft and calm.

"Camilla, Aunt Riley only got her dress dirty. I took her to change. Why is everyone looking at her like that? Did something happen?"

Camilla’s expression cracked.

She never expected Sera to see through her use of Melissa. She thought Sera was naive.

She was wrong.

Sera might not know every detail, but she knew one thing no one was allowed to damage the Hale bond publicly. Not at a wedding. Not in front of rival packs.

The crowd started murmuring.

"If Mrs. Hale is here... then who are the people on the screen?"

"People?" I repeated, pretending to be confused.

I turned slowly.

And then I gasped.

"Oh my God... what is that?"

The screen behind us was still playing.

Bodies tangled.

Clothes scattered.

Then one of the figures shifted.

The woman’s face became visible.

A sharp cry rang out.

"Oh my God! Isn’t that Aunt Melissa?"

Sera covered her mouth.

"How could she do something like this? Uncle Dale, please don’t blame her. She must have had her reasons..."

Dale had been quietly judging earlier, annoyed at the chaos.

Now he stood frozen.

His mate’s face was projected for everyone to see.

Humiliation rolled off him in waves. I could almost feel it pressing against my skin.

That was the thing about pack gatherings.

Reputation mattered more than breath.

Camilla finally understood.

Her trap had sprung.

Just not the way she planned.

She had meant to disgrace me.

Instead, she exposed her own ally.

Dale exploded.

"Turn it off! Who switched that on? Shut it down right now!"

"Mr. Hudson, the system’s been compromised! We can’t shut it off!"

"Then unplug it!"

He cursed under his breath, fury overtaking whatever dignity he had left.

"That b*tch... how dare she do this behind my back."

He stormed away, rage trailing after him.

I caught Theo’s eye.

A small nod.

He slipped away quietly.

Melissa thought she was clever.

After locking me in that room, she expected fear. Panic. Tears.

Instead, I stayed calm.

From the moment I stepped into that dressing room, it was under my watch.

The second she walked out and locked the door, Sera opened the side entrance.

They handled the hired thugs in seconds.

Sera even pulled out a small knife not to use, but to make a point.

"Do exactly what we say," she told them.

I simply removed the wedding dress and dropped it onto the floor.

Then I waited.

Let Camilla celebrate in her mind for a little longer.

Let her believe she had already won.

Now I walked toward her slowly.

Each step measured.

Controlled.

The air shifted around me. My heartbeat was steady. My instincts quiet but alert.

"Ms. Morrigan," I said softly, stopping in front of her, "why were you so sure the people on that screen were me?"

She swallowed.

"Do you truly believe that? Or was this all part of your plan from the start?"

The crowd turned to her.

"She was the one directing everything earlier."

"She arranged the projection."

"Could this have been her plan all along?"

Camilla’s composure shattered.

"How could I do something like this at my own wedding? This is a misunderstanding! That dress it confused me!"

By the time the screen went dark, the damage was already done.

Dale had stormed into the room where the footage was coming from. On the projection, we saw him shove the men aside and lunge at Melissa. His face was twisted with humiliation and rage.

Then someone finally cut the feed.

But not before Melissa’s scream echoed through the speakers.

It made the entire hall go still.

Even in a room filled with powerful families and dominant Alphas, that kind of scream shakes people.

Fiona reacted fast. She signaled the emcee.

"Fix the equipment. Resume the ceremony."

Her voice was steady, controlled. A true pack matriarch cleaning up chaos before it spreads.

Camilla shot me a look full of hatred.

Once again, her scheme had collapsed because of me.

Yenick leaned close to her, his voice low but hard.

"That’s enough. Finish the ceremony properly. After this, go back where you belong."

He thought the worst had already passed.

He had no idea the real storm hadn’t even begun.

Lewis and I returned to our seats.

His fingers wrapped around mine.

"Are you nervous?" he asked quietly.

His voice was calm, but I felt the tension beneath it. The Alpha in him was alert, watching everything.

"Not at all," I said with a small smile. "Everything is moving exactly the way it should."

The music started again.

Soft.

Elegant.

As if nothing had happened.

Camilla clung to Yenick’s arm, acting tender and devoted. Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were the perfect bonded pair.

The emcee cleared his throat.

"Do you, the groom, vow to cherish the woman beside you for the rest of your life? In wealth or hardship, health or sickness, do you promise to remain by her side?"

Yenick opened his mouth.

"I "

The grand doors of the hall burst open.

Bright light flooded in.

And there she was.

Lincy.

She walked in like she owned the place.

"He doesn’t want to," she said clearly.

The entire room turned.

Grant stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly across the floor.

"What are you doing here? I told you to stay away! Leave at once!"

Yenick’s face darkened, but he forced himself to remain composed.

"Ms. Lincy, we are over. If you’re here to congratulate us, you’re welcome. But if you’re here to "

"You idiot," Lincy snapped, cutting him off. "Do you really think she loves you? Or that the baby she’s carrying is even yours?"

A wave of whispers rippled through the crowd.

"The baby?"

"So that’s why the wedding was rushed."

"Ah... that explains everything."

Camilla’s face turned pale for just a second, but she quickly lowered her eyes and put on a fragile expression.

"Ms. Lincy, I know you dislike me. But what’s done is done. Please let it go."

Her voice trembled just enough to seem innocent.

Fiona stepped forward.

"Lincy, why don’t you sit down and have some wine? We can discuss this privately later."

But Lincy didn’t move.

She stood tall, chin lifted, gaze locked on Camilla like a predator scenting blood.

"Mrs. Hudson," she said coldly, "isn’t the only reason Yenick is marrying her because of the child? What if that child doesn’t even belong to Yenick?"

"Lincy!" Fiona snapped. "Stop making accusations!"

"Get out!" Yenick barked. "Stop talking nonsense!"

But Lincy didn’t even look at him.

Her eyes stayed on Camilla.

"Ms. Morrigan," she said slowly, "are you going to tell them yourself... or should I?"

"The child you’re carrying," Lincy continued, her voice sharp and fearless, "is not Yenick’s. And the man you’ve been sleeping with is standing right here."