The Mad Alpha's Substitute Bride-Chapter 72: The True Queen

A wave of rage and protectiveness moves through me. I don’t know which one of them is the biggest threat to my son, but my fight is with both of them.

Bella’s eyes meet mine, and I see both shock and fury in them. Holding her gaze, I give her a smug smile.

I survived.

I gave birth to the heir of the Northern Kingdom. My mate is standing beside me.

She did her best to get rid of me, but she failed. I won.

We reach the bottom of the staircase and walk toward Erik. Ravenna is standing at the edge of the crowd now, and Bella comes to stand beside her. She’s whispering to Ravenna fiercely.

Erik meets my gaze and gives me a small smile.

Locke nods at Erik. "The North greets the king of the Human Wolf Kingdom."

Erik reaches out and shakes his hand. "The North has been a great ally to our kingdom. It has given me great pleasure to host your queen and the crown prince here for the past eight years."

The whispers grow louder, and Ravenna is unable to control herself. "What are you talking about?!" Her voice is tinged with hysteria. "I am the queen of the North, not that woman!" She pushes Bella away and strides to the front where we are standing. "The queen of the Northern Wolf Kingdom is me, Ravenna! Not her! That woman is a slave and an imposter! She deceived the Northern Kingdom, pretending to be me—"

"Corrine is my fated mate." Locke puts his arm around my waist, his voice calm. "You are not and have never been my queen."

Bella chooses this moment to come and stand beside Ravenna, her voice tense. "Your Majesty, you are well aware of that woman’s status. Everything Queen Ravenna speaks is the truth. The noble families don’t recognize this woman as our queen. Why are you dragging our personal matters out in front of all three kingdoms?" She looks at me, and I see the anger and disgust in her eyes. "If you wish to take this woman as your mistress, we will overlook the matter, but you cannot claim this bastard child as your heir."

Her words are carefully chosen, each barb aimed to draw blood.

I open my mouth, but Locke doesn’t give me the chance to speak. "Princess Ravenna was always meant to be nothing more than a political prisoner. My intended mate was always Corrine. You are well aware of this. And since when do the noble families interfere in the king’s personal matters? You are crossing the line, Bella Asher. Step back."

Locke’s voice is icy cold and filled with warning.

However, Bella refuses to back down. I begin to wonder if she has any self-preservation skills at all. Sigrid once told me that Bella, when angry, will go to any length to get her way. That was a long time ago. I thought that over these past eight years, after losing Locke’s favor, she would have changed a little bit, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. She is not heeding her king’s command.

An older man rushes forward, whispering urgently to her, "This is not the time, Bella. Don’t make a scene."

But Bella shakes him off, her eyes flashing with an almost manic rage. "Her blood is dirty! We will not accept a queen of dirty blood. That bastard child of hers should have his head torn off by wolves—"

Unable to stop myself, I snarl at her, but Locke steps in front of me, roaring, "You have gone too far! For threatening the crown prince of the Northern Kingdom and my son, the Asher family has committed an unforgivable crime. Every member of the Asher family is to be arrested and slated for execution. There will be no trial!"

The older man who had rushed to stop Bella goes white in the face. "Your Majesty! You can’t do this! She was merely concerned—"

"Guards!" Erik raises his voice, and the palace guards enter the ballroom. "Arrest Bella Asher and her father."

Finn clings to me now, shaking. Bella’s father throws himself on the ground at Locke’s feet. "Your Majesty, please reconsider! She was wrong! Spare us!"

But Bella is quivering with rage. She darts toward me, her claws extended. Before either Locke or I can react, somebody else grabs her from behind, forcing her arms behind her back and shoving her down to the floor.

It’s Derrick.

When Bella sees him, she grows even more furious. "Let me go, Derrick! This bitch ruined everything! I’m going to kill her! I should’ve killed her and that bastard child when I had the chance! She took you from me, and she took Locke from me! I’ll kill her! I’ll kill her!"

Derrick grabs her by the neck and twists.

Bella’s body goes limp, the life draining from her eyes.

Her father looks on in horror as I shield my son from the sight. Sigrid appears behind him, and I quickly hand Finn over to her. She leads him up the stairs and away from the ballroom.

Derrick’s jaw is tight, and he mutters, "I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t want the young prince to hear anything further."

The palace guards remove Bella’s body and her horrified father. Amid the terrible hush that has fallen over the room, a familiar-looking man steps forward, disapproval written all over his face. "King Locke, what is the meaning of this? My niece is the reigning queen of the North. The Eastern Kingdom has been assisting you because we made a deal that if Ravenna was the queen—"

Locke cuts him off. "Your niece has always been a political prisoner."

"You are insulting us," the current king of the Eastern Kingdom spits out. "Corrine Hale was Ravenna’s shadow. She was Ravenna’s servant, no better than a slave. How do you put a slave above my niece? Ravenna is revered in the Eastern Kingdom. You promised to protect her—"

"I made no such promise. I told you she would stay alive for as long as you cooperated." Locke steps toward the older man, who flinches. "And don’t forget that I put you on the throne. Besides, why would I choose Ravenna as my mate when I already had a fated mate?"

The man refuses to budge. "Ravenna is a princess of royal descent. This girl is of unknown origin. You must know that no noble family would accept her kind as queen."

"I accept Corrine as queen of the North," Erik interjects, raising a brow at him. "I believe she is well suited for the role. In fact, not only will my kingdom recognize Queen Corrine, we will also support Crown Prince Finn’s claim to the throne. The boy has grown up within my kingdom and in my palace. He is beloved by us all."

Ravenna’s uncle’s expression turns ashen. "You cannot do this, King Erik.

This is a deeply personal matter—"

"I agree," Erik shrugs. "It is a personal matter. And since I have watched the child grow up into a confident young boy, I am deeply and personally invested in this matter."

"You can’t—You can’t do this to me!" Ravenna hisses, seemingly having found her voice again. Her hand goes to her stomach. "That bastard is not your heir. I’m the one carrying your heir! The heir to the Northern Kingdom is in my womb! That slave was little more than amusement for me! I had her spread her legs for every man I knew. She was the palace whore! How can the palace whore of the Eastern Kingdom be the queen of the Northern Kingdom?! You don’t even know if that’s your son! She could be passing off any man’s child as yours!"

I feel the rage building within Locke, and his anger tempers mine.

"Do you have proof?" I demand. I know I told Locke I wouldn’t speak, even though I knew Ravenna would do anything, including assassinate my character, to antagonize me. But the words come flying out of me. "My mate would never touch you. He cannot stand you. And whoever’s child you’re carrying, Ravenna, it is not Locke’s. He has been loyal to me these past eight years. But I can prove that my son is indeed of royal blood. Locke himself conducted a blood test, and if that’s not proof enough for you, just look at the boy. My son looks exactly like his father."

"How dare you call me by my name?!" Ravenna raises her hand, her eyes flashing. Locke grabs her wrist, twists it, and shoves her away from me. She falls into the arms of Xavier, who steadies her.

I feel his filthy gaze on me, and he sneers. "King Locke, I can testify that this woman was my lover. And I can also testify that she was indeed passed around in the palace—"

"Are you willing to take a vow?" I ask quietly, staring at him. "Are you willing to put your family’s lives on the line for that statement?"

His eyes tighten. "I was speaking to the king—"

"And I am his queen, and I am replying to you."

Locke shrugs, gesturing with his head toward me. "Answer her question."