Little Red and the Big Bad Alpha - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Healing paralyzed limbs takes a hundred days. But I had Moonbeam walking again in less than a month.
Final step—I drove the needle into the spirit fox's key pressure points, sealing the nerve pathways.
Under everyone's amazed stares, Moonbeam stood and started chasing her own tail playfully.
"Incredible!"
"Holy shit, she's walking!"
"She actually healed paralysis!"
They all applauded the miracle. Only I stared at her, lost in thought.
Wondering what Kael would feel when his legs failed again, watching this dancing spirit fox.
But he'd even never get that chance.
The next day, Moonbeam was found dead.
Her body was mangled beyond recognition. Limbs twisted at impossible angles, fur matted with dried blood.
Clearly murder. Not an accident.
Isadora fainted on the spot. When she came to, her first words were accusations.
"Nyx! You evil witch! You killed my Moonbeam out of jealousy!"
I stared in shock. "What proof do you have?"
"Proof? You've always hated me for taking Kael! You must have been furious seeing Moonbeam healthy and happy!"
"You're sick and twisted! Give me back my Moonbeam!"
I laughed bitterly. "Give back? Do you know what I sacrificed to heal that creature? I should be charging you for my moonsilver needle."
"Nyx." Kael's voice was dangerously quiet.
He took a deep breath, golden eyes colder than winter frost.
"Why would you do something so cruel? You know how much Moonbeam meant to Isadora."
"So what?" I met his gaze. "You think I did this too?"
Kael said nothing. Just stared at me, face-to-face, refusing to give me the answer I needed.
After fifteen seconds, he narrowed his eyes and snorted.
"I've been too soft on you. Pack dungeons. Time to think about what you've done. When you're ready to confess, maybe I'll let you out."
My eyes widened in disbelief.
The pack dungeons were notorious—freezing stone cells designed to break rebels and rogues. Kael was actually going to lock me away over Isadora's dead pet, without even giving a shit about the truth!
Damp, freezing walls wept with moisture. By that night, my skin was covered in painful rashes.
Third morning, Isadora came to visit.
She held my moonsilver needle case, smiling with vicious satisfaction.
"Still dreaming about these worthless relics, witch?"
Kael had let her take my needles!
"Give that back!" I lunged for the case. She danced out of reach.
She lifted the ancient case high. "Originally planned to kill that fox and frame you so Kael would dump you naturally. Didn't expect him to still be attached. Had to lock you up to teach you your place instead."
She gestured to her guards, who grabbed my arms.
"So I'll just destroy your precious toys myself."
CRACK!
She smashed the case against the stone floor.
"NO!" I screamed, fighting desperately against the guards' grip.
Those needles were my mentor's gift. My heritage. My faith.
"Look at you crying like a beaten dog."
Isadora slapped my tear-stained face hard, then picked up a bent needle from the floor and slowly snapped it in front of my eyes.
In that moment, my mentor's words suddenly echoed in my mind.
I stopped struggling. Straightened my spine. Wiped away the tears.
"What, not crying anymore?" Isadora taunted, victorious.
I shook my head and smiled softly. "You're going to regret this."
Because my mentor had warned me—the moonsilver needles were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.
Anyone who destroyed them with malicious intent would face divine retribution. No exception.
Final step—I drove the needle into the spirit fox's key pressure points, sealing the nerve pathways.
Under everyone's amazed stares, Moonbeam stood and started chasing her own tail playfully.
"Incredible!"
"Holy shit, she's walking!"
"She actually healed paralysis!"
They all applauded the miracle. Only I stared at her, lost in thought.
Wondering what Kael would feel when his legs failed again, watching this dancing spirit fox.
But he'd even never get that chance.
The next day, Moonbeam was found dead.
Her body was mangled beyond recognition. Limbs twisted at impossible angles, fur matted with dried blood.
Clearly murder. Not an accident.
Isadora fainted on the spot. When she came to, her first words were accusations.
"Nyx! You evil witch! You killed my Moonbeam out of jealousy!"
I stared in shock. "What proof do you have?"
"Proof? You've always hated me for taking Kael! You must have been furious seeing Moonbeam healthy and happy!"
"You're sick and twisted! Give me back my Moonbeam!"
I laughed bitterly. "Give back? Do you know what I sacrificed to heal that creature? I should be charging you for my moonsilver needle."
"Nyx." Kael's voice was dangerously quiet.
He took a deep breath, golden eyes colder than winter frost.
"Why would you do something so cruel? You know how much Moonbeam meant to Isadora."
"So what?" I met his gaze. "You think I did this too?"
Kael said nothing. Just stared at me, face-to-face, refusing to give me the answer I needed.
After fifteen seconds, he narrowed his eyes and snorted.
"I've been too soft on you. Pack dungeons. Time to think about what you've done. When you're ready to confess, maybe I'll let you out."
My eyes widened in disbelief.
The pack dungeons were notorious—freezing stone cells designed to break rebels and rogues. Kael was actually going to lock me away over Isadora's dead pet, without even giving a shit about the truth!
Damp, freezing walls wept with moisture. By that night, my skin was covered in painful rashes.
Third morning, Isadora came to visit.
She held my moonsilver needle case, smiling with vicious satisfaction.
"Still dreaming about these worthless relics, witch?"
Kael had let her take my needles!
"Give that back!" I lunged for the case. She danced out of reach.
She lifted the ancient case high. "Originally planned to kill that fox and frame you so Kael would dump you naturally. Didn't expect him to still be attached. Had to lock you up to teach you your place instead."
She gestured to her guards, who grabbed my arms.
"So I'll just destroy your precious toys myself."
CRACK!
She smashed the case against the stone floor.
"NO!" I screamed, fighting desperately against the guards' grip.
Those needles were my mentor's gift. My heritage. My faith.
"Look at you crying like a beaten dog."
Isadora slapped my tear-stained face hard, then picked up a bent needle from the floor and slowly snapped it in front of my eyes.
In that moment, my mentor's words suddenly echoed in my mind.
I stopped struggling. Straightened my spine. Wiped away the tears.
"What, not crying anymore?" Isadora taunted, victorious.
I shook my head and smiled softly. "You're going to regret this."
Because my mentor had warned me—the moonsilver needles were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.
Anyone who destroyed them with malicious intent would face divine retribution. No exception.
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