Chapter 40: *"...cleaning slave does not need..."*
Jonathan, his phone in hand, was on his way to his car inside the school's large parking garage when he heard a familiar shrewish voice. Curious as to what had Bettina Northmountain good and frothy, Jonathan ducked behind a large support pillar. After a moment of searching, he located Bettina, Allister, and Sarah Northmountain.
“Why do we have to force her to change her surname back to ours?” Sarah whined. “Can’t we force her back into the Clan without letting her taint our Clan name by having it.” This sentence had Jonathan lifting his phone to record what was happening.
“Because of the terms on my father's Will. If Alora’s surname is not changed back, she will be the one to inherit all that land and named the Alpha of that Clan!” Bettina shrieked. “But if her name remains Northmountain till after her twenty-third birthday, I will inherit the land, the mansion, all that wealth and the title of Clan Alpha. Once I have that our status will be equal with the Alphas of the Northmountain and Frost Clans.”
“Oh.” Sarah said, stunned. After thinking about it for a moment, she became angry. “Why is it that whore is the granddaughter that inherits, why not me?!”
“Because of that stupid birthmark on that wretch’s hip! It marks her as being part of the Heartsong’s original bloodline and a future Alpha!” Bettina shrieked lowly, trying to keep her voice down, but it was still loud enough to be heard clearly by the hidden Jonathan.
“Is that why you always made her hide it, and told her it was a cursed mark that would get her banished from the Pack if anyone ever saw it?” Sarah asked her mother.
This question sent a jolt of surprise through Jonathan. He knew all this time that Alora had to be suffering from abuse at home. Abuse Alora refused to speak about or acknowledge the existence of. Jonathan’s suspicions were just confirmed, and he now had knowledge of some of the cruelty Alora had been suffering all these years.
“Yes!” Bettina’s shriek now held a growl to it. “I even tried to cut it off her with a silver blade. When that didn’t work, I tried to burn it off, but like every wound we have given her it has always healed without a scar and that damned mark would appear again on the healed flesh!”
“Then what are we going to do?” Sarah whined.
Sarah couldn’t stand the thought of Alora becoming a Clan Alpha and having such a higher status than her. It wasn’t fair in Sarah’s mind for that mongrel wretch was going to inherit all that land and a title just because of some stupid birthmark. Sarah was the eldest and if anyone should inherit all that from their grandfather it was her. That whore Alora deserved none of it, and Sarah was not about to let her have it any more than her mother would.
“There is already a plan in place thanks to our Clan Alphas. We just have to follow it. Tonight, when that wretch comes home, we will lock her up in the basement and wait for the Alpha’s to send someone to retrieve her. Once they have her, they will force her to change her surname back to Northmountain.” Bettina said, sounding smug.
Sarah smiled, delighted in the plans her mother had, then she frowned. “What about school, there are still two more days left.”
“The stupid bitch is eighteen now and is no longer required to attend school. That and the Clan's soon to be cleaning slave does not need a high school diploma.” Came Bettina’s cruel reply.
Allister did not add anything to their conversation at all, he stood off to the side brooding. Allister was still upset with the part of the plan that involved them handing Alora over to the Clan Alphas. Allister was still trying to come up with a way they could keep her, he had so much he had not done to her, and still wanted to do.
Jonathan was horrified by the details of the conversation between Bettina and Sarah. Their level of cruelty was unfathomable to Jonathan. There was one thing about this plan that Bettina did not know. Even if she had the ability to pull Alora out of school early, which she did not, Alora would not lose out on her diploma.
Seniors took two types of exams before the end of the year final exams. The pre final written exams and the Senior Class Final Fight Class Rank Placement exams. These exams were taken a month before the end of the school year.
If something happened in that last month that prevented a Senior from taking the end of the year final exams, those early exams would be used to determine a Senior's eligibility to graduate. Alora’s scores on those exams were perfect, and they alone would secure her place as the top graduate of this year's Senior Class.
Jonathan bet, based on the cruelty and filth he had just heard, that this group would be furious to know that detail. Jonathan stayed behind the pillar, waiting for the group to move on so they would not know their conversation had been overheard.
Allister got tired of just standing there and listening to Bettina and Sarah bitch and moan about Alora. “Come on you two, I’m hungry and we don’t need the wrong person to come along and hear you two.”
Jonathan found those words from Allister ironic, considering he was the ‘wrong person’ to have come along and overhearr their conversation. Now that Jonathan knew of this plan to harm Alora, he would not stay silent. Jonathan watched as the group moved further into the parking garage.
Jonathan waited until he saw the Northmountain’s car drive past the pillar he was behind to move. After he got into his car, Jonathan made sure to send the recording of the conversation to Alpha Andrew’s email, then he called him, not wanting to delay getting them this information.
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Alpha Andrew and Luna Ember had already reached their car and were sitting inside when Andrew’s phone rang. Andrew looked down at his phone to see who was calling, and his expression became curious.
Ember leaned over his shoulder to see who was calling, and her brows rising in surprise. “We just left him not too long ago, what could have caused him to call us after such a short time.” She asked her mate.
Andrew shrugged and said, “There is only one way to find out.” Accepting the call, he placed it on speaker mode before greeting Jonathan. “Hello Jonathan, is there something I can help you with?”
“I just got done overhearing a horrific conversation between The Wicked Bitch of the West and her daughter, The Wicked Bitch of the East. They plan to lock up Alora as soon as she gets home tonight. They are working in tandem with the Alphas of the Frost and Northmountain Clans. They do not plan to let Alora finish school and are aware of the terms in her grandfather’s Will. They plan to make her a slave to their Clans.”
Ember gasped, horrified. “How dare they! We do not condone slavery of any form!”
“There is more, my Luna, my Alpha.” Jonathan said, his tone becoming strained.
Frowning in concern, Andrew asked. “What is it?”
“The cruelty Alora’s suffered in their hands…it's more than I could have imagined. Bettina described how she attempted to permanently remove Alora’s birthmark…by slicing it off with a silver blade, when that did not work…she tried to burn it off her.” Jonathan’s voice was shaking by the time he finished telling them those details. “I’ve emailed you the recording I took of their conversation.”
Ember's hands were over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. Andrew was shaking with anger and tried not to crush the phone in his hand.
“Thank you…for informing me of this matter.” Andrew finally growled out. “Your Luna and I will take it from here.” He said before disconnecting the call.
Ember looked at Andrew, her expressions both angry and worried. “I want to rip them to pieces and wrap Alora up in so much love the things those people did to her disappear!” Ember nearly sobbed those last words.
Andrew wrapped his arms tightly around his mate, kissing the top of her head. “I know my darling mate, I feel how much your heart breaks for that pup. After today she no longer belongs to those two, we will bring her home tonight.”
Ember used the comfort her mate brought her to get control of her emotions. Ember reminded herself she was the Luna of the Moon Mountain Pack, mate to the Alpha of Alpha’s.
“I know she is already eighteen, but I want to adopt her into our family. Break any and all ties those horrible beings have to Alora.” Ember told her mate.
Ember’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she thought of all the ways she wanted to make them suffer for what they had done to Alora. As the Luna of the Pack and a Doctor, Ember always felt she was supposed to be benevolent and magnanimous in her actions and disposition. In this moment she did not want to be those things, she wanted to be vengeful and unforgiving towards the Northmountains.
Andrew was the only one who could ever truly understand what his mate was going through at that moment. Being able to feel your mate’s emotions gave you a whole other level of insight into them you could not get from a non-fated pairing.
“Okay, we’ll ask her if that is something she would like. Although, if our pup Damien has his way, she will soon be our daughter in law.” Andrew reminded her.
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