Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALL HAIL THE ALPHA QUEEN : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Kael’s smirk faltered for the first time tonight. “I… what are you implying?” he said, trying to maintain composure, but the room sensed the tremor in his voice. “You framed me,” Kastiel said, letting the words sink in, each syllable deliberate, measured, lethal. “Sent me to jail for crimes I did not commit. Crimes that you knew I did not commit. All of it… just so you could usurp my company, my legacy, and my place in the world.” A hush fell over the ballroom. Even the most composed of the high-society guests—those who had gathered to celebrate Kael’s ascent into the Lightning League—couldn’t hide the astonishment in their eyes. Seraphina gasped, clutching Kael’s arm, as though seeking reassurance. Kael’s lips tightened. “That… that is absurd,” he spat, voice rising slightly. “I had nothing to do with you

The room froze. The murmurs escalated into panicked whispers. Every high-society guest, every member of both families, was watching as the consequences of hubris unfolded before them. “What… what is this?” Kael stammered, his voice cracking. “This… this isn’t possible…” Kastiel’s eyes gleamed coldly. “Each card you hold, each privilege you believe you earned, was given to you by me. VIP access, accounts, permissions, influence… all of it was mine to grant. And yet, not once did you show gratitude. You assumed, you took for granted, you squandered. And now? It is gone.” Selene’s face went pale. “You… you blocked our cards? You… you—” “I am reclaiming what is mine,” Kastiel said, each word deliberate, deadly. “You wanted independence? You wanted to prove you could survive

Kael snapped. I saw it before it happened—the way his jaw tightened, the way his pride finally outweighed his fear. Men like Kael Valecrest never knew when to retreat. They mistook familiarity for immunity. “You’ve gone too far,” he said, voice shaking with rage as he paced toward Kastiel. “You’ve crossed a line you can never come back from. Whatever this is—this performance—you’ve lost every chance of redemption from us.” The word redemption echoed like a bad joke. Kastiel didn’t even raise his voice. He simply pushed him. It was quick. Brutal in its simplicity. One moment Kael was advancing, puffed up with inherited arrogance; the next, he was on the marble floor, the sound of his body hitting stone slicing through the ballroom like a gunshot. Gasps exploded. 

Disappointment is louder than anger. I felt it the moment I stepped back into the boardroom—the tight jaws, the averted gazes, the way hope drained from Kastiel’s posture not in weakness, but in restraint. He stood straight, shoulders squared, hands calm at his sides, as if he were bracing against a verdict already half-written. “We respect the legacy,” the chairman was saying, fingers steepled. “But the board cannot ignore… circumstances. Prison. Allegations. Public perception.” Kael leaned against the table, confidence returning like a parasite fed too long. “Exactly. The company needs stability. Investors need reassurance. Not—” his eyes flicked to Kastiel “—controversy.” Kastiel took a breath. “Give me time,” he said evenly. “I will prove my innocence. I will restore trust. I built this company to out

Seraphina was the first to recover from the shock, as she always was, smoothing her expression into something that looked like grace but felt like calculation, stepping closer to me as if we were still sisters bound by affection rather than history soaked in blood and betrayal. She lowered her voice deliberately, the way one did when pretending concern while sharpening a blade.“Alina,” she said softly, glancing around the vast hall as if embarrassed on my behalf, “why don’t you leave quietly before this becomes… ugly. Everyone here knows this hall is meant for us. There’s no possible way you could afford it, and I don’t want you humiliating yourself further.”Her words dripped with false kindness, the kind that assumed weakness as fact, and when I did not answer immediately, she took my silence as permission to press harder. She gestured subtly at the banners, the lighting, the expanse of marble beneath our feet, and the storm sigils glowing faintly above us, as though the venue itsel