Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 121: The Hot News (2)

The backlash spread quickly and relentlessly.

Within just a few hours, Ronan’s name was trending on every major platform. Hashtags filled timelines: #JusticeForPriscilla, #ExposeRonan, #SuncreastTruth.

For years, all of his corruption had been tightly covered up because every time someone tried to speak up, they were silenced.

But this time, the news spread too fast, faster than his team could control.

There were too many voices, too many platforms, and too much outrage. They couldn’t delete everything. They couldn’t silence everyone.

Old news articles, forgotten reports, and anonymous testimonies started to resurface.

Former employees, ex-business partners, and even a few brave citizens came forward to share their experiences, painting a much darker picture of a man once seen as a charming and powerful leader.

But the damage didn’t stop with Ronan.

Julian’s name was dragged back into the spotlight too. People began linking his cruel actions to his father’s, asking whether Ronan had shaped him, protected him, or maybe even encouraged him.

Photos of Julian reappeared, standing next to his father at political events, both of them wearing the same arrogant smirk. Old video clips were shared and analyzed frame by frame.

The public wanted answers, and they weren’t going to stop until they got it.

"Your friend is really good at her job," Damon said as he sat beside her, his eyes on Charlotte’s phone screen. "Now I know that her lycan boyfriend isn’t someone people mess with."

Because if Aveline had gotten herself this deeply involved in Ronan’s case, then there were definitely people out there who would try to silence her, to bury her so she’d stop publishing those articles.

But just a moment ago, she had sent a photo of herself having dinner with her boyfriend.

Her face looked completely calm, not the slightest trace of fear or worry that something bad might happen to her.

Still, she hadn’t shown her boyfriend’s face in the photo, which meant Charlotte had no clue who he really was.

"Do you think the Nocturnal Order will move faster after this?" Charlotte asked. "They’ve been surprisingly slow in investigating Ronan’s case."

At first, she thought the Elder of Hamary would take action quickly. But after waiting several days with no update, she started to suspect otherwise.

Maybe they had their own political matters that kept them from sharing the results of the investigation with the public.

"I’m sure someone will call me soon," Damon said, his voice calm and full of confidence.

Just as Damon finished speaking, his phone buzzed on the table beside the bed.

He glanced at the screen and picked it up casually. "See?" he said, turning the phone so Charlotte could see. "These people just needed a little push to get their work done faster."

Charlotte leaned in toward him, watching Damon from the side.

A calm, professional voice came through the line. "Alpha Sullivan, this is Agent Reves from the Nocturnal Order. We’ve finished analyzing the evidence you submitted, specifically, the broken watch found at the holding site."

Damon’s eyes sharpened. "And?"

"We were able to lift a partial fingerprint from the inner surface of the casing. It matches Alpha Ronan’s exactly. There’s no doubt the watch belonged to him."

Damon took a deep breath, then said, "You know ... even without you telling me this, people all over the country already believe Ronan is a criminal."

He continued, "Which is why, Agent Reves, I was hoping the Nocturnal Order would offer more than just a fingerprint match."

Charlotte knew Damon said that as a jab at the Nocturnal Order for being slow and for shattering his trust in them.

That was why, to him, the results of this investigation felt far from satisfying.

"I figured you’d say that, Alpha Sullivan," another voice suddenly chimed in from the line.

Without hesitation, Damon tapped the speaker button so Charlotte could hear everything too.

It was Elder Alderic Vaughn, a man who hadn’t contacted him for days.

"Well, Elder Vaughn," Damon muttered, raising a brow. "Still alive and breathing, I see."

His tone wasn’t hostile, but it carried the sharp edge of someone who had waited far too long for answers.

"Tell me," he continued, "do you actually have something useful this time?"

The fact that the Elder suddenly joined the conversation made Damon assume he had something important to share, something worth hearing, so he wouldn’t be disappointed.

Without wasting time on pleasantries, Alderic got straight to the point. "We’ve finally discovered where the werewolves used in Ronan and his son’s experiments came from."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but holding herself back from interrupting.

"The records were difficult to track," Alderic continued. "Because most of them had no clear background."

He emphasized that point, like he wanted to make it clear that the delay in updates wasn’t from carelessness, it was because he had been digging deeper.

He continued, "But from what we’ve gathered, they all came from a small orphanage on the outskirts of Northbridge."

Charlotte’s eyes widened the moment she realized something. "An orphanage? The one Ronan has been running for years?"

If she remembered correctly, Julian had mentioned more than once that his father had managed an orphanage since Julian was a kid.

Back then, Charlotte thought Ronan only ran the orphanage to maintain the image of a philanthropist, painting his family as noble and kind, when in truth, they were hiding countless dark secrets.

But now it was clear that the orphanage wasn’t just a tool to fake kindness, it was a source. A cover for something far more sinister.

"Yes," Alderic said grimly. "You were right. That orphanage has taken in thousands of abandoned werewolf children over the years. And since none of them had families, no one noticed when they started disappearing."

No wonder Ronan was able to create the perfect substance to turn werewolves into rogues, a tool he had long used to control them.

Now it all made sense.

To create Nightshade, he had sacrificed countless children. Innocent souls who had no one left in the world.

They had walked into that orphanage hoping for love, dreaming of safety, and believing they had finally found a place to call home.

But instead of warmth and care, they found something far darker.

They didn’t know they were stepping into hell, not heaven.