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Chapter 105: Cemetery Showdown

(Victoria’s POV)

I stood at Lily’s grave, watching Olivia’s face contort with rage. The sight filled me with a dark

satisfaction. Her pain was my triumph.

“Olivia, take your anger out on me,” I said, my voice dripping with false sympathy. “Ethan really can’t bear it anymore! You don’t feel sorry for him, but I do!”

I placed a protective hand on Ethan’s arm, making sure Olivia could see the gesture. Her

emerald eyes darkened with fury, exactly the reaction I wanted.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Olivia hissed, her voice trembling. “Standing at my daughter’s grave, pretending to care when you’re the reason she’s dead.”

I widened my eyes in practiced innocence. “How can you say such terrible things? I loved Lily!”

The lie tasted sweet on my tongue. I had never loved that child. She had been an obstacle,

nothing more.

“You redirected her kidney donor,” Olivia accused, her voice rising. “You made sure Emma got

the transplant meant for Lily!”

I gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to my chest. “Ethan, do you hear these wild

accusations? She’s completely lost her mind with grief!”

Olivia’s control snapped. With a primal scream, she lunged forward, her hands closing around

my throat. Before I could react, she slammed me backward, clearly aiming for Lily’s

Moonstone Tombstone.

(Ethan’s POV)

I moved instinctively, catching Olivia around the waist before she could slam Victoria into

Lily’s tombstone. Her body was rigid with fury, her strength surprising as she fought against

my restraint.

“Olivia, stop!” I commanded, using my Alpha voice. “This is sacred ground. Control yourself!”

She twisted in my grip, her emerald eyes wild with grief and rage. “Let me go! She desecrated Lily’s grave! I saw her spit on the offerings!”

Victoria gasped behind me. “That’s a lie! Ethan, you were right here. Did you see me do

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anything like that?”

+15 Points >

I hadn’t. I’d been lost in my own grief, speaking to Lily’s spirit. But the accusation seemed so

specific, so certain.

“Olivia,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “Victoria had nothing to do with Lily’s death. She’s

innocent in this.”

Olivia went still in my arms, her body suddenly heavy with despair. When she looked up at me,

the raw pain in her eyes made my chest ache.

“You still don’t believe me,” she whispered. “After everything, you still choose her.”

She pushed against my chest, her strength returning with her anger. “Get away from my

daughter’s grave!” she snarled, her voice breaking with emotion. “Both of you! Leave this

sacred place!”

Instead of releasing her, I pulled her tighter against my chest, refusing to let go despite her

struggles. Her scent–once so comforting to me–filled my senses, mingled now with the salt

of her tears.

“Victoria,” I said without turning, “please leave us.”

Victoria’s protest was immediate. “Ethan, I can’t leave you alone with her when she’s like this!

She’s already injured you twice!”

I turned my head slightly, my gaze finding hers. Something in my expression must have

conveyed my seriousness, because her objection died on her lips.

“Go,” I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Victoria hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave before further provoking Olivia. But when my gaze

turned cold, she nodded reluctantly.

“Call me if you need anything,” she said, touching my arm one last time before turning to

leave.

She had taken only a few steps when she stopped abruptly, her body tensing. Following her

gaze, I saw a small procession making its way through the cemetery–my grandmother, Matriarch Evelyn Stone, supported by her security team.

(Matriarch Evelyn’s POV)

I made my way slowly through Sacred Moonlight Cemetery, leaning heavily on my cane. Though my body had grown frail with age, my mind remained sharp, my will undiminished.

<Chapter 105 Cemetery Show..

+15 Points >

The sight before me confirmed everything Olivia had told me–my grandson holding her back. while Victoria Frost stood smugly near Lily’s grave. The desecrated offerings scattered across

the ground told their own story.

“Grandmother,” Ethan said, surprise evident in his voice. “What are you doing here?”

I ignored him, my gaze fixed on Olivia. The poor girl’s shoulders sagged with relief at the sight

of me, fresh tears streaming down her face.

“Grandmother,” she whispered, the title an acknowledgment of the bond we shared despite the

absence of blood relation.

I nodded to her, then turned my attention to Victoria Frost. The woman had the audacity to

smile at me, as if we were meeting at a social gathering rather than at my great–granddaughter’s desecrated grave.

“Matriarch Stone,” she said, dipping into a respectful curtsy. “What a surprise to see you out so

early.”

Cold fury filled me. This woman had helped kill my great–granddaughter, had spat on her

grave, and now dared to address me with false respect.

“Seize that woman,” I commanded, my voice carrying the weight of decades of authority.

My security team moved immediately, surrounding Victoria before she could react. Her blue eyes widened with genuine fear for the first time.

“Ethan!” she cried, reaching toward him. “Tell them to stop! What is happening?”

My grandson stepped forward, still holding Olivia against his side. “Grandmother, what are you

doing?”

“Justice,” I replied simply. “Something you have failed to provide.”

The security team grabbed Victoria’s arms, forcing her to her knees before Lily’s Moonstone Tombstone. She struggled against their grip, her perfect composure finally cracking.

“Ethan, please!” she begged. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”

(Ethan’s POV)

I watched in shock as my grandmother’s security team forced Victoria to her knees. This was

happening too quickly, spiraling beyond my control.

“Release her immediately,” I demanded, my Alpha voice resonating with authority.

To my surprise, the security team ignored me, their loyalty to my grandmother apparently

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superseding their respect for my position as Alpha King.

+15 Points >

“Grandmother,” I said, stepping toward her, “this is inappropriate. Whatever accusations Olivia

has made-”

“Are true,” my grandmother interrupted, her voice sharp despite her frail appearance. “I have

seen the evidence myself.”

Victoria continued to struggle against her captors. “What evidence? There is no evidence

because I’ve done nothing wrong!”

I moved to intervene, but hesitated. We stood before Lily’s grave, a sacred place that deserved respect. Using force here, even to protect Victoria, felt wrong somehow.

While I hesitated, the security team bound Victoria’s hands behind her back with what appeared to be ceremonial restraints. One of them stuffed a cloth into her mouth, silencing

her protests.

Olivia stepped forward, her face transformed by hatred. In her hand, she held the Ancestral Pack Whip–a traditional implement of pack justice that I hadn’t seen used in years.

“This is for Lily,” she said, her voice eerily calm.

Before I could stop her, she brought the whip down across Victoria’s back. Victoria’s scream

was muffled by the gag, but her body jerked with pain.

Again and again, Olivia lashed out, each strike drawing blood through Victoria’s torn designer clothes. The security team held Victoria firmly, preventing her from escaping the punishment.

I fought my way through the security team, their training no match for my Alpha strength. By the time I reached Victoria, her back was a bloody mess, her designer clothes torn to shreds.