Chapter 122: Victoria’s Despair
Chapter 122: Victoria’s Despair
(Victoria’s POV)
I tried to sit up, but something was wrong. My arms moved, but my lower body remained
motionless. A cold dread washed over me.
“I can’t move my legs,” I whispered, panic rising in my throat. “Why can’t I move my legs?”
The nurse’s expression softened with practiced sympathy. “Dr. Wilson will be here shortly to
discuss your condition.”
I reached down, pinching my thigh hard. Nothing. Not even the faintest sensation. The panic
exploded into full–blown terror.
“Fix this!” I screamed, grabbing the nurse’s arm. “Fix this now!”
Dr. Samuel Wilson chose that moment to enter, his face grave as he approached my bed. “Ms.
Frost, I’m afraid I have difficult news.”
“Just tell me,” I hissed, my wolf snarling beneath the surface.
“The fall caused significant damage to your spinal cord,” he explained, his voice clinically
detached. “You’ve sustained a complete injury at the T10 vertebra.”
I stared at him blankly, refusing to process his words.
“You’re paralyzed from the waist down,” he continued. “I’m sorry, but the damage is
permanent.”
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, that’s impossible. I’m a werewolf. We heal.”
Dr. Wilson sighed. “Even werewolf healing has limitations. The spinal cord is delicate. Once
severed completely…”
“You’re paralyzed,” the woman in the next bed stated bluntly, her voice laced with cruel satisfaction. “You’ll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.”
I recognized her then – Veronica Palmer, a she–wolf from a minor family who had always envied my position in the pack.
“Shut up!” I snarled, my fangs elongating with rage.
Veronica smirked. “Karma’s a b***h, isn’t it? Wasn’t it Olivia who warned you about retribution
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for what you did to her daughter?”
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The memory of Olivia’s words at Lily’s grave hit me like a physical blow. “You will pay for this,”
she had said. “The Moon Goddess sees all.”
I lunged toward Veronica, but my dead weight legs anchored me to the bed. The sudden.
movement sent a wave of nausea through me, and I retched over the side of the mattress.
“Nurse!” Dr. Wilson called, rushing to stabilize me. “Get Ms. Palmer moved to another ward
immediately!”
As they wheeled Veronica away, her laughter echoed down the corridor. “Enjoy your new life,
Victoria!”
Left alone with the reality of my condition, I stared at my useless legs. This couldn’t be happening. Not to me. I had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to end up like this.
My mind raced back to when I first arrived at Silvercrest Pack territory. I had been nobody then
– just another she–wolf seeking protection. But I had been clever. I had researched Ethan
Stone’s past, discovered his childhood sweetheart had been called “Vicky.”
It had been so easy to convince him I was that same girl, grown up. His memory of her had been hazy at best, clouded by the trauma of his mother’s death. And I had played the part perfectly.
For years, I had maintained the deception, working my way into his heart, his bed, his life. I
had even managed to position my daughter Emma as his favorite, despite her having no biological connection to him.
–
My greatest triumph had been redirecting that kidney donor from Lily to Emma. Nathan Blackwood had been surprisingly easy to convince his loyalty to me outweighing any ethical concerns. And when Lily died, I had comforted Ethan, solidifying my position while Olivia fell
apart.
I had been untouchable. Until now.
“Ms. Frost?” A timid voice interrupted my thoughts.
Dorothy Lawson, my housekeeper, stood at the doorway, clutching a small bag of my personal
items.
“Finally,” I snapped. “Give me my phone. Now.”
Dorothy hurried forward, her eyes widening as she took in my condition. “Ms. Frost, I’m so sorry-”
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“Save it,” I cut her off, snatching the bag from her hands. “Just help me sit up properly.”
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As Dorothy adjusted my pillows, I dug through the bag for my phone. I needed to call Ethan.
He would arrange a private room, better doctors, specialists who could fix this.
My fingers trembled as I dialed his number. It rang several times before someone answered –
but it wasn’t Ethan.
“Maxwell Chen speaking,” came the formal voice of Ethan’s special assistant.
“Maxwell, where is Ethan? I need to speak with him immediately.”
There was a pause, too long to be anything but bad news.
“Ms. Frost,” Maxwell said carefully. “I regret to inform you that Alpha King Stone is currently in
the intensive care unit.”
The phone nearly slipped from my grasp. “What? What happened to him?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss the details over the phone,” Maxwell replied, his tone maddeningly professional. “But his condition is critical.”
“I’m coming to see him,” I declared, already trying to swing my legs over the side of the bed.
“Ms. Frost, I don’t think-”
I hung up, tossing the phone aside. “Dorothy, help me into a wheelchair. Now.”
Dorothy hesitated. “Ms. Frost, you’ve just regained consciousness. Perhaps you should rest-
“Now!” I roared, my wolf surging to the surface.
Reluctantly, Dorothy fetched a wheelchair from the corridor. As she helped me move, I realized the source of the unpleasant odor that had been offending my sensitive nose since waking.
I had soiled myself.
The humiliation burned through me like acid. “Get me cleaned up,” I hissed, mortification turning to rage. “And find me some decent clothes.”
Dorothy worked quickly, her face carefully blank as she helped clean and dress me. The indignity of needing assistance for such basic functions was almost unbearable.
When she finally settled me in the wheelchair, I gripped the armrests so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Take me to Ethan. Now.”
Dorothy pushed me through the corridors of the medical den, past curious stares and whispered comments. My wolf snarled at each pitying glance, each hastily averted gaze.
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We were stopped at the entrance to the intensive care unit by a stern–faced nurse. “Family
only.”
“I am family,” I lied smoothly. “I’m his mate.”
The nurse’s eyes narrowed. “His mate is Olivia Winters.”
“His true mate,” I insisted, letting my wolf rise to the surface. “Now let me through before I have you fired.”
The nurse hesitated, then stepped aside. “Ten minutes only.”
Inside, I found Maxwell Chen standing guard outside a private room. His eyes widened slightly
at the sight of me in a wheelchair, but he quickly composed his features.
“Ms. Frost,” he greeted me formally. “I’m afraid Alpha Stone is not receiving visitors.”
“What happened to him?” I demanded, wheeling myself closer. “Tell me everything.”
Maxwell’s expression remained carefully neutral. “He sustained a serious injury to his kidney. The wound was inflicted with a silver–edged weapon, which has complicated his natural
healing.”
My mind immediately connected the dots. “It was Olivia, wasn’t it? She stabbed him!”
Maxwell’s silence was confirmation enough.
“Where is she now?” I asked, already reaching for my phone to call the Northern Territory
Enforcers.
Maxwell’s hand shot out, stopping me. “Alpha Stone left explicit instructions. No enforcers are
to be involved.”
He pulled out his phone, playing a recording of Ethan’s voice: “Don’t call the enforcers. It has nothing to do with her… Whether I live or die, don’t make things difficult for her.”
I stared at Maxwell in disbelief. “She tried to kill him, and he’s protecting her?”
“Those are his orders,” Maxwell said firmly. “And as his assistant, I will ensure they are
followed.”
I forced myself to take a deep breath, to think strategically. “Of course,” I said, softening my tone. “Ethan knows best. I would never go against his wishes.”
Maxwell’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Thank you for understanding.”
“May I use the private washroom?” I asked, gesturing to the door across the hall. “I’m still
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adjusting to… this.” I indicated the wheelchair with a grimace.
Maxwell nodded sympathetically. “Of course. Do you need assistance?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Dorothy can help me.”
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Once inside the washroom with the door locked, I pulled out my phone again. But I didn’t call
the enforcers. I called Elder Richard Stone, Ethan’s father.
“Victoria?” his gruff voice answered. “What’s happened?”
“It’s Ethan,” I said, letting tears fill my voice. “He’s been stabbed. With silver. It’s critical.”
“What?” Elder Stone’s roar was so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “Who did this?”
“Olivia,” I whispered, as if afraid of being overheard. “She stabbed him and fled. But Ethan left
orders not to involve the enforcers.”
“That’s absurd!” Elder Stone growled. “I’m coming immediately. Where are you?”
“Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, intensive care unit,” I replied. “Please hurry. I’m… I’m scared he
won’t make it.”
I ended the call, a smile spreading across my face despite the pain and humiliation of my condition. Olivia Winters had taken my legs, but I would take everything from her.
Within the hour, Elder Richard Stone arrived at the medical den with Eleanor Stone, Ethan’s
aunt, in tow. Their faces were thunderous as they stormed through the corridors.
Maxwell tried to intercept them outside Ethan’s room. “Elder Stone, I must inform you that
Alpha Stone left specific instructions-”
“Stand aside, boy,” Elder Stone growled, his authority as former Alpha still formidable. “That’s
my son in there.”
I wheeled myself forward, tears streaming down my face. “Elder Stone, thank the Moon
Goddess you’re here. It’s terrible… Olivia deliberately stabbed him with a silver blade.”
Elder Richard’s face contorted with rage. “That Omega b***h dared to attack my son?”
Maxwell stepped forward. “Sir, with all due respect, Alpha Stone specifically ordered-”
“I don’t care what he ordered!” Elder Stone roared. “My son is fighting for his life because of
that woman’s treachery!”
He pulled out his phone, dialing a number with angry jabs of his finger. “Chief Garrison? This
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is Elder Richard Stone. I want Olivia Winters arrested immediately for the attempted murder of Alpha King Ethan Stone.”
