Chapter 128: Victoria is Crippled
Chapter 128: Victoria is Crippled
(Olivia’s POV)
Victoria’s legs were useless, dragging on the ground like dead weight as I pulled her across the private dining room floor by her hair. Her perfectly styled blonde locks twisted in my grip as she whimpered pathetically.
“Not so powerful now, are you?” I whispered, my voice eerily calm.
I gripped Victoria’s hair tighter with one hand, my other hand firmly holding the back of her neck. With werewolf strength, I slammed her head against the wall with a resounding “Bang!”
The impact left Victoria dazed, her forehead immediately bruising but not bleeding. I didn’t want blood evidence.
“That’s for Lily,” I hissed.
I threw her to the floor with a force that made her body bounce slightly before settling. Her designer dress twisted around her paralyzed legs.
Victoria’s eyes widened with rage. She tried to curse at me, but the cloth gag muffled her words into unintelligible sounds. Her manicured nails clawed at the hardwood floor as she desperately tried to drag herself toward the door.
Her bodyguards were just outside. If she could reach them…
I kicked her away with a swift movement, sending her sprawling back across the floor.
“Going somewhere?” I asked, walking calmly to the door and locking it.
Victoria’s eyes tracked my every move, terror replacing her initial anger. She knew what was
coming.
I turned back to her, my emerald eyes cold and calculating. This wasn’t the emotional
breakdown she’d witnessed at Lily’s grave. This was methodical retribution.
The first kick landed on her ribs, careful not to break them but hard enough to make her curl
into herself. I followed with a series of slaps, each one precise and controlled.
“Two years,” I said, punctuating each word with another slap. “Two years I’ve waited for this
moment.”
I was careful with my assault, targeting painful but non–crippling spots. I didn’t need to
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permanently damage her–her paralysis had already done that. This was about power.
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The power dynamic had shifted drastically. Two years ago, Victoria had stood over me at my daughter’s grave, taunting me about my grief while I collapsed in tears. Now, I was in control.
I crouched down, gripping Victoria’s jaw with enough force to make her wince.
“Victoria Frost, you really couldn’t wait, could you?” I said mockingly. “You had to come find me, just like you did at Lily’s grave.”
Her eyes widened at the mention of my daughter.
“I know what you’re doing,” I continued, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Trying to provoke me, just like before. Preying on my grief for Lily.”
Victoria tried to shake her head, but my grip was too tight.
“But I’m not that broken woman anymore.”
(Victoria’s POV)
I stared into Olivia’s emerald eyes, searching for the unstable grief I’d exploited two years ago. Instead, I found something far more terrifying–clarity.
She was calm. Too calm.
This wasn’t the emotional wreck who had collapsed at her daughter’s grave. This Olivia had recovered from her mental illness, and that made her infinitely more dangerous.
Her hand connected with my cheek again, the slap echoing in the private dining room. Again
and again, she struck me until her own palm was red from the impact.
I tried to scream through the gag, but only muffled sounds emerged. My face burned with each
slap, tears streaming down my cheeks–not from emotion, but from the physical pain.
“This is for every time you called Emma ‘our daughter‘ in front of Ethan,” Olivia said, landing
another blow.
My head snapped to the side with the force of it.
“This is for stealing Lily’s kidney donor,” she continued, her voice still unnervingly controlled as
she delivered another slap.
How did she know about that? Panic surged through me.
“And this,” she said, leaning close to my ear, “is for trying to kill me.”
The beating continued until I was sobbing through the gag, my pride shattered along with my
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composure. I had never felt so helpless, so utterly at someone else’s mercy.
Suddenly, a commotion outside the door caught our attention.
“Alpha King Stone has arrived,” one of my bodyguards announced loudly.
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Olivia paused, her hand raised for another strike. She glanced toward the door, then back at me. With a swift movement, she removed the gag from my mouth.
I saw my chance for revenge.
“b***h, now you’re scared, it’s too late!” I spat, blood and saliva spraying from my split lip.
Olivia’s response was immediate–another powerful kick that sent pain radiating through my
torso.
I crawled toward the door, my wolf instincts driving me to seek protection from the Alpha. My legs dragged uselessly behind me, a constant reminder of my vulnerability.
“Ethan!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Ethan, help me! She’s trying to kill me!”
The door shuddered as something–or someone–slammed against it from the outside.
“Victoria!” Ethan’s voice called, concern evident in his tone.
With a splintering c***k, the door flew open, kicked in by Ethan’s Alpha strength. He rushed in, his amber eyes taking in the scene before him.
(Ethan’s POV)
The sight that greeted me froze my blood. Victoria lay on the floor, her face bruised and
swollen, her designer dress torn and disheveled. Her wheelchair had been pushed against the far wall, deliberately out of her reach.
And standing over her, calm and collected, was Olivia.
“What have you done?” I demanded, rushing to Victoria’s side.
Victoria reached for me with trembling hands, her fingers clutching at my shirt. “Ethan,” she
whimpered, “she attacked me… I couldn’t defend myself…”
I gathered her into my arms, careful not to cause her further pain. Her body felt fragile against my chest, and she buried her face in my neck, her tears wet against my skin.
“It hurts so much,” she sobbed, her voice breaking in a way that made my protective instincts
flare.
I gently placed her in her wheelchair, making sure she was secure before turning to face
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Olivia.
My mate stood tall, unrepentant, her emerald eyes meeting mine without flinching.
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“Wanwan, Victoria’s legs are already crippled,” I said, my voice low with controlled anger. “Was this really necessary?”
Something flashed in Olivia’s eyes–a cold realization that chilled me to the bone.
“I see,” she said, her voice soft but cutting. “Two years in a wheelchair equals our daughter’s death in your mind.”
Her words struck me like physical blows. Before I could respond, the doorway darkened with another presence.
Lucas Blackwood stepped into the room, his gray eyes assessing the situation in an instant. Without hesitation, he moved to Olivia’s side, taking her hand in his.
“Liv, let’s go back,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.
The sight of their intertwined fingers sent a surge of possessive rage through me. My wolf howled inside, furious at seeing another Alpha touching my mate.
“Stop them,” I ordered my bodyguards, who had followed me into the room. “They’re not leaving until the authorities arrive.”
Olivia’s laugh was bitter and sharp. “Ethan Stone, who do you think you are? Do I need your permission to leave?”
Her defiance only fueled my anger. Before I could respond, Victoria’s voice cut through the tension.
“Ethan, take me to the medical den,” she pleaded, her voice weak with pain. “I need an examination. I’m in so much pain.”
The genuine distress in her voice snapped me back to the immediate concern. If Victoria had internal injuries…
“We’re going to the medical den,” I decided, lifting her from the wheelchair to carry her more securely. “My men will handle this situation.”
As I carried Victoria toward the door, she looked over my shoulder at Olivia. I couldn’t see her expression, but I heard Olivia’s soft, dangerous laugh in response.
“This isn’t over,” Victoria mouthed silently to Olivia.
Olivia’s smile was sardonic. “I’m counting on it.”
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(Victoria’s POV)
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The examination room at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den was cool and sterile. Dr. Samuel Wilson’s hands were gentle as he documented each bruise, each mark on my body.
“I need a complete report,” I insisted, wincing dramatically as he examined a particularly dark bruise on my ribs. “Every injury, no matter how small.”
Dr. Wilson nodded professionally. “Of course, Miss Frost. I’ll be thorough.”
Ethan stood by the door, his amber eyes dark with concern and barely contained rage. He hadn’t spoken much since bringing me here, but his protective presence was enough.
While the doctor continued his examination, I discreetly sent a message on my phone. The Northern Territory Enforcers would be my weapon against Olivia Winters.
By the time she was released from prison for assaulting me, I would be Ethan’s marked mate. Then I could deal with her permanently.
“The examination is complete,” Dr. Wilson announced, stepping back. “I’ll prepare the report immediately.”
“Thank you, doctor,” I said, injecting weakness into my voice. “I appreciate your thoroughness.”
Dr. Wilson handed the completed report to Ethan, who scanned it with a frown.
Now was the time to strike.
“Ethan,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “I’ve already called the Enforcers.”
His head snapped up, his amber eyes narrowing dangerously.
“They’ll be here soon to take my statement,” I continued, mistaking his silence for approval. “Olivia Winters will face justice for what she’s done.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop as Ethan’s Alpha aura filled the space. His voice, when he finally spoke, was deadly quiet.
“Victoria, who told you to call the Enforcers?”
