Chapter 129: Wounded Pride
Chapter 129: Wounded Pride
(Victoria’s POV)
“He attacked me like a wild animal!” I sobbed, clutching Ethan’s arm as tears streamed down
my
face. “She knew I couldn’t defend myself with my paralyzed legs!”
My wolf whimpered pathetically inside me, playing up our victimhood. The bruises on my face were already darkening, and I made sure to wince dramatically whenever I shifted in my
wheelchair.
“She dragged me across the floor by my hair,” I continued, voice breaking. “Slammed my head
against the wall. Called me horrible names!”
I looked up at Ethan through tear–soaked lashes, expecting to see his amber eyes darkening with protective rage. Instead, his expression remained eerily calm, almost detached.
“Are you even listening?” I demanded, my voice rising with hysteria. “Your mate tried to kill
me!”
Ethan’s jaw tightened. “I heard you, Victoria.”
His wolf’s energy remained controlled, contained. Not at all the reaction I’d anticipated.
“And?” I prompted, squeezing his arm harder.
“And you provoked her,” he stated flatly. “Again.”
I recoiled as if slapped. “What?”
I
“Victoria, two years ago I told you to stay away from Olivia and not appear in her territory,” he said coldly. “Yet you deliberately sought her out today.”
Horror dawned as I realized Ethan was siding with Olivia.
“You had bodyguards,” he continued, his voice hardening. “Who conveniently waited outside
while you requested a ‘private conversation‘ with my mate.”
“I was trying to make peace!” I protested.
Ethan’s laugh was short and bitter. “We both know that’s not true.”
My wolf bristled beneath my skin, indignation rising. “I’m pressing charges,” I declared. “The Northern Territory Enforcers will—”
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“Will what?” Ethan interrupted. “Arrest the Luna of Silvercrest Pack based on your word
alone?”
Dr. Samuel Wilson chose that moment to enter with my medical report. I straightened, anticipating vindication.
“The examination is complete, Alpha King,” Dr. Wilson said professionally. “Miss Frost’s
injuries are superficial–bruising to the face and torso, minor contusions. Nothing that qualifies as even light injuries under Northern Territory werewolf law.”
My mouth fell open in shock. “That’s impossible! I’m in agony!”
Dr. Wilson’s expression remained neutral. “The pain you’re experiencing is likely due to your pre–existing condition, not today’s altercation.”
Fury bubbled inside me. That b***h Olivia had calculated everything perfectly–hurting me enough to satisfy her revenge while staying just under the legal threshold for assault charges.
“This is outrageous,” I hissed. “I demand a second opinion!”
“Victoria, don’t make a fuss,” Ethan said with finality. “I’ll take you home to rest. I’ll handle the
Territory Enforcers‘ report.”
My wolf snarled internally but submitted to the Alpha’s command. I nodded stiffly, swallowing
my rage.
“Thank you, Ethan,” I managed, voice honeyed despite my fury. “You’re always so good to me.”
Ethan’s expression remained unreadable as he wheeled me toward the exit.
The drive to Rosewood Haven passed in tense silence. My mind raced with plans for revenge,
each more vicious than the last. Olivia Winters would pay for this humiliation.
Once we arrived, Ethan personally wheeled me inside, his movements efficient rather than
tender.
“I’ll call the Enforcers and ensure this matter is closed,” he stated, already pulling out his
phone.
“But Ethan-”
“No, Victoria,” he cut me off firmly. “This ends now. You provoked Olivia, and you’re fortunate
she showed restraint.”
Restraint? My face throbbed with pain. This was his idea of restraint?
“Rest,” he ordered, turning to leave. “And stay away from Olivia.”
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The door closed behind him with quiet finality.
Alone in my bedroom, rage consumed me. Olivia had manipulated the situation perfectly. She’d beaten me in front of Lucas Blackwood, humiliated me, and still emerged blameless in
Ethan’s eyes.
My wolf howled with fury inside me. I changed into my Midnight Seduction Nightgown, its black silk cool against my bruised skin. Taking a seductive selfie that strategically hid the
worst of my bruises, I sent it to Ethan with the message: “Missing you already. Come back
tonight?”
The response wasn’t from Ethan.
My phone rang, displaying an unknown number. I answered cautiously.
“Victoria Frost, didn’t you say you wouldn’t let me go?”
Olivia’s mocking tone filled me with dread. Her voice carried the unmistakable satisfaction of
a predator who had cornered its prey.
“How did you get this number?” I demanded.
“The same way I got into the private dining room with you,” she replied smoothly. “I planned it.”
My fingers tightened around the phone. “You won’t get away with this. Ethan-”
“Ethan what?” she interrupted. “Will protect you? He just left you alone, didn’t he?”
The truth of her words stung worse than my bruises.
“You think you’re so clever,” I spat. “But you’ve made a powerful enemy.”
Olivia’s laugh was light, unconcerned. “I calculated exactly how much force to use, you know. Just enough to hurt your pride without crossing legal boundaries.”
“That’s right. What can you do to me?” she continued, her voice dripping with confidence. “Nothing. Just like you could do nothing when I dragged you across that floor.”
“You b***h!” I screamed, my partially paralyzed body trembling with rage.
“Careful, Victoria,” Olivia warned, her tone suddenly dangerous. “Next time, I might not be so merciful.”
The line went dead.
With a howl of fury, I hurled my phone against the wall. It shattered, pieces scattering across the floor like my dignity.
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Meanwhile, in her cottage at Maple Grove, Olivia Winters slept soundly, her wolf content and
undisturbed by the night’s events. The victory had settled some of the pain of Lily’s death,
allowing her a rare night of peaceful rest.
(Olivia’s POV)
C
Morning sunlight streamed through my kitchen window as I carefully arranged fresh
moonberries atop a stack of fluffy pancakes. The rare berries had cost a small fortune, but my
mother deserved something special.
I packed the breakfast into my Crystal–Infused Thermal Food Container, ensuring it would stay warm during the drive to Crescent Moon Medical Center.
My mother’s face lit up when I entered her room. “Olivia! What a lovely surprise.”
“Good morning, Mom,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I brought your favorite.”
Evelyn Winters‘ eyes widened at the sight of the moonberry pancakes. “Oh, sweetheart, you
shouldn’t have!”
“You’re worth it,” I insisted, setting up the small tray across her lap.
After breakfast, I helped her into a wheelchair for our daily walk in the Silvercrest Medical Garden. The spring air was fresh, carrying the scent of blooming flowers..
We paused near a small playground where two young pups were interacting–or rather, one was attempting to interact while the other remained aloof.
“Hi! I’m Ruby!” the little girl announced, her patient gown fluttering as she bounced excitedly.
“What’s your name?”
The boy, thin and pale in his matching gown, merely glanced at her before looking away.
“I’m here because my tummy gets sick sometimes,” Ruby continued, undeterred by his silence. “Is that why you’re here too?”
My mother chuckled softly beside me. “She reminds me of you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Me?”
“Mmmm,” she nodded. “Always trying to befriend the quiet ones. Remember that boy everyone
called ‘Ice Cube Brother‘?”
The memory made me smile. “Marcus. He wouldn’t talk to anyone.”
“But you were determined,” Mom said, her eyes warm with reminiscence. “Every day, you’d sit with him at lunch, chattering away while he ignored you.”
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“Until he didn’t,” I finished. “It took three months before he finally spoke to me.”
We watched as Ruby offered the silent boy a small flower she’d picked. After a moment’s
hesitation, he accepted it.
“Even as a pup, your wolf recognized kindred spirits who needed connection,” Evelyn said
softly, her eyes misty with memories. “That compassion is still in you, Olivia. Despite
everything.”
I squeezed her hand, throat tight with emotion.
After leaving the medical center, I drove to Moonstone Dining Hall for my meeting with Gwendolyn Pierce. The influential she–wolf was already seated at our reserved table, elegant as always in a tailored suit.
“Olivia, darling,” she greeted, air–kissing both my cheeks. “You look radiant today.”
I smiled, sliding into my seat. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice.”
“When it comes to talent like yours, I make time,” she replied, gesturing to the portfolio I’d brought. “Show me what you’ve done with my suggestions.”
For the next hour, we discussed the adjustments I’d made to my healing crystal designs. Gwendolyn’s eyes lit up with each new sketch I revealed.
“Brilliant,” she declared, examining a particularly intricate design. “The energy flow is perfectly balanced now.”
“I incorporated the moonstone configuration you recommended,” I explained. “It amplifies the healing properties significantly.”
Gwendolyn nodded approvingly. “I’d like to showcase these at my next gathering. The Pierce Pack’s endorsement could launch your independent career.”
My heart leaped at the opportunity. “I’d be honored.”
After our productive lunch, I returned to my cottage, energized by Gwendolyn’s enthusiasm. I spread my designs across my desk, eager to refine them further.
My phone buzzed with a message from Hunter Morgan: “Stone blocked Blackthorn’s retrial petition. Judge denied without hearing. Call me.”
My stomach dropped. Connor Blackthorn was crucial to my plans to expose Victoria’s role in Lily’s death. If Ethan was interfering…
Without hesitation, I dialed Ethan’s number. He answered on the second ring.
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“Olivia,” he greeted, his deep voice sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine.
“Stay out of Connor Blackthorn’s case,” I demanded, skipping pleasantries.
There was a pause. “I’m protecting you.”
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“I don’t need your protection,” I snapped, my emerald eyes flashing with determination. “I need
the truth.”
“The truth?” Ethan’s voice hardened. “The truth is that Connor Blackthorn tried to kill you. He
belongs behind bars.”
“That’s not your decision to make!”
“As Alpha King, many things are my decision,” he replied coolly. “Including the safety of my
mate.”
My wolf bristled at his possessive tone. “I’m doing this for my own reasons, Ethan.”
“I’m doing this for your own good, don’t be ungrateful,” he stated firmly, his Alpha authority
evident even through the phone.
Our conversation quickly escalated into a heated argument.
“You have no right to interfere in my affairs,” I snarled. “Not after everything you’ve done.”
“Everything I’ve done?” Ethan’s voice rose. “I’ve kept you safe, even when you didn’t know it!”
“Safe?” I laughed bitterly. “Where was this concern when Lily was dying? When I was grieving
alone?”
The mention of our daughter created a heavy silence.
“If you’re really doing this for me, why are you and Victoria still alive?” I finally said, my wolf’s pain breaking through my human control. The words hung between us, raw and terrible.
Ethan’s breathing was the only sound for several long moments.
“I still have pack business to attend to,” he finally said, his voice carefully controlled. “If you want to talk about this, come to my residence tonight.”
His Alpha voice slipped into the request, making it more command than invitation. He hung up abruptly, leaving me staring at my phone in frustration.
