Chapter 153: I Believe You
Chapter 153: I Believe You
(Third person’s POV)
“You believe me… I really didn’t… You know me, how could I be such a vicious person?”
Victoria Frost cried, each word laced with wounded vulnerability.
Her pale face was streaked with tears, her eyes wide and pleading as she looked up at Ethan
Stone. The Alpha King’s face remained impassive as he carefully wrapped a bandage around
her severely burned wrist.
The silver–edged wound smoked slightly, resisting her natural werewolf healing. The injury was
serious–potentially life–threatening if not treated properly.
“Ethan, please…” Victoria whispered, her voice breaking. “You’ve known me for so long. Would I
ever hurt a child?”
She was playing her trump card–their shared history, the special bond she believed they had.
As long as he believed her, he wouldn’t examine Connor Blackthorn’s evidence, even if the
rogue presented it.
But Ethan remained silent, his amber eyes cold as ice. His hands moved methodically as he
secured the bandage, but he offered no reassurance, no immediate trust as he had always
done before.
Victoria’s heart sank. This wasn’t the reaction she was accustomed to receiving from him.
“Say something,” she begged, her fingers weakly clutching at his sleeve. “Anything.”
Still, Ethan said nothing. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken
accusations.
Victoria felt panic rising in her chest. Without Ethan’s protection, without his unwavering belief
in her, everything she had built would crumble.
She couldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t.
With sudden, frantic energy, Victoria ripped at her bandages with desperate hands. “Ethan, you
don’t believe me, do you?” she cried, tearing away the white gauze to reveal the angry wound
beneath.
Fresh blood immediately began to flow, the scent of it sharp and metallic in the small room.
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“If you don’t believe me, what’s the point of living? I might as well die!” she sobbed, digging her
nails into the wound to make it bleed more profusely.
The silver contamination made the injury resistant to treatment, and as Victoria felt herself
weakening from blood loss, genuine panic flooded her system.
Her desperation wasn’t entirely an act. The thought of losing Ethan–of losing her position as
the favored woman of the Silvercrest Pack–was truly terrifying.
Without him, the luxurious life she’d built would vanish. Without his protection, she would be
vulnerable to those she had wronged.
“Victoria Frost! Stop moving, do you not want your hand anymore?” Ethan yelled, his voice
reverberating through the room as he grabbed her wrists, restraining her from causing further
damage.
His grip was firm but careful, mindful of her injury even in his anger. He was frantic with worry
about her reckless behavior.
With Matriarch Evelyn Stone gone and Olivia Winters‘ mother estranged, he felt he only had
Victoria left. She couldn’t die!
“I don’t want to live anymore, what do I need my hand for?” Victoria continued, her voice rising hysterically. “Since you choose to believe Olivia Winters, you’ve already judged me in your
heart!‘
She twisted in his grip, her face contorted with anguish. “You think that I’m that kind of vicious
person… Ethan, I really didn’t expect that one day, you wouldn’t believe me…”
Seeing the genuine concern in Ethan’s eyes, Victoria cried even harder, her body shaking with
sobs. She knew exactly what buttons to push, what fears to exploit.
Ethan’s face crumpled, the last of his resistance giving way. He couldn’t bear the thought of
losing another person close to him.
‘I believe you!” he finally said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Victoria, I believe you. Now please, stop this!”
Victoria collapsed against him, relief flooding her system. Her act had worked.
She buried her face against his chest, hiding the triumph in her eyes as he held her close, murmuring reassurances.
The emergency medical team arrived minutes later, bursting into the room with equipment and urgent voices. Ethan lifted Victoria carefully, cradling her against his chest as he carried
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her downstairs.
+25 Points >
Connor Blackthorn followed close behind, each step sending sharp pain through his injured
ribs. Despite knowing Victoria’s manipulative tactics, he couldn’t help but worry when he saw her severely burned wound.
Their decade–long bond still pulled at him despite everything. His love for her overshadowed
almost everything else–except his daughter’s safety.
Meanwhile, Olivia Winters remained on the floor of The Forsaken Room, her fingers clutching
Lily’s Ashes Crystal Pendant. The small crystal container felt warm against her palm, as if her
daughter’s spirit was somehow present.
“I won’t let her get away with this, Lily,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the tears in her
eyes. “I promise you.”
Ethan’s words echoed in her mind: “I believe you.” He had chosen Victoria again, despite
everything.
Olivia’s jaw tightened with resolve. She would avenge Lily and fight Victoria to the death if
necessary.
At the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, Victoria was rushed into the Bloodrush Chamber, medical staff swarming around her with urgent efficiency.
Connor waited anxiously in the corridor, his face drawn with worry. Despite everything Victoria had done, despite her betrayal and manipulation, he couldn’t simply turn off his feelings for
her.
Ethan stood by the door, his face grim, his posture rigid with tension. The seeds of doubt had been planted in his mind, but he had made his choice–at least for now.
After what seemed like hours, Dr. Samuel Wilson emerged from the treatment room, his expression serious.
“She’s out of immediate danger,” he announced, removing his surgical gloves. “But the next 24 hours will be crucial. The silver contamination in the wound is significant.”
Ethan nodded, his relief visible in the slight relaxation of his shoulders. “Can I see her?”
“Briefly,” Dr. Wilson agreed. “She’s being moved to a private recovery room now.”
As Victoria was wheeled past on a gurney, her eyes fluttered open. “Ethan,” she called weakly, her voice barely audible.
Ethan immediately moved to her side, taking her uninjured hand in his. “I’m here,” he assured
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her, his protective instinct overriding the doubts that lingered in his mind.
Victoria’s lips curved in a small, satisfied smile before her eyes closed again.
+25 Points >
The following morning, Emma Frost arrived at the medical den, her small face pinched with worry. She had learned about her mother’s hospitalization and had insisted on visiting
immediately.
“Daddy, is Mommy going to be okay?” she asked, her voice small and frightened as Ethan met
her at the entrance.
Ethan knelt down to her level, his expression softening. “Your mother is strong, Emma. She’ll
be fine.”
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He had arranged for a security guard to bring her safely to the medical den, unwilling to leave
Victoria’s side even to collect the child himself.
After spending some time comforting Emma, Ethan finally left to get some rest, his
exhaustion evident in the slump of his shoulders. He had been awake for over twenty–four hours, maintaining his vigil at Victoria’s bedside.
“I’ll be back soon,” he promised Emma, ruffling her hair gently before departing.
After he left, Victoria stirred, her eyes opening slowly. Not seeing Ethan, her gaze landed on
Emma, who sat quietly in a chair beside the bed.
“Where’s Ethan?” Victoria asked coldly, her maternal warmth suddenly absent.
Emma flinched at her mother’s tone. “I told him to go home and rest, Mommy. He looked so
tired.”
Victoria’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Without Ethan present, she saw no need to maintain her loving mother facade.
“Sarah,” she called to the medical assistant who had just entered the room. “Go to Timber’s Diner and get me some breakfast. I can’t eat this hospital food.”
Sarah Jenkins hesitated, glancing at the untouched tray of food beside the bed. “Ms. Frost,
Timber’s is at least half an hour away…”
“Did I ask for your opinion?” Victoria snapped. “Go. Now.”
Once Sarah had left and they were alone, Victoria’s demeanor changed completely. With surprising strength for someone who had lost so much blood, she pushed herself up in bed.
“You stupid girl,” she hissed at Emma. “You sent Ethan away? After everything that’s
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happened, you think it’s a good idea for him to leave my side?”
+25 Points >
Before Emma could respond, Victoria reached out and shoved her daughter hard, pushing her
off the chair. Emma hit her head on the floor with a dull thud but dared not cry out loud.
“This is all your fault,” Victoria continued, her voice venomous. “If you hadn’t been so greedy
for attention, none of this would have happened!”
Emma quickly scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with fear and remorse. “Mommy, I’m sorry.
It’s Emmy’s fault, you can punish Emmy however you want, please don’t be mad at Emmy.”
Victoria, feeling weak from blood loss, simply glared at her daughter. “Just you wait,” she
threatened, the promise of future punishment clear in her voice despite her weakened state.
Neither of them noticed Connor Blackthorn standing in the doorway, his face hardening as he
witnessed the scene.
He had been waiting outside the ward all night, torn between exposing Victoria completely and protecting the mother of his child. But seeing Victoria mistreat Emma solidified his
resolve.
For his daughter’s sake, he could no longer hesitate. His heart had been too weak to make the
decision, but now he knew–Emma’s safety must come before his lingering feelings for
Victoria.
