Chapter 177: Victoria’s Humiliation
Chapter 177: Victoria’s Humiliation
(Victoria’s POV)
“Mmph!” I tried to spit it out, gagging on the disgusting fabric.
The scarred she-wolf’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight. “Push it deeper, sisters. Our guest doesn’t appreciate our hospitality.”
A third wolf grabbed my jaw, forcing it open wider as the second shoved the rag further into my mouth. The fabric mixed with my own vomit, creating a paste that coated my tongue.
My body shook uncontrollably. Tears welled in my eyes as the full weight of my situation
crashed down on me. I was Victoria Frost–practically the Luna of the Silvercrest Pack! This
couldn’t be happening to me.
I looked up at my tormentors with what I hoped was a pitiful, pleading expression. It was a
look that had worked countless times on Ethan and other wolves who fell for my
manipulations.
The scarred she–wolf’s face contorted with rage. She spat directly into my face, the warm
saliva sliding down my cheek.
“Look at me like that again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out,” she growled, her claws extending
menacingly.
Terror shot through me. I immediately shut my eyes, not daring to challenge her threat.
“That’s better,” she laughed, shoving me harder against the wall.
The other inmates dragged the communal toilet over, positioning it directly in front of me.
They pushed me into the corner, trapping me in a space barely large enough for my body.
“Perfect spot for you,” one of them jeered. “Now you can enjoy the view all night long.”
I couldn’t move. The wall pressed against my back, the toilet blocked my front, and the bucket
of filth sat inches from my face. The cramped position made my muscles scream in protest.
Throughout the night, inmates used the toilet right in front of me. Each flush sent droplets of filthy water splashing onto my face and clothes. The stench grew increasingly unbearable.
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Minutes stretched into hours. Each second was an eternity of humiliation and discomfort. My designer clothes–worth more than these mongrels would see in a year–were now soiled
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I silently cursed Olivia Winters. This was her fault. Somehow, she had turned Ethan against me. After everything I’d done to secure my position, that worthless Omega had managed to
ruin it all.
If I ever got out of here, I would make her pay. I would destroy everything she loved–just as I had done with her precious daughter Lily.
The thought of revenge was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely as I
endured this nightmare.
(Olivia’s POV)
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I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. The steady beeping of the medical monitors had lulled me into
an exhausted slumber, my head resting uncomfortably on the edge of my mother’s hospital
bed.
A gentle pressure on my shoulder roused me. I blinked awake, momentarily disoriented by the
harsh fluorescent lighting of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den.
“You need proper rest,” a deep, familiar voice said.
I looked up to find Lucas Blackwood standing beside me, his powerful presence filling the
small hospital room. His gray eyes reflected genuine concern as he gazed down at me.
“Lucas,” I murmured, straightening in my chair. “When did you get here?”
“Just now,” he replied, his voice low and soothing. “I came as soon as I heard about your
mother.”
I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the fog of sleep. “How did you know?”
A slight smile curved his lips. “I have my connections. Word travels fast when it concerns people I care about.”
The admission surprised me. Lucas Blackwood, the imposing Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, wasn’t known for expressing concern so openly.
“You should go home and sleep in a proper bed,” he continued, his gaze moving to my mother’s still form. “I’ll take the vigil upon myself.”
I hesitated, reluctant to leave my mother’s side even for a moment. Victoria might be in
custody, but I didn’t trust that she wouldn’t find some way to harm my mother again.
As if sensing my thoughts, Lucas added, “No one will get past me, Olivia. Your mother will be
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There was something in his tone–an absolute certainty that came from being one of the most
powerful Alphas in the Northern Territory. His protective demeanor created a sense of safety
that my exhausted mind responded to instinctively.
“Just for a few hours,” I conceded, rising from the uncomfortable chair. My body ached from
the awkward position I’d slept in.
Lucas nodded, taking my place in the chair. “I’ll be here when you return.”
I paused at the door, looking back at this enigmatic man who had inserted himself into my life
with such determination. “Thank you, Lucas.”
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His only response was a slight nod, his attention already focused on my mother’s monitoring
equipment.
The next morning, I returned to find Lucas exactly where I’d left him, his vigilant presence unchanged despite the hours that had passed.
“You stayed all night,” I observed, setting down my bag.
“I said I would,” he replied simply, rising from the chair. “Your mother’s condition is stable.
There’s been no change.”
I nodded, both relieved and disappointed. Stable meant she wasn’t getting worse, but she also
wasn’t waking up.
“You must be hungry,” Lucas said, checking his watch. “The private dining area should be
open. Join me for breakfast.”
It wasn’t really a question, but I found I didn’t mind his commanding tone. After the emotional roller coaster of the past few days, there was something comforting about not having to make
decisions.
The medical den’s private dining area was quiet, reserved for pack officials and special guests. Lucas had already arranged for food to be waiting for us–a selection of fresh fruits,
venison sausage, and warm bread.
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As we ate, Lucas pushed a thermos toward me. “Spiced Longan–Ginger Red Date Tea,” he explained. “It helps with the pain.”
I looked at him in surprise. “How did you
know?”
A hint of a smile touched his lips. “Your scent changes slightly. Most wolves wouldn’t notice,
but I pay attention.”
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I felt my cheeks warm at his admission. The fact that he had noticed such a personal detail
about me was both embarrassing and oddly touching.
“Thank you,” I said, pouring the fragrant tea. The warm, spicy aroma was immediately
soothing.
Lucas nodded, his usually intimidating demeanor softened in the morning light. “We should
visit the Shadow Creek Police Precinct after breakfast. I want to hear directly from the officers
about Victoria’s detention.”
I agreed, taking a sip of the tea. The blend of herbs immediately eased the cramping pain I’d
been trying to ignore.
“James Knight arrived while you were sleeping,” Lucas informed me. “He’s with your mother
now.”
I nearly choked on my tea. “James is here? When did he get back?”
“Early this morning. He seems quite protective of you and your mother.”
There was a note in Lucas’s voice I couldn’t quite identify–not jealousy, exactly, but something
close to it.
After finishing our meal, we prepared to leave for the police precinct. We stopped by my mother’s room first, where James sat vigilantly by her bedside.
James looked up as we entered, his amber–flecked eyes serious for once. He held a baseball bat across his lap–Knight’s Midnight Defense Bat, as he called it.
“Liv,” he greeted me, his usual flirtatious tone absent. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m managing,” I replied, touched by his concern. “Lucas and I are heading to the police
station to check on Victoria’s case.”
James nodded, his grip tightening on the bat. “No one will get past me. Go find justice for
Mother Winters.”
His determination was clear, and I felt a surge of gratitude for his loyalty. Between Lucas and James, my mother would be well–protected in my absence.
At the Shadow Creek Police Precinct, we were immediately escorted to a private meeting room. To my surprise, Ethan Stone was already there, deep in conversation with Officer Daniel
Brooks.
Officer Brooks looked up as we entered, his expression professionally neutral. “Ms. Winters, Mr. Blackwood, thank you for coming.”
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“We’ve made significant progress in the investigation,” Officer Brooks began. “I was just informing Alpha King Stone that Victoria Frost is innocent of the attack on Evelyn Winters.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. “What?” I gasped, fury surging through me.
Before I could stop myself, I lunged forward and slapped Ethan across his face, the sound
cracking through the room.
“How dare you continue to protect her!” I snarled, my emerald eyes flashing dangerously. “After everything she’s done, you’re still defending her?”
Ethan’s wolf surged beneath his skin, his eyes flashing with anger at the public challenge. But before he could respond, Lucas stepped between us, his powerful presence creating a buffer.
The officer cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the tension between two powerful
Alphas and myself.
“Ms. Winters,” he explained carefully. “We’ve found the real culprit.”
My anger faltered, confusion taking its place. “What do you mean?”
“If you’ll follow me,” Officer Brooks said, gesturing toward the door, “I think it’s best if you see for yourself.”
He led us down a corridor to Interrogation Cell 7. Through the one–way glass, I could see a
man sitting at a metal table, his hands cuffed.
I gasped as recognition dawned. “Connor Blackthorn?”
“We’ve discovered that Mr. Blackthorn orchestrated the smear campaign against you,” Officer
Brooks explained. “He also bribed Edith Barnes to harm your mother.”
