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Chapter 179: The Outburst at the Police Precinct 

Chapter 179: The Outburst at the Police Precinct 

(Victoria’s POV) 

“Lucas, let’s go back to the Healing Den.” Olivia’s voice was weak, her emerald eyes dull with 

exhaustion. 

I watched her slender frame sag with fatigue. She looked pathetic, like she might collapse at 

any moment. Good. Let her suffer. 

“Alright,” Lucas Blackwood replied, his voice gentle as he wrapped his arm around her 

shoulders. 

My wolf bristled beneath my skin as I watched Olivia lean into him, not resisting his touch. Their closeness was unmistakable as they walked toward the exit together. I glanced at Ethan 

and saw the jealousy flash across his face. 

His amber eyes narrowed, tracking Olivia’s every move. He took an instinctive step forward, clearly wanting to follow them, to pull his Luna back into his arms. 

I tugged his wrist sharply, reminding him of my presence. “Ethan,” I whimpered, injecting vulnerability into my voice. 

He blinked, as if suddenly remembering I was still there in my wheelchair. The momentary 

spell broken, he looked down at me with conflicted eyes. 

“Ethan, can you help me with the paperwork now?” I asked softly, my wolf projecting vulnerability pheromones that filled the space between us. 

“Mm,” he answered, lowering his gaze and pulling his attention away from Olivia’s retreating 

form. 

He accompanied the Territory Enforcers to complete the formalities for my release. The moment he disappeared from sight, I wheeled myself after Olivia, my eyes burning with resentment, my wolf bristling beneath my skin. 

Outside the police precinct, I spotted Lucas heading for the parking lot. He left Olivia waiting alone at the entrance, clearly not wanting her to walk any further in her fragile state. 

Perfect. She was alone. 

I glanced at the security cameras mounted above the entrance, calculating their angles. 

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Carefully, I positioned my wheelchair with my back to the surveillance equipment, making sure 

my actions and words would not be recorded. From this position, I could still monitor the 

entrance from the corner of my eye, watching for Ethan or anyone else who might interrupt. 

“Olivia Winters, you guessed right. It was me,” I said coldly, not bothering to turn and look at 

her directly. 

My wolf’s eyes gleamed with malice as I finally spoke the truth. “It was me who made Connor 

Blackthorn spread rumors about you being a rogue’s mate, just to agitate your mother. I 

pushed your mother down the stairs and bribed Edith Barnes to pull out her oxygen tube. I 

wanted her dead! She deserved it! Just like your little pup deserved to die!” 

With each word, my hatred deepened, my wolf snarling beneath my skin. The release of finally 

speaking these truths aloud was intoxicating. 

“Your very existence is a crime against this pack,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “You 

and your worthless daughter never belonged here. You stole what should have been mine!” 

My fingers tightened on the armrests of my wheelchair. “No one will take my place as Little 

Orange. No one! Not even you, Olivia Winters. I’ve worked too hard, sacrificed too much to let 

you ruin everything now.” 

I could sense her rage building, her wolf howling beneath her skin. Good. I wanted her to 

break. 

“You should thank me, really,” I continued, my voice turning sickeningly sweet. “Your little runt died at five–just a pup, all alone down there in the Moonlight Fair, so pitiful!” 

I twisted the knife deeper. “And you, the cowardly Luna, too afraid to die, not even willing to go down and accompany her. So I, as her aunt, had to do something good–send her grandmother down to keep her company!” 

I couldn’t help the triumphant note that crept into my voice. “Too bad the old woman survived both the fall and the unplugged oxygen tube. She’s more resilient than I expected.” 

(Olivia’s POV) 

Every word Victoria spoke was like a silver blade slicing through my heart. My wolf raged beneath my skin, clawing to break free and tear this monster apart. 

But I noticed the security cameras above us. This was another of Victoria’s traps. She was deliberately baiting me, hoping I would attack her and be caught on camera. Then she could play the victim again and have me imprisoned by the Territory Enforcers. 

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I forced myself to remain still, though my entire body trembled with the effort. 

Victoria pressed harder, her words becoming more cutting, her wolf’s scent turning acidic with hatred. 

“Why are you all still alive?” she spat, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You should just die with your useless mother and reunite with your little bastard pup in the ancestral hunting grounds!” 

I was on the verge of collapse, every muscle taut with rage and despair. My wolf clawed beneath my skin, desperate to break free and attack. The mention of Lily–my precious daughter–in such cruel terms was almost more than I could bear. 

At that moment, Lucas Blackwood drove up in his Armored SUV. He couldn’t hear what Victoria was saying, but one look at her triumphant, vicious expression told him everything he 

needed to know. 

His gray eyes met mine through the windshield, and I saw understanding dawn in them. He recognized what was holding me back–the cameras. 

Lucas silently mouthed to me, “Do it. I’ll handle the cameras.” 

Our tacit understanding was perfect. Without hesitation, Lucas suddenly accelerated, bringing his Armored SUV around to block the line of sight from the security cameras. 

In that instant, I sprang into action. 

My wolf lent me strength I didn’t know I possessed. I stormed up to Victoria, grabbed a fistful of her perfectly styled hair, and slapped her across the face with all my might. 

Again and again, my hand connected with her cheek, each strike fueled by years of hatred and grief. For Lily. For my mother. For every moment of suffering this woman had caused. 

I didn’t hold back. Only my own exhaustion eventually stopped my arms when I could no longer lift them, my wolf panting with satisfaction beneath my skin. 

Victoria, caught off guard, was stunned at first. Her eyes widened in shock before pain flooded her senses, her wolf cowering beneath her skin. 

“Olivia Winters, you b***h!” she screamed, blood streaming from her split lip as she tried to fight back with her weakened arms, 

But Lucas appeared behind her, his strong hands pinning Victoria’s arms so she could do nothing but take the beating. Her cheeks swelled, streaked with blood, her wolf whimpering in pain and humiliation. 

When my arms finally gave out, I delivered one final kick to her wheelchair. The force sent 

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Victoria–chair and all–tumbling down the steps of the precinct. 

She screamed in terror as she fell face–first into a dirty puddle at the roadside. Her 

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Raven–Trimmed Wheelchair crashed painfully against her outstretched hands as filthy water filled her mouth, cutting short her wolf’s howl of pain. 

(Ethan’s POV) 

I finished the paperwork with the Territory Enforcers, signing the final release forms for 

Victoria. Looking around, I realized she was no longer in the waiting area. 

“Where’s Victoria?” I asked Officer Benjamin Trent, who was organizing the files. 

“She left a few minutes ago, Alpha King Stone,” he replied respectfully. “I believe she went 

outside.” 

Frowning, I hurried toward the exit. Victoria was still weak from her night in detention–she 

shouldn’t be alone. 

The moment I stepped outside, my Alpha senses picked up distress pheromones. The scent 

was unmistakable–Victoria was in danger. 

My eyes quickly found her sprawled on the ground at the bottom of the steps, her wheelchair 

overturned beside her. Her face was battered and bloodied, almost unrecognizable beneath 

the swelling and bruises. 

My wolf surged with protective rage as I rushed to her side. Gently, I helped her up from the 

dirty water, cradling her against my chest. 

“Victoria,” I whispered, staring at her swollen, bleeding face. My anger boiled over, my amber eyes flashing with Alpha fury. 

“Ethan,” Victoria choked out, tears and blood mingling on her cheeks, her wolf projecting pitiful vulnerability pheromones, “it was Olivia…”