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Chapter 211: The Reckoning 

Chapter 211: The Reckoning 

(Lucas’s POV) 

The words almost escaped my lips before I caught myself. 

“What if Lily isn’t dead?“. 

But I swallowed the question back. I was still investigating the mysterious young wolf pup in the Northern 

Packs who bore a striking resemblance to Lily. 

Without conclusive results, I couldn’t mention this possibility to Olivia. The risk of giving her false hope and 

watching her emotional collapse was too great. 

Olivia noticed my hesitation through our growing bond. Her emerald eyes searched my face. 

“If what?” she asked softly. 

“Nothing,” I replied, forcing a gentle smile. 

I needed to shift topics before she pressed further. Gently pushing her toward the sofa, I suggested, “You should rest. Let me make breakfast.” 

She shook her head stubbornly. “I want to help.” 

Together, we prepared a simple meal of venison and herbal tea. The domestic routine felt natural between us, our wolves content in each other’s presence. 

After breakfast, I reluctantly prepared to leave for Moonstone Pack business. Olivia mentioned her plans to visit Shadow Creek Mall. 

“I need outfits for my mother’s release from the medical den,” she explained. “And a birthday gift for Sophia.” 

I kissed her forehead gently before departing, my wolf already missing her warmth, 

(Olivia’s POV) 

At Shadow Creek Mall, I moved with purpose through the boutiques, selected several comfortable outfits for my mother’s homecoming, choosing soft fabrics that wouldn’t irritate her healing skin. 

For Sophia Blackwood’s birthday gift, I searched the jewelry section carefully. She was Lucas’s free–spirited artist sister, preferring unique pieces over famous brands. 

I found the perfect moonstone pendant at an independent artisan’s stall. The stone caught the light beautifully, its surface shimmering with ethereal blue fire. 

“This one, please,” I told the shop assistant, reaching for my card. 

“I want that pendant.” 

The familiar, provocative voice made my wolf bristle beneath my skin. Victoria Frost sat in her whee‘ behind me, her pale face twisted with malicious satisfaction. 

I ignored her completely, quietly handing my card to the assistant. 

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The young woman looked between us nervously. Her hands trembled as she recognized Victoria’s status as 

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Ethan Stone’s former favored mate. 

“I’m sorry, Miss Winters,” the assistant stammered. “Perhaps I could offer you a discount on other items 

instead?” 

She refused my card, intimidated by Victoria’s presence and the special privileges once bestowed upon her. 

Victoria’s laugh was sharp and cruel. She produced a black card from her purse, waving it triumphantly. 

“My unlimited VIP card,” she announced loudly. “Granted by Alpha King Ethan Stone himself.” 

Her voice carried across the store, drawing stares from other customers. “While you once begged Ethan for money for your bastard pup’s medical bills, I enjoyed unlimited spending and luxury.” 

Despite knowing Ethan now despised her, Victoria’s bravado was fueled by dangerous confidence. As long as Emma was with her, she believed Ethan’s protective instincts would never truly abandon them. 

“Clear the store,” Victoria ordered the assistant imperiously. “I want to shop in private.” 

The staff exchanged uncomfortable glances before approaching me apologetically. “Miss Winters, we’ll need to ask you to leave.” 

The humiliation burned through me like silver poison. My wolf snarled silently as I prepared to walk away with whatever dignity remained. 

Suddenly, the store’s entrance burst open. James Knight stormed in, his amber–flecked eyes blazing with fury. He grabbed Victoria by the collar of her designer jacket, yanking her forward in her wheelchair. His phone was already dialing, the speaker crackling to life. 

“Ethan Stone,” James’s voice was deadly calm. “Do you see what she’s doing? Even now, you let her flaunt your power in front of Olivia.” 

Victoria’s arrogance collapsed instantly. Fear replaced her smug satisfaction as she recognized the dangerous edge in James’s tone. 

“How will you face the spirit of dead Lily?” James continued, his words cutting like silver blades. 

Ethan’s face appeared on the video call, his amber eyes cold and furious. The temperature in the store seemed to drop several degrees. 

Maxwell Chen’s nervous voice came through the speaker. “Sir, Victoria’s card was frozen an hour ago. All her privileges have been revoked.” 

The assistant’s face went white with horror. “Her presence in the store is due to staff negligence, not your continued indulgence,” Maxwell explained quickly. 

The store manager rushed in, sweat beading on his forehead. “Remove her immediately,” he barked at 

security. 

“Get her out of my sight,” Ethan’s voice was arctic through the phone. 

James and I shared a moment of silent camaraderie as security approached Victoria’s wheelchair I pulled out my moonlight–infused sanitizer, carefully disinfecting the hand James had used to touch he 

The gesture was subtle but stinging–a clear message of contempt for the woman who killed my daughter. Ethan’s voice came through the call again, Softer now. “Olivia, I’m sorry-” 

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James hung up coldly. The message was clear: I didn’t want to hear from him. 

(Victoria’s POV) 

This couldn’t be happening. I fumbled for my black card with shaking hands, trying to process the 

transaction myself. 

“Declined,” the machine beeped mockingly. 

The staff who had once bowed to me now watched with barely concealed satisfaction. Security guards flanked my wheelchair, their expressions professionally neutral but their eyes cold. 

“Ma’am, you need to leave,” one of them said firmly. 

“You can’t do this to me!” I shrieked, but my voice cracked with desperation. 

They wheeled me toward the exit despite my protests. Other shoppers stared as I was forcibly removed from 

the store. 

Outside Shadow Creek Mall, they unceremoniously dumped me–wheelchair and all–on the pavement. The wheels caught on the curb, nearly tipping me over. 

A passing Good Samaritan approached, offering help. I lashed out at him in my humiliation, screaming obscenities until he backed away in shock. 

I was left to crawl and beg for assistance, my pride shattered. Olivia and James emerged from the mall with their purchases, witnessing my complete degradation. 

Their eyes held no pity, only cold satisfaction. They walked past me as if I were invisible. 

I managed to call a taxi, my hands still trembling with rage and shame. At least I still had Rosewood Haven and my accumulated luxuries. 

The villa would be my sanctuary until I could figure out how to regain Ethan’s favor. 

But when I arrived at Rosewood Haven, horror awaited me. Moving trucks lined the driveway, and workers carried my possessions out in boxes. 

Maxwell Chen supervised the operation, his expression professionally detached. He looked up as my taxi pulled in. 

“You are not the owner,” he said flatly when I demanded an explanation. “The villa’s ownership has been transferred to Olivia Winters.” 

“You’re nothing now,” he added with brutal honesty. 

I was evicted from my own home, left with nowhere to go but the shabby old apartment I’d once rented for Connor Blackthorn. The contrast between my former luxury and current destitution was crushing. 

My phone rang as I sat in the dingy/apartment, staring at the peeling wallpaper. Crescent Moon Academy’s number flashed on the screen. 

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“Mrs. Frost, Emma has been badly beaten by other wolf pups,” the teacher’s voice was care Initially, I felt nothing but irritation. Then realization struck–this could be an opportunity. At the school, angry parents surrounded the principal’s office. Their voices rose in unified demand: Emma’s expulsion. 

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“She terrorized our children for years,” one mother declared. “We only tolerated it because of Alpha Stone’s 

protection.” 

“That protection is gone now,” another parent added coldly. 

The other children had finally retaliated against the girl who once bullied them mercilessly. Emma sat in the nurse’s office, her face swollen and her uniform torn. 

I took my injured daughter away in silence, my mind already calculating. At Stone Pack Enterprises, ! instructed Emma carefully. 

“Go to your Daddy,” I whispered. “Show him how much you need him.” 

Emma threw herself at Ethan’s feet in his office, her small body wracked with sobs. 

“Daddy…” she cried, the word a desperate plea that might soften even the hardest heart. 

Especially one that had truly loved her. 

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