Chapter 62: Retribution of the Alpha 

Chapter 62: Retribution of the Alphal 

(Ethan’s POV) 

The hospital’s emergency room doors slid open as Miles Blackwood stumbled out, his head heavily bandaged. Blood had soaked through the white gauze, a testament to the severity of his wound. 

He cursed under his breath, touching the bandage gingerly. His eyes darted around the parking lot, searching for any sign of the woman who had attacked him. 

“That b***h,” he muttered, wincing as pain shot through his skull. “I’ll find her and make her pay.” 

As he walked toward the taxi stand, a shadow moved behind him. Before Miles could react, a hand clamped over his mouth, muffling his startled cry. 

Strong arms dragged him into the darkness between two parked ambulances. His feet kicked uselessly against the pavement as he was thrown to the ground. 

I stood there, watching him with detached interest. The cigarette between my fingers glowed orange in darkness, illuminating my face just enough for Miles to recognize me. 

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Maxwell Chen stepped back, his job done. Miles lay at my feet, trembling like prey before a predator. “Stone… Mr. Stone…” Miles’s voice cracked with fear. His eyes widened as he recognized the danger he was 

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I took a long drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke curl from my lips. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken threats. 

Miles scrambled backward, trying to put distance between us. I stepped forward, placing my boot firmly on his right hand. 

“Don’t!” Miles cried out, panic evident in his voice. 

Maxwell moved quickly, covering Miles’s mouth with his hand. We couldn’t risk drawing attention with 

screams. 

I looked down at Miles, my expression unchanged. Then, with deliberate slowness, I ground my heel down. The sound of bones breaking was oddly satisfying. Miles’s muffled screams vibrated against Maxwell’s palm as tears streamed down his face. 

Without hesitation, I shifted my weight to his other hand. The process repeated pressure, resistance, then the distinct c***k of bones giving way. 

Miles’s eyes rolled back in his head, the pain nearly causing him to lose consciousness. But I wasn’t finished 

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With precise aim, I delivered a brutal kick between his legs. His body convulsed once before going completely limp. 

“Take him to the police station,” I instructed Maxwell, my voice devoid of emotion. “I don’t want to see him in my territory again.” 

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Maxwell nodded, understanding the unspoken command. Miles Blackwood would never return to Silvercrest territory if he valued his life. 

I turned and walked away, flicking my cigarette to the ground. Behind me, I heard Maxwell dragging Miles’s unconscious body toward the car. 

The trunk slammed shut, and Maxwell’s car pulled away, heading toward the police station where Chief Garrison would ensure Miles faced appropriate charges. 

No one touched what was mine without consequences. Especially not my mate. 

(Victoria’s POV) 

My phone vibrated with an incoming call. Isabelle’s name flashed on the screen, her sobs audible the 

moment I answered. 

“Vicky…” Her voice was barely recognizable through her tears. 

I smiled to myself, satisfaction coursing through my veins. Though my plan for Olivia hadn’t fully succeeded, 

this unexpected outcome was almost as satisfying. 

“Where are you?” I asked, injecting concern into my voice. “I’ll come get you right away.” 

Isabelle gave me her location between hiccupping sobs. I drove there immediately, parking across the street. 

I watched with calculated patience as she stumbled toward my car. Even from a distance, I could see her 

swollen face and torn clothing. 

The sight sent a thrill of pleasure through me. Isabelle Stone, the proud daughter of the Stone family, reduced 

to this pitiful state. 

When she was close enough, I rushed out of my car, the perfect picture of distress. “Yihuan, what happened 

to you?” I cried, reaching for her. 

Isabelle collapsed into my arms, clinging to me like I was her only lifeline. Her entire body shook with sobs. 

“Vicky…. I’m not worthy of Lucas anymore,” she wailed. “What should I do?” 

I stroked her hair, murmuring soothing words as I guided her into my car. Once inside, she broke down completely. 

Between sobs, she recounted the night’s events how Miles had attacked her, how she’d fought back with the ashtray, how she’d fled in terror. 

I mirrored her emotions perfectly, gasping in horror and shedding tears at appropriate moments. By the time she finished, we were both crying. 

“Isabelle, don’t be silly,” I said, wiping away my tears. “How could this be your fault?” 

Her swollen eyes looked at me with desperate hope. I pressed my advantage, knowing exactly what she 

needed to hear. 

“You love Lucas and you’re the perfect match for him,” I continued, my voice gentle but firm. “This doesn’t change anything.” 

I could see my words taking root in her fragile state. She wanted so badly to believe me. 

“You’re the Stone family’s eldest daughter,” I reminded her. “You and Mr. Blackwood are the perfect match, 

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Isabelle nodded slowly, her expression changing. The self–pity in her eyes gradually transformed into something darker 

It’s all Olivia Winters‘ fault,” she hissed, her hands clenching into fists. “If she hadn’t escaped, none of this 

would have happened!“. 

I hid my smile, pleased with how easily she’d redirected her anger. “Come to Rosewood Haven,” I suggested “Take a shower and change your clothes,” 

Isabelle looked at me with uncertainty. “But what about Miles? What if he tells someone?” 

“Miles was drugged by his own potion,” I assured her. “He doesn’t know it was you. As long as we don’t say. anything, no one will know.” 

I squeezed her hand reassuringly. “You’re still the perfect match for Mr. Blackwood.” 

“Can I really still be Lucas’s wife?” she asked, her voice small and hopeful. 

“Of course,” I replied without hesitation. “Who else is worthy of him?” 

The relief on her face was almost comical. She believed me completely, never suspecting that I had 

orchestrated her downfall just as I had planned Olivia’s. 

(Olivia’s POV) 

I woke to the sterile smell of hospital disinfectant. My head pounded mercilessly, but my mind was finally 

clear. 

The effects of the Savage Moon Elixir had worn off, leaving behind only a dull ache in my muscles and a 

bitter taste in my mouth. 

I sat up slowly, surveying the empty hospital room. Ethan was gone, of course. He had brought me here for treatment, then left without a word. 

A bitter smile played on my lips. I shouldn’t have expected anything else from him. 

The clock on the wall showed it was past midnight. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, noticing I was wearing unfamiliar clothes. 

My handbag and phone were missing left behind at the restaurant in my desperate escape from Miles. 

After signing the discharge papers at the nurses‘ station, I stood outside the hospital entrance, wondering 

how to get back to Maple Grove. 

The night air was cool against my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, contemplating whether to call a 

taxi or walk to the nearest bus stop. 

A sleek black car pulled up beside me, its engine purring softly. The window rolled down, revealing Lucas Blackwood’s concerned face. 

“Miss Winters,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the cool night. “I’m glad to see you’re 

awake.” 

He stepped out of the car, his tall figure commanding yet non–threatening. “I’ll take you home, he offered gently. 

Relief washed over me. I accepted his offer with a grateful nod and slid into the passenger seat. 

“Mr. Blackwood, could you take me to the Stone family’s old house?” I asked, thinking of Matriarch Evelyn. I needed her comforting presence tonight. 

Lucas nodded, directing his driver without question. As we drove through the quiet streets, he turned to me 

with regret in his eyes. 

“I must apologize for tonight’s incident,” he said. “I was supposed to be your dinner companion, not Miles. I promise he will be held accountable. 

“It wasn’t your fault, I assured him. “You came when I needed help. That’s what matters.” 

Lucas’s expression softened. We fell into comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey, the city lights. blurring past the windows. 

When we arrived at the Stone family’s old house, Bernard Sheppard opened the door before we could knock. His dignified manner was unchanged despite the late hour. 

“Miss Winters, Mr. Blackwood,” he greeted us with a slight bow. “Please come in. Madam Stone is still awake.” 

He ushered us inside, adding, “She specifically mentioned hoping to see you, Mr. Blackwood.” 

The old butler led us through the familiar hallways to the living room where Matriarch Evelyn sat in her 

favorite armchair. 

Her face lit up at the sight of us together. “Wanwan! Lucas!” she exclaimed, using my childhood nickname. 

“What a pleasant surprise!” 

“Grandma Stone,” I greeted, bending to kiss her cheek. 

“Madam Stone,” Lucas said respectfully, bowing his head. 

Matriarch Evelyn beamed at us, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. She took my hand and patted it 

affectionately. 

“Wanwan, why don’t you prepare some tea for our guest?” she suggested, her tone making it clear this was more than a simple request. 

I nodded and headed toward the kitchen. To my surprise, Matriarch Evelyn followed me, leaving Lucas with 

Bernard. 

“Wanwan,” she asked once we were alone, “what do you think of Lucas?“. 

The question caught me off guard. “He’s very kind,” I replied carefully. “And honorable.” 

Before I could say more, Matriarch Evelyn’s face lit up with delight. She summoned a servant to bring the teal 

to the living room. 

“Come,” she said, taking my arm. “Let’s not keep him waiting.” 

Back in the living room, Matriarch Evelyn positioned herself between Lucas and me on the sofa. Despite 

age, her presence commanded attention. 

“Lucas, try Olivia’s tea,” she said, her tone meaningful. “See if it suits your taste.” 

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Lucas took a sip, his expression thoughtful. “It’s excellent,” he said, turning to Matriarch Evelyn. “Very much to 

my liking.” 

His gaze lingered on me with undisguised appreciation. I felt my cheeks warm under his attention 

“And what about our Olivia?” Matriarch Evelyn pressed, her intentions clear. 

“Even better,” Lucas responded without hesitation, looking directly at me. 

The atmosphere in the room shifted suddenly. I felt it before I heard the footsteps – a cold, familiar presence. 

Ethan stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on me with glacial Intensity. His jaw was tight, his posture rigid with barely contained anger. 

Matriarch Evelyn noticed his territorial gaze and addressed him pointedly. “Ethan, you’re just in time.” 

She gestured between Lucas and me with a satisfied smile. “I know you and Lucas are business rivals, but 

from now on, the Stone and Blackwood families will be one.” 

Her meaning couldn’t have been clearer. “Be mindful,” she added, “and don’t make things difficult for Olivia.” 

Ethan’s expression darkened dangerously as he understood his grandmother’s implication of a potential marriage between Lucas and me. 

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