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(Ethan’s POV)
“Evidence?” I asked, my voice cutting through the tension in the room.
Victoria’s face registered shock. Her eyes widened as she stared at me in disbelief, her expression crumpling into one of hurt and
betrayal.
“Ethan…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her fingers clutched my coat tighter around her shoulders as tears welled in her
eyes.
The sight of her distress made my chest tighten. But something about Connor’s certainty had planted a seed of doubt I couldn’t
ignore.
“Do you have any proof of what you’re claiming?” I demanded, turning back to Connor who remained pinned to the floor by my
security team.
(Connor’s POV)
I stared up at Ethan Stone, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. His question about evidence caught me off guard.
“No photos,” I admitted, wincing as I tried to shift beneath the weight of the guard’s boot. “Victoria was always careful. She used
burner phones, deleted call logs.”
I saw Victoria’s eyes narrow slightly behind her mask of distress.
“I can’t prove she called me here today,” I continued, my voice raspy from the pain in my ribs. “She was always cautious about leaving evidence. She didn’t want you finding out we were using you to raise our daughter.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened at my words.
“When we were alone, she always told me how much she loved me,” I said, my eyes finding Victoria’s. “Was that all a lie, Vicky?”
Ethan’s expression darkened as he observed our exchange. Finding no concrete evidence, his face grew colder.
His foot connected with my side again, and I felt something crack. Blood sprayed from my mouth as I coughed violently.
Through the haze of pain, I looked at Victoria. Her face showed no emotion, no hint of the woman who had whispered words of love to me countless times.
Had it all been a lie? Every touch, every kiss, every promise?
Desperation clawed at me as I reached into my pocket with trembling fingers. My last hope.
“I have this,” I gasped, pulling out the Blood Heritage Confirmation Report Olivia Winters had given me. “Emma is my daughter. This proves it.”
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I held up the document, my hand shaking. “DNA doesn’t lie, Mr. Stone. Emma is my biological child with Victoria.”
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I had no idea about Victoria’s lie from seven years ago–how she’d claimed a rogue wolf attacked her after she spent the night
with Ethan following an evening with Olivia.
(Ethan’s POV)
I snatched the report from Connor’s hand, scanning its contents with growing rage. The DNA markers were clear–Connor
Blackthorn was indeed Emma’s biological father.
But this only confirmed what I already knew: Connor was the rogue wolf who had attacked Victoria seven years ago.
“You bastard,” I growled, my voice dropping dangerously low. “You’re the one who attacked her.”
Connor’s eyes widened in confusion. “What? No, I never—”
“Shut up!” I roared, kicking him again.
Connor coughed, more blood spattering the floor. “If you leave her, she’ll have no choice but to be with me and our daughter,” he gasped. “She’s damaged goods anyway. I’m the only one who would still want her after—”
Something snapped inside me. My vision went red as I launched myself at him, fists connecting with his face repeatedly.
“Ethan! Stop!” Victoria cried, her voice breaking through my rage. “Please, don’t dirty your hands with him!”
I paused, breathing heavily, my knuckles bloody.
Victoria seized the opportunity. She grabbed Emma’s plush bear from the sofa and smashed it against Connor’s head.
“You monster!” she screamed, her face contorted with rage and fear. “You attacked me seven years ago, and now you tried
again!”
She turned to me, tears streaming down her face. “Ethan, please, send him to Moonstone County Correctional Facility. He tried to
assault me again!”
She tore at her nightgown, revealing marks on her neck. “Look what he did to me!”
Connor stared at her, speechless. The betrayal in his eyes was palpable as he watched the she–wolf he loved frame him for a crime
he didn’t commit.
(Olivia’s POV)
I arrived at Rosewood Haven with Lucas Blackwood’s security team just as Victoria was putting on her performance.
The scene before me was exactly what I had anticipated–Victoria’s scheme unfolding perfectly, with Connor beaten and bloody
on the floor.
“Stop,” I commanded, stepping into the room.
All eyes turned to me. Ethan’s expression darkened further at the sight of me.
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“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
Victoria’s eyes widened in alarm. She hadn’t expected my interference.
“You’re working with him,” Ethan accused, gesturing to Connor. “You brought him here to attack Victoria.”
I ignored his accusation, my gaze steady. “Get some help,” I said simply, moving toward Connor.
Lucas’s security team flanked me as I approached the injured wolf. Victoria watched me with growing unease, clearly wondering
what I knew.
My emerald eyes remained cold with determination as I reached for Connor’s arm to help him up.
Ethan stepped between us, blocking my path to Connor.
“He’s the rogue wolf who attacked Victoria seven years ago,” Ethan declared, his amber eyes burning with conviction.
I met his gaze unflinchingly. “Evidence?”
My simple question seemed to catch him off guard.
Victoria quickly recovered, stepping forward with tears streaming down her face. “How can you ask for evidence? Look at me!”
She gestured to her torn nightgown and the marks on her neck. “He tried to rape me, just like he did seven years ago!”
She turned to me, her expression shifting to one of confusion and hurt. “Why are you helping him, Olivia? He’s an attacker. Why
would you side with someone like that?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Unless… is this about Lily’s kidney donor? Is this revenge?”
The mention of my daughter’s name from her lips sent a wave of hatred through me so intense I nearly lost my composure.
I took a deep breath, keeping my voice steady. “I asked for evidence, Victoria. Real evidence, not your tears.”
My emerald eyes never wavered as I stared her down.
I moved to help Connor up, but Ethan’s Silvercrest Security Detail blocked my path.
Lucas’s security team immediately tensed, ready for confrontation. The air crackled with hostility as the two groups faced off.
“Move,” I commanded Ethan’s guards, my voice leaving no room for argument.
When they didn’t budge, Lucas’s men stepped forward. A scuffle broke out, with me trying to shield Connor from further harm.
Ethan grabbed my arm and yanked me away, his grip painfully tight. With his other hand, he delivered another brutal kick to
Connor’s ribs.
“He will face pack justice for his crimes,” Ethan declared, his voice cold and final. “He’s an attacker. Seven years ago, that night,
he attacked Victoria.”
