Chapter 310
(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.
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 beyond recognition.
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.
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(Olivia’s POV)
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
safe.‘
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 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,”
His only response was a slight nod, his attention already focused on my mother’s monitoring equipment.
