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A piercing scream shattered the evening quiet of the Stone Estate gardens. I whirled around to see Emma's small body plunging into the Moonlit Reflection Pool, water splashing violently as she disappeared beneath

the surface.

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Chapter 32: A Taste of Revenge

(Victoria's POV)

Where had Ethan disappeared to? I had only turned away for a moment to discuss the seating arrangement with Eleanor, and he'd vanished.

I smoothed my designer dress, irritation flickering across my features. This was supposed to be my night- the celebration of my triumph over Olivia at the Howling Moon Grand Hotel. Yet Ethan had wandered off

again.

"Have you seen Alpha Stone?" I asked a passing servant, my voice sweet but commanding.

The young wolf lowered her eyes respectfully. "I believe he went toward the kitchen, Mrs. Frost"

The kitchen? Understanding dawned on me. That's where Eleanor had sent Olivia

A malicious smile curved my lips as I gestured for Isabelle to follow me. “Let's go find our Alpha, shall we?"

Isabelle matched my stride, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I can't believe that woman had the audacity

to touch Ethan like that in front of everyone."

"Desperation," I replied with a dismissive wave. "She knows she's losing him."

As we approached the kitchen, I slowed my steps, hearing the low rumble of Ethan's voice from within. Perfect. I wanted to catch them together-to see Olivia put in her place.

Inside the kitchen, Ethan's enhanced werewolf hearing picked up our approaching footsteps. His body tensed

against Olivia's as he recognized my scent.

Victoria's coming," he growled, his amber eyes flashing with warning.

Olivia's emerald gaze locked with his, defiance radiating from her slender frame. "Let her

Ethan released his grip on her arms, stepping back just enough to create distance between them. Olivia swayed slightly from the sudden loss of his support, her hand reaching for the counter to steady herself.

My heels clicked against the marble floor as I drew closer to the kitchen door. Just before I reached it, Olivia

made her move.

With deliberate slowness, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ethan's muscular torso, pressing her body against his. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening with anger and something else-something that made my blood boil,

"Olivia Winters, don't mess around," he growled, the warning in his voice unmistakable.

But she didn't release him. Instead, her arms tightened around him as the swung open, reveang

kitchen door

their embrace to my shocked gaze.

I froze in the doorway, Isabelle gasping behind me.

Ethan's hands moved to Olivia's shoulders, pushing her away with barely contained frustration. His expression was thunderous as he turned to face me.

"Victoria," he said, his voice carefully controlled. "I was just leaving"

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Olivia quickly turned back to the cutting board, resuming her work as if nothing had happened. But I wasn't fooled. I noticed how Ethan's shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a small red mark on his collarbone

My eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. That mark hadn't been there earlier.

Isabelle noticed it too, her face contorting with rage. "You shameless woman!" she exploded, storming past me toward Olivia. "How dare you try to seduce the Alpha King right under our noses!"

Olivia continued chopping venison, her movements precise and controlled. "I don't know what you're talking

about, Isabelle."

"You worthless woman” Isabelle snarled, stepping closer. "Everyone knows he doesn't want you anymore.

You're just embarrassing yourself!"

salt directly into Isabelle's open mouth. Isabelle's

Olivia said calmly. "I thought you needed something to

floor. With a final hateful

the scene unfold with an unreadable expression. Then, without a word,

brushing

Olivia's back. The tension between us crackled like

perfect

her focus seemingly absorbed by the meal

anger.

you're playing-it won't work," I continued, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "He's

turned and left, my heels striking the floor like punctuation marks to my

in the kitchen, Olivia finally paused in her work. She raised trembling fingers to her lips, wiping away the lingering presence of Ethan

(Olivia's POV)

and precise. The tender meat was perfectly seared,

join the family at the dining table. I couldn't bear to watch Victoria simper at Ethan while Emma played the perfect

had always shown me kindness, teaching me about the rare healing plants she cultivated here. Though she was away

patch of moonlight herbs, gently removing weeds

choke the delicate plants. The familiar scent of the herbs

now?

shattered my brief moment of tranquility. I

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among the plants.

need attention," I replied evenly "Unlike some people who receive more

soft garden soil. That little display in the kitchen was pathetic,

silent, focusing on a stubborn weed with unusual

voice dripping

the herbs, but I kept my gaze

pathetic woman who couldn't even

emerald eyes meeting her cold blue ones.

say?"

a cruel smile. "You heard me. Poor little Lily, gone because

feet, my entire body trembling with barely contained rage. Roland Warner's dying words echoed in my mind: "Victoria didn't want to save her own daughter... She

I said, my voice dangerously quiet. Victoria stepped closer, emboldened by my restraint. "It's

your

under Ethan's protection. The daughter he actually

through the garden like a thunderclap, the force of it snapping Victoria's head to the

perfectly manicured hand flew to her reddening cheek, shock

gasped, but I cut her off by stepping closer, my emerald

ice.

the beginning!" I warned, my voice barely above

turned and walked away, leaving her stunned in the garden. My hand stung

through my veins. It was a small victory, but it tasted sweet

me, I heard small footsteps running

Emma's childish

but I could

child as both

and weapon.

but her voice carried to

breeze. "That mean lady hurt Mommy, but don't

chill run down my spine nonetheless. Victoria was dangerous enough, but I'd learned that her daughter could

(Emma's POV)

watched the mean lady walk away from my mommy. Her red handprint was

cheek, and it made my tummy feel

allowed to hurt

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tight. Til make her cry like she made

cry."

her fingers gentle. "Emma, darling, you

such things"

really mean it. Her

me to practice my sad face

I said, pulling away

arm, her eyes

planning?"

gave her my sweetest smile, the one that always made Daddy give me

"Nothing bad,

my arm.