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 her.

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—"

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

but

leave," one

to me!" I

Other shoppers stared as I was forcibly removed from

dumped me wheelchair and all—on the pavement. The wheels caught

at him in

shattered. Olivia and James emerged from the mall with

pity, only cold satisfaction. They

call a taxi, my hands still trembling with rage and

my sanctuary until I could figure out how to regain Ethan's

when arrived at

awaited

fined the

possessions out in boxes

expression professionally detached. He looked up as my

he said flatly when I demanded an explanation. "The villa's ownership has

nothing now," he added with brutal

my own home, left with nowhere to go but the shabby old apartment I'd once rented for Connor Blackthorn. The

staring at the peeling wallpaper. Crescent Moon Academy's number flashed on the

other wolf pups,"

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