Chapter 8
Night fell, and chaos erupted across the lane
“Get her out! You whore, you filthy thief!” Vivian’s shrieks rattled the den walls, echoing down the whole block.
A heavy thud followed–the servant girl’s luggage hurled into the corridor–then the sharp crack of a slap.
Edward’s furious snarl cut through the din. “Vivian! Have you lost your mind? Mira is carrying my pup! If anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive you!”
Vivian froze. Her eyes widened, then burned red as fury boiled over. “Pregnant…?”
Her voice splintered into hysteria. “I sacrificed everything for you–my place among my kin, my standing in the pack! I bore you sons, and now you betray me with her?”
Edward’s gaze slid toward the corner where Nathan and Ethan cowered. His lip curled.
“Clara refuses to let her sons claim me. And you” his voice dripped venom “-you gave me nothing but these broken whelps. Do you want the Stone bloodline to end in shame?”
Their shouting climbed higher, venomous, until the territory Wardens arrived, pounding on the door. Forced to intervene, they pried the scene apart. Edward stormed out with the trembling servant girl clinging to his arm, her hands protectively circling her belly. Vivian was left behind, seething, with her sons
But the night did not quiet.
“Why?” Her voice cracked, jagged and broken. “Why are you my sons? Why?”
Then came a scream–piercing, feral, enough to raise every hackle in earshot.
“Ah! It hurts–help me! Help us!”
I grabbed my phone and summoned the Wardens,
Minutes later, five of them pounded at her door, the steel of their authority unmistakable.
“Open up! By the Alpha’s decree!
Vivian dragged her feet, scowling as she cracked the door. “I’ve done nothing against the law. Why are you here?”
But the moment their eyes swept inside, their faces hardened. They shoved past her.
Through my hallway cam, I saw it all.
Ethan sprawled on the floor, blood streaking his face, the back of his skull caved in.
“Help us!” Nathan cried, pressing a towel desperately to his brother’s wound, his hands trembling “She tried to kill him!”
The Wardens swept in, calling for the healers. Ethan was lifted onto a stretcher. Vivian was forced into the transport behind him, hissing like a cornered wolf.
But the true blow came later.
Nathan–clever boy–had hidden a small lens rune on his person fle had recorded everything Streaming it live.
That night, as I scrolled through the Pack Net, a video leapt to the top of the feed. First–person Raw. Vivian’s face twisted on the screen, her voice a shrill dagger.
I told you! I have no coin! Treat him or don’t–I don’t care!”
The healer’s calm voice answered: “If we operate now, he can recover. Delay it, and the damage may be permanent,”
Vivian’s shriek split the room: “Permanent? Then let him die! Let them both die!”
the damag
다
The lens jolted as the Wardens restrained her.
“You are their mother! How can you be so cruel?”
She spat on the floor, eyes blazing. “Mother? If not for these cursed whelps, I would never have fallen this low! Better if they’d never been born!”
Her cry rose into a banshee’s wail before collapsing into hoarse sobs, her body shaking on the cold stone floor.
The clip spread like wildfire, flooding the Pack Net and the human channels alike.
The White Moon darling, once envied by every she–wolf, was no longer a goddess. She was a monster laid bare.
