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"This is all your fault!" | hissed, roughly dropping Emma's hand
The sudden movement startled her awake from her feigned drowsiness. She stumbled, falling to her knees
on the gravel path.
"Mommy?" Emma called out, her voice small and confused.
| ignored her, striding toward the waiting car. My heels crunched against the
gravel, matching the grinding of my teeth.
"Mommy, wait for me!" Emma cried, scrambling to her feet and running after me.
I didn't slow down. Let her chasefor once.
(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)
As soon as Victoria disappeared through the front door, | straightened my posture. The frail, elderly woman act
had served its purpose.
"Ethan," | said, my voice leaving no room for argument, "meetin the Stone Ancestral Hall. Now."
Without waiting for his response, | turned to Bernard Sheppard, who stood quietly by the door. "Bernard, bring
Isabelle from the hall. | want her to witness this."
Bernard bowed deeply. "Yes, Matriarch."
| made my way to the Stone Ancestral Hall, my steps purposeful and strong. The ancient stone walls seemed to
whisper their approval as | entered the sacred
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Isabelle was still kneeling in the center of the room, her expression brightening with relief when she saw me.
"Grandmother!" she exclaimed, attempting to rise.
"Who allowed you to get up?" | snapped, my voice echoing off the stone walls.
Isabelle froze mid-motion, her legs trembling from the extended kneeling. The pain in her knees finally
overwhelmed her, causing her to pitch forward onto the cold floor.
Eleanor rushed to her daughter's side, helping her back into a kneeling position. "Mother, please," she pleaded,
Isabelle knows she was wrong. She's learned her lesson."
| raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.
Eleanor nudged her daughter. "Isabelle, apologize to your grandmother."
Isabelle's eyes flashed with resentment before she quickly masked it.
"Grandmother, I'm sorry, | know | was wrong," she mumbled, her voice lacking any genuine remorse.
"You shouldn't be apologizing to me!" | corrected sharply.
Isabelle's head snapped up, confusion written across her features. Then understanding dawned, followed by
horror.
"Apologize to Olivia," Eleanor whispered urgently, giving her daughter another nudge.
Isabelle's jaw clenched, but she turned to face Olivia, who stood quietly beside me. "Olivia Winters, I'm sorry, |
shouldn't have wronged you," she forced out through gritted teeth.
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| studied her face for a moment, finding no true repentance there. But the public apology would have to
suffice for now,
"Eleanor, take your daughter and go," | ordered, waving my hand dismissively. "I need to speak with my
grandson."
Eleanor didn't need to be told twice. She helped Isabelle to her feet and quickly ushered her from the hall, not
daring to look back.
As they left, Ethan entered, his powerful frseeming diminished by the weight of my disapproval.
"Ethan, kneel down!" | commanded, pointing to the center of the hall.
Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees before me, his head bowed in submission. The Alpha King of the
Silvercrest Pack, reduced to a chastised pup before his grandmother,
"You promisedyou would take good care of Olivia," | said, circling him slowly. "Is this how you take care of
her?"
Each word was a lash against his conscience. | could see the muscles in his shoulders tense with each
accusation.
"Bernard," | called, "bringthe Alpha's Discipline Rod."
Olivia stepped forward, her emerald eyes wide with concern. "Grandmother"
"No one is allowed to speak for him," I interrupted firmly.
She fell silent immediately, understanding my message. This was between Ethan and me.
Bernard returned with the polished wooden rod, its ancient runes gleaming in the dim light of the hall. | took it
from him, feeling its weight in my aged hands.
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Without warning, | brought it down across Ethan's back. The sound of wood striking flesh echoed through the
hall.
One. Two. Three.
| continued methodically, each strike precise and powerful despite my age. By the tenth blow, Ethan's shirt was
torn, revealing the raw, reddened skin beneath.
To his credit, he never made a sound, accepting his punishment with the dignity befitting an Alpha.
When | finished, | handed the rod back to Bernard, suddenly feeling every one of my many years. The exertion
had taken more out ofthan | cared to admit.
"Olivia," | said, my voice softening, "Grandmother is tired and going to rest. You take care of this boy's
wounds."
She nodded, her expression a complex mixture of gratitude and concern.
| patted her hand gently before leaving the hall, satisfied that | had done what | could to restore balance to my
family.
(Olivia's POV)
| followed Ethan to his bedroom, maintaining a careful distance between us. The silence stretched uncomfortably
as he opened the door and stepped aside to let
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His private quarters were exactly as | remembered immaculately organized, with dark, masculine furnishings
that reflected his powerful personality.
Ethan moved to the sofa, wincing slightly as he lowered himself onto the edge. With deliberate movements, he
removed his tom shirt, revealing the extent of his injuries.
Angry red welts crisscrossed his broad back, salready darkening to bruises.
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