Chapter 96
The Wynne Pack and the Silver Stream Pack had once been bound by blood and honour, their alliance older than Weston or Georgia themselves. She and Weston had grown up together in those golden years, chasing each other across the werewolf school grounds, sharing lunches, secrets, and idle dreams beneath the ancient oak behind the Alpha’s hall.
But that was before Giselle died.
Everything fractured after that. All the ties, the warmth, the safety–gone in an instant. Now, Weston’s words cut deeper than any humiliation those call girls at Vetro Club could ever inflict. Their scom stung, but Weston’s scom flayed her soul
raw.
Georgia kept her gaze locked on him, refusing to let her voice tremble. She could feel Charlotte trembling beside her, shoulders shaking in silent terror. Georgia’s own hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, nails biting half–moon scars into her palms. Her throat felt like it was lined with broken glass when she forced herself to speak.
“Don’t hit her,” she whispered.
Weston raised a brow, his mouth curling into a wicked smile. He tilted his head, studying her like a spider admiring a Itrapped fly. “You want me to spare Charlotte?” he drawled softly. “Then beg me for mercy.
His voice dripped with casual cruelty. He stared at her with eyes full of disdain, and she saw in them the delighted contempt of a man who had waited years for this moment.
Charlotte’s voice cracked as she shook her head. “Georgia, don’t worry about me. That’s all he can do. He doesn’t dare do anything worse. Just let it go.” She glanced at Weston coldly, though her cheeks burned with humiliation.
But they both knew the truth. Charlotte was merely an employee of Vetro Club. Weston could slap her as he pleased, but he didn’t know who owned Vetro Club, and that ignorance kept his hand in check–he wouldn’t dare do any true harm. Not
to Charlotte, at least.
Weston’s smile vanished. He raised his hand Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! t her head snapped sideways with a sickening crack. “Try me!” he roared, eyes blazing with sudden rage.
“Weston!” Georgia’s voice tore out of her, ragged and furious, her eyes glowing scarlet with restrained violence. “This is between you and me! What the hell do you want?!”
Her chest heaved as she struggled to pull air into lungs burning with rage and grief. Charlotte had always shown her small kindnesses since the day they met. It wasn’t much in this cruel world, but it had been something real, something human.
And now Weston was beating Charlotte in front of her eyes. Georgia’s body trembled with the urge to throw herself between them, to take the blows herself.
“Tell me!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “What do you want from me, Weston? Just tell me!”
Charlotte froze. She had never heard Georgia sound like this. Georgia had always been quiet, cold, distant. Even when insulted or ignored, she merely lowered her gaze and endured. But now she was a woman ablaze with desperate rage.
Charlotte tried to speak, her words slurring with pain. “Georgia, I’m fine, really—
Before she could finish, Weston slapped her again. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. Charlotte’s head. slammed into the table corner with a dull, awful thud before she crumpled to the floor in front of Georgia, her face swelling purple and red.
Georgia’s vision blurred. Her world narrowed to Weston’s smirking face and Charlotte’s limp body. A scream through her throat.
tore
silently
“Weston!” she gasped. “I’ll do it! Il do whatever you say I’ll beg you!”
She fell forward onto her knees, her body trembling violently, but Weston’s voice snapped out like a whip. “Wait.”
He set his glass down and deliberately let it slide off the edge of the table. It hit the ground and shattered, shards skittering across the marble floor. He smiled, teeth gleaming like a wolf’s under moonlight.
“You may kneel now,” he said softly.
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From the sofa behind him, Lennox’s voice drifted lazily across the tension. He was on his phone, his lips curling as he spoke. “Georgia, guess who I just called?”
She didn’t respond. Her knees burned with pain from the hard floor.
Lennox’s smile widened into something cold and vicious. “I called your brother, Hugo. Know what he said? He said there’s no Georgia in the Silver Stream Pack.” Lennox chuckled darkly. “Damn, Georgia, what the hell did you gain by killing your best friend?”
Rage flared in his eyes as he glared at her, his stare filled with loathing so pure it made her chest ache. Giselle…
Georgia lowered her head, hiding her expression beneath the shadows of her hair. She didn’t speak. Giselle had been Lennox’s mate, but Giselle had never accepted him. She had loved Preston instead. Georgia’s lips twitched into a hollow smile.
‘What’s the point of explaining?‘ she thought. “No one would believe me anyway.”
But Hugo’s words burned her from the inside out, leaving behind only scorched emptiness. Her own brother had erased her existence with a single sentence.
A small, broken chuckle slipped out of her throat. She didn’t know if she was laughing at herself, or at Lennox, or at Hugo. She bent her knees further, her head dropping low.
“Georgia, no!” Charlotte cried out hoarsely,
The sharp crack of her knees hitting the glass–littered floor reverberated through the silent room. Splinters stabbed through her skin, hot blood dripping down her shins. Pain blossomed like cruel flowers in her bones, but Georgia forced her head up to meet Weston’s eyes with a calm so cold it scorched.
“Let her go,” she said softly.
Weston threw his head back and laughed. His laughter echoed off the gilded ceiling, cruel and victorious.
“How pathetic,” he said, wiping tears of mirth from the corners of his eyes. “The glorious she–wolf of Silver Stream Pack, the one every werewolf in Gabbs once worshipped. Look at you now.”
His smile twisted into something ugly, filled with old hatred. “Do you remember what you said to me when I asked to court you? You told me I was beneath you. That I was out of your league.” He sneered, spitting each word like poison. “I am the future Alpha of the Wynne Pack. And you- He pointed at her, trembling with rage. “You thought Preston was your destined mate, didn’t you? But he doesn’t even care enough to look at you.”
He stepped back, picking up the cheque from the table, waving it in the air like a taunt. Then he dropped it to his feet.
“You want it?” he asked softly. “Crawl over. Crawl between my legs. The money’s right here. Do that, and I’ll keep my word.”
Charlotte’s voice cracked with grief. “Georgia, don’t! Please!”
Georgia stared at the cheque. Her eyes moved from the money to Charlotte, who lay broken and bleeding, her hair matted with blood.
“Sorry, Charlotte,’ Georgia thought. I have to survive. I have so much left to do. I need to get away from that man…
She closed her eyes, her breathing ragged. What’s the big deal?” she thought bitterly. “It wouldn’t be the first time. I have nothing left to lose.”
Two more glasses fell, shattering into glittering fragments. Charlotte screamed, her voice tearing through the room. “Mr. Merrick! Why are you doing this to her? Why humiliate her like this?!”
Weston struck Charlotte again, and Georgia’s heart convulsed painfully in her chest. She lifted her head slowly, her eyes blazing with ice–cold fury.
“Leave her alone,” she commanded softly, her voice shaking with rage and grief.
Weston laughed in her face. “Do you still think you’re the Alpha’s daughter?” he spat. “You’re nothing now. Less than nothing.”
His lips pulled back in a snarl. “And hearing you beg only makes me want to hit her more.”
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He grabbed Charlotte by the hair, jerking her up so hard she screamed.
He glared down at Georgia, his eyes alight with sadistic triumph. “Hurry up,” he growled. “My patience is limited. For every minute you waste, I’ll beat her again.”
