Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 224

Chapter 122: Victoria’s Despair

(Victoria’s POV)

I tried to sit up, but something was wrong. My arms moved, but my lower body remained

motionless. A cold dread washed over me.

“I can’t move my legs,” I whispered, panic rising in my throat. “Why can’t I move my legs?”

The nurse’s expression softened with practiced sympathy. “Dr. Wilson will be here shortly to

discuss your condition.”

I reached down, pinching my thigh hard. Nothing. Not even the faintest sensation. The panic

exploded into full–blown terror.

“Fix this!” I screamed, grabbing the nurse’s arm. “Fix this now!”

Dr. Samuel Wilson chose that moment to enter, his face grave as he approached my bed. “Ms.

Frost, I’m afraid I have difficult news.”

“Just tell me,” I hissed, my wolf snarling beneath the surface.

“The fall caused significant damage to your spinal cord,” he explained, his voice clinically

detached. “You’ve sustained a complete injury at the T10 vertebra.”

I stared at him blankly, refusing to process his words.

“You’re paralyzed from the waist down,” he continued. “I’m sorry, but the damage is

permanent.”

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, that’s impossible. I’m a werewolf. We heal.”

Dr. Wilson sighed. “Even werewolf healing has limitations. The spinal cord is delicate. Once

severed completely…”

“You’re paralyzed,” the woman in the next bed stated bluntly, her voice laced with cruel satisfaction. “You’ll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.”

I recognized her then – Veronica Palmer, a she–wolf from a minor family who had always envied my position in the pack.

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As they wheeled Veronica away, her laughter echoed down the corridor. “Enjoy your new life,

Victoria!”

Left alone with the reality of my condition, I stared at my useless legs. This couldn’t be happening. Not to me. I had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to end up like this.

My mind raced back to when I first arrived at Silvercrest Pack territory. I had been nobody then

– just another she–wolf seeking protection. But I had been clever. I had researched Ethan

Stone’s past, discovered his childhood sweetheart had been called “Vicky.”

It had been so easy to convince him I was that same girl, grown up. His memory of her had been hazy at best, clouded by the trauma of his mother’s death. And I had played the part perfectly.

For years, I had maintained the deception, working my way into his heart, his bed, his life. I

had even managed to position my daughter Emma as his favorite, despite her having no biological connection to him.

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