Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 135. The Exiles C.

Chapter 135: The Exile’s Cruelty

Chapter 135: The Exile’s Cruelty

(Frederick’s POV)

The abandoned warehouse loomed before us like a concrete tomb. Twenty–six floors of unfinished construction, rusted steel beams jutting out at dangerous angles. Perfect for what I had planned.

I watched as Marcus Blake and Vincent Torres dragged Olivia Winters up the crumbling staircase. Her amber eyes darted around frantically, taking in the decay and danger that surrounded us. The scent of rust, mold, and abandonment filled the air.

Her werewolf senses were clearly overwhelmed. I could see her nostrils flaring as she tried to process all the threatening scents. But the silver–laced ropes around her wrists were doing their job perfectly. Her supernatural strength was suppressed, leaving her as vulnerable as any human.

“Keep moving,” Marcus growled, shoving her forward when she stumbled.

I followed behind, savoring every moment of her fear. This was what the Rivers pack deserved. This was justice for twenty years of abandonment.

As we climbed higher, I noticed Olivia’s breathing becoming more labored. Not from exertion – her werewolf physiology should handle the climb easily even with the silver restraints. No, this was something else.

Fear of heights.

How deliciously ironic. The future Luna of the Rivers pack, afraid of heights. I made a mental note to use this weakness to its fullest advantage.

By the time we reached the twenty–sixth floor, Olivia’s legs were trembling visibly. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look out through the gaps in the concrete walls where the windows should have

been.

Marcus checked his watch and turned to me. “Boss Frederick, it’s 7:40 PM”

I nodded, my eyes never leaving Olivia’s pale face. Twenty minutes until Connor was supposed to arrive. Twenty minutes to break her spirit completely.

“Tell me, Miss Winters,” I said, circling her like a predator. “Do you really think Connor Rivers will sacrifice himself for you?”

She remained silent, lowering her head. I could sense her wolf whimpering within her, weakened by the silver

but still present.

“I asked you a question,” I continued, my voice dripping with contempt. “Or perhaps you don’t know the answer? Perhaps you’re not as important to him as you think?”

Still nothing. Her silence was beginning to irritate me.

“You know, I’ve been watching your little charade for months,” I said, moving closer. “The fake breakup, the actress girlfriend, all of it designed to make me think you didn’t matter anymore.”

I laughed bitterly. “But Connor’s reaction when I called him told me everything I needed to know. He still loves you. Still thinks he can save you.”

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Olivia’s shoulders tensed, but she kept her head down.

The pack bonds he was denied,” I spat. “The family connections I never had. All because William

too much of a coward to acknowledge his own blood.”

My anger was building now, twenty years of resentment pouring out. “Do you know what it’s like to grow up knowing your father exists but wants nothing to do with you? To watch from afar as he builds a perfect family with his legitimate children?”

I grabbed her arm with brutal force, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Answer me!”

When she still didn’t respond, I violently pushed her forward. With her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t break her fall. She stumbled and crashed to her knees before collapsing near the edge of the

building

A small cry escaped her lips as she found herself dangerously close to the twenty–six–story drop. Her fear of heights kicked in full force, and I could smell the terror radiating from her.

“Look down,” I commanded. “See how far you’d fall?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body shaking.

“What’s wrong?” I mocked. “Are you mute like some pathetic omega wolves? Can’t even speak when spoken

to?”

My enforcers chuckled behind me, enjoying the show I felt a surge of power, finally having complete control over someone the Rivers pack cared about.

“You know,” I said thoughtfully, “I promised Connor he could trade himself for your release. But I never said I

wouldn’t do anything to you first.”

Her eyes snapped open, amber orbs wide with horror.

“That’s right,” I continued, my voice turning crude. “I think my men deserve some entertainment before Connor arrives. How do you think he’ll feel seeing his intended mate violated by a pack of rogues?”

Olivia trembled in response, her wolf’s protective instincts clashing with her physical helplessness. I could see the internal struggle, the way her supernatural nature fought against the silver restraints. “You’re nothing but a claimed b***h anyway,” I sneered, using the most insulting werewolf slur I could think of. “Connor’s already marked you, hasn’t he? I have no interest in things other alphas have touched.” My voice filled with bitter resentment. “But my men aren’t so particular. They’ll take what they can get.” Behind me, Marcus Blake and Vincent Torres exchanged glances. I could see the predatory hunger building in their eyes. The prospect of assaulting the ex–Luna–to–be of the Rivers pack was clearly exciting them.

“Frederick Warner!”

The words exploded from Olivia’s lips, filled with hatred and fury. Her wolf might be suppressed, but he was still fighting.

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I was amused by her sudden outburst. “Oh, so you can speak after all. What’s wrong? Don’t like the idea of so many rogues serving you?”

“You beast!” she spat, her amber eyes blazing with defiance despite her bound state. “You monster! You’re nothing but a pathetic reject who can’t accept that nobody wanted you!”

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