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Chapter 159: The Exile’s Judgment (Revised, please don’t but it repeatedly!)

Chapter 159: The Exile’s Judgment

(Connor’s POV)

I finished dealing with Rivers Pack business affairs and went straight to Shadow Den. The weight of pack leadership pressed on my shoulders, but nothing compared to the fury burning in my chest.

The underground detention chamber felt colder than usual. My footsteps echoed against the concrete walls

as I descended into the basement.

Vanessa Reed sat bound in silver–laced restraints, her violet eyes immediately locking onto mine. The sight of her disheveled state should have stirred some sympathy, but all I felt was disgust.

“Connor!” she cried out, her voice breaking with desperate longing. “You came to see me!”

Her eyes burned with obsessive passion, the same twisted emotion that had driven her to betray everything. The familiar way she spoke my name made my wolf snarl beneath the surface.

“Why can’t I call you Con?” she questioned, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “Do you want me to call you Alpha Connor like everyone else?”

I remained silent, my ice–blue eyes studying her with cold detachment. She had lost the right to use my familiar name the moment she chose Frederick Warner over family loyalty.

“I love you, Connor Rivers!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the chamber walls. “Can’t you feel my burning love? All these years, everything I’ve done has been for you!”

The audacity of her words made my jaw clench. Love? This obsessive delusion had nothing to do with love. “You deserve to speak of love?” My voice cut through the heavy atmosphere like a blade. “After what you’ve

done?”

Her face crumpled, but she pressed on with her deluded fantasies. “I did it all for us! To get rid of Olivia Winters so we could be together!”

“You helped Frederick Warner orchestrate attacks,” I said coldly. “Several lives are on your hands because of your choices.”

“But I love you!” she insisted, struggling against her silver bonds. “Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

My contempt was palpable as I stepped closer. “You are no longer a Rivers. You have no right to call me by any name.”

The finality in my voice made her violet eyes widen with horror. “No, Connor, please! I’m still your foster sister!

”

“You were my foster sister,” I corrected harshly. “Now you’re nothing more than a rogue traitor who threatened my mate.”

Her desperate cries filled the cold air, but they fell on deaf ears. My wolf felt no pity for someone who had nearly destroyed Olivia.

“Take her outside,” I ordered Dominic Reeves, who had been standing silently in the shadows.

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Chapter 159 The Exile’s J.

“No! Connor, please!” Vanessa screamed as Dominic moved to comply. “Don’t do this to me?

I turned my back on her pleas, my decision already made. She had chosen her path when she allied with Frederick Warner.

Outside Shadow Den, the vast open space was illuminated by harsh floodlights. A helicopter waited in the center, its rotors already spinning ominously.

Vanessa was dragged forward, still bound in the silver–threaded ropes that burned her werewolf skin. Her struggles were futile against Dominic’s firm grip.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, finally understanding the gravity of her situation.

The helicopter crew worked efficiently, attaching her restraints to the aircraft’s undercarriage. She would be hoisted into the chilling night air, suspended between earth and sky.

“Connor, no!” she screamed as the helicopter began to ascend. “Please don’t do this!”

The early spring wind, still laced with winter’s bite, howled around her as she was lifted higher. Her wolf whimpered in terror and pain, the silver burning against her skin.

This was a torturous ordeal that no werewolf should endure. But Vanessa Reed had forfeited her right to pack protection when she betrayed us.

I watched from the ground, my expression inscrutable. My wolf felt no sympathy for the traitor swaying in the frigid air above.

Time passed slowly. Vanessa’s cries grew weaker as the cold sapped her strength. Her violet eyes dimmed with hypothermia, her body shivering uncontrollably.

Dominic approached me hesitantly. “Alpha, should we continue? The elders might question…”

I knew his concerns. Eleanor Rivers would want Vanessa handed to territorial authorities rather than executed without trial. But my grandmother’s feelings couldn’t override pack justice.

“She needs to understand the consequences of betrayal,” I said coldly.

More time passed. Vanessa’s struggles becamé feeble, her werewolf healing compromised by the silver exposure and extreme cold.

Finally, I raised my hand. “Enough.”

Dominic immediately relayed the order. The helicopter descended, lowering Vanessa’s barely conscious form to the ground.

She collapsed the moment her restraints were released, her body frozen and clinging to life. Her violet eyes were dim, her breathing shallow.

“Find pack healers to treat her,” I ordered coldly. “But don’t let her die easily. She needs to face proper justice.” The medical team rushed forward/their hands working quickly to stabilize her condition. Vanessa was saved from death but hung by a thread.

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