The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna 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

wouldn’t do anything to you first.”

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?”

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The words hit their mark, but instead of anger, I felt a surge of satisfaction. She was breaking. The composed lawyer facade was cracking.

“There’s the fire I was looking for,” I said with genuine pleasure. “Connor always did prefer his women with

spirit.”

I turned to my enforcers, who were practically salivating at this point. “Gentlemen, she’s all yours

Marcus Cole, my assistant who had remained silent throughout the ordeal, shifted uncomfortably. I caught a flicker of sympathy crossing his face as he witnessed what was about to happen.

Weakness. I couldn’t tolerate weakness in my organization.

“Marcus,” I called out mockingly. “You can have her after my enforcers are done. Consider it a bonus for your loyal service.”

His face went pale, but he didn’t protest. He knew better than to cross me.

“Actually,” I said, struck by a brilliant idea. “Marcus, I want you to record everything. Every moment, every

sound, every tear.”

I pulled out my phone and tossed it to him. “Connor Rivers needs to see exactly what happens to those he cares about. I want him to watch his mate being defiled.”

I laughed maniacally as my revenge against the Rivers pack reached its crescendo. Twenty years of planning. twenty years of waiting, and finally I would have my satisfaction.

“Make sure you get good angles,” I instructed Marcus. “This is going to be the performance of a lifetime.”