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“After Victoria died, the villagers cremated her. Frederick collected some of Victoria’s ashes and set up a memorial tablet.”
“When Victoria died, Frederick did not have the ability to build a cemetery for her. The cemetery was built later, and it is a cenotaph.”
“Buried in the tomb are some of Victoria’s clothes and jewelry.”
“Later, Frederick went to many places, but Victoria’s ashes were always kept in that wooden house. He also specially sent people to guard it.”
“He would go back to worship every year on Victoria’s birthday and death anniversary.”
“Has the tomb been dug open to see?” My ice-blue eyes flashed with cold light, my voice stern.
Dominic replied, “It has been checked, it is indeed a cenotaph.”
“What about Victoria’s ashes?” My eyes churned, my emotions obscure.
“They have been moved back.” Dominic gestured to his men.
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The men immediately trotted out, and soon, they came in holding a black urn. Dominic took the urn from the men.
“Alpha, these are Victoria Price’s ashes.”
I stared at the urn in Dominic’s hand, my dark eyes deep as the sea.
Victoria Price, the woman who, more than twenty years ago, went to my mother Katherine. Katherine had not yet recovered from childbirth.
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Victoria came with a bastard in her belly, causing my mother to suffer from postpartum depression. My mother almost jumped off a building.
She had turned the Rivers pack upside down. More than twenty years later, her bastard had turned the Rivers pack upside down again.
Everything Frederick Warner did to the Winters pack and the Rivers pack was for revenge. All to vent his anger for Victoria.
Since he was so filial, wouldn’t he be heartbroken if he knew that his own mother’s tomb had been dug up?
He almost killed Olivia Winters, and also instructed Vanessa Reed to poison William. So it wouldn’t be too much to scatter his own mother’s ashes in front of him, right?
I smirked. “I want to see Frederick Warner.”
After making arrangements and going through some procedures, I met Frederick.
Frederick Warner was now being held in custody, awaiting sentencing from the court. His case was very complicated.
It involved multiple other serious crimes besides intentional homicide. The Rivers pack had put pressure on the authorities.
We specifically instructed that Frederick’s case should be thoroughly investigated and severely punished.
At this moment, in a small, cramped interrogation room, a dim light was shining. Frederick sat across from me.
His hands were in silver-laced handcuffs and his feet were in silver shackles.
(Frederick’s POV)
Harsh fluorescent lights poured down from above in the prison visiting room. The metal table between Connor Rivers and me felt like a battlefield,
My head throbbed from the bandages wrapped around my skull. My arms ached where the silver-laced restraints had burned my skin during the failed assassination attempt.
But seeing Connor’s ice-blue eyes filled with cold fury made every injury worth it.
“Well, well, the mighty Rivers Alpha comes to visit me in this cage,” I sneered, rattling my silver handcuffs deliberately. “How… touching.”
Connor’s jaw tightened. His perfectly pressed suit looked out of place in this grimy interrogation room.
“You look terrible, Frederick,” he said with mock concern. “Prison life doesn’t suit you.”
I laughed bitterly. The sound echoed off the concrete walls like a death rattle.
“Better than being a coward hiding behind pack politics,” I shot back.
My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin. Even in these silver restraints, my Alpha blood burned with defiance.
I had calculated this downfall carefully. The moment I learned from a traitor in Connor’s security team that my end was near, I set my final plan in motion.
Harrison Blackthorne, my powerful patron in Blackmoor Territory, was about to be ousted from office. Victoria Ashford’s reform movement was gaining unstoppable momentum.
The tides were turning irrevocably against me. My criminal empire was crumbling.
But I refused to go down quietly. If I was going to fall, I would drag Connor Rivers down with me.
“You could have lived quietly in exile,” Connor said, his voice deceptively calm. “Why choose this path?”
I spat on the floor between us. “I’m not one to cower like a beaten omega.”
“My mother deserved better than exile and poverty,” I continued, my voice rising with decades of suppressed rage. “Your father destroyed her life.”
Connor’s ice-blue eyes flashed dangerously. But he remained composed, which only fueled my anger further.
“Speaking of suffering,” I said with a cruel smile, “how is dear old William Rivers doing these days?”
I leaned forward as much as the restraints allowed. “I’m guessing the wolfsbane poisoning is taking its toll?”
My wolf snarled with vindictive satisfaction. Even from this prison cell, I could still inflict pain on the Rivers family.
“The systematic poisoning was quite elegant, don’t you think?” I taunted. “Slow and agonizing, just like my mother’s death.”
(Connor’s POV)
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Frederick’s words hit their mark, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing my pain.
“It was you who directed Vanessa Reed to administer the poison,” I stated coldly.
Frederick feigned ignorance, that cruel smile never leaving his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His wolf paced restlessly beneath his skin. I could see the predatory gleam in his eyes.
I reached into my jacket and pulled out a photograph. I slid it across the metal table.
“Do you remember this place, Frederick?”
The change in him was immediate. His face contorted with rage as his wolf snarled within.
