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The photograph showed a small wooden house in Shadowmere City. The place where he had lived with his mother Victoria Price.
“Where did you get this?” he demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl.
“I’ve been very thorough in my investigation,” I replied, my voice dripping with ice. “Tell me about your mother’s resting place.”
Frederick’s eyes turned bloodshot. Veins bulged on his forehead as his Alpha instincts roared in protective fury.
“What have you done?” he whispered, his voice filled with dread.
I smiled coldly. “I had my people visit Victoria’s memorial shrine. Very touching, really.”
“The way you’ve maintained that little wooden house all these years,” I continued. “Such devotion to a dead woman.”
Frederick lunged at me, but the silver-laced restraints held him back. The guards stepped forward, ready to intervene.
“You bastard!” he screamed. “If you’ve touched my mother’s grave, I’ll kill you!”
I remained perfectly calm. “Interesting thing about graves, Frederick. Sometimes they’re not what they appear to be.”
I signaled to Dominic Reeves, who had been waiting outside. He entered carrying a black ceramic urn.
Frederick’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” he whispered.
“I exhumed Victoria’s grave,” I revealed calmly. “Imagine my surprise when I found it empty.”
Frederick’s face went white. “That’s impossible.”
“A cenotaph,” I continued. “Containing only clothes and jewelry. Very clever, really.”
Dominic set Sarah Winters’ Memorial Urn on the table between us. The black ceramic gleamed under the harsh lights.
Frederick screamed, his eyes filled with murderous hate. His wolf howled in anguish as he recognized what I was holding.
“These are your mother’s real ashes,” I said softly. “Victoria Price’s remains.”
Frederick’s breathing became ragged. His silver restraints burned his skin as he struggled against them.
“You sick bastard,” he gasped. “Those are sacred.”
Chanter 193 The Mother.
Bhavy> I leaned back in my chair, studying his anguished expression. “I’m offering you one last chance, Frederick.”
“Reveal the truth about the wolfsbane poisoning of William Rivers,” I continued. “And I’ll ensure your mother’s ashes remain undisturbed.”
Frederick’s wolf warred between protective instinct and burning hatred. I could see the internal struggle tearing him apart.
“Choose wisely,” I warned. “This offer expires in thirty seconds.”
Frederick’s hands shook with rage. “You have no honor,” he spat.
“Neither did you when you tried to murder Olivia Winters,” I replied coldly.
The seconds ticked by in tense silence. Frederick’s breathing grew more labored.
Finally, he shook his head. “Go to hell, Connor Rivers.”
I kicked him violently. The silver restraints burned his skin as he fell backward.
“Fine,” Frederick gasped, blood trickling from his mouth. “I’ll tell you the truth.”
“I did instruct Vanessa Reed to poison William Rivers with wolfsbane,” he confessed. “But only on one condition.”
My blood ran cold. “What condition?”
Frederick’s eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction. “That Olivia Winters had to die first.”
My face paled as his words sank in. The targeting of Olivia wasn’t just about inflicting pain.
It was part of a deadly bargain with Vanessa Reed.
“You see,” Frederick continued, laughing maniacally, “Vanessa was obsessed with your precious fiancée.”
“She agreed to poison your father slowly,” he revealed. “But only if I eliminated her romantic rival permanently.
His wolf howled with vindictive satisfaction. “How does it feel, knowing your father’s death was the price for
Olivia’s?”
My Alpha fury reached dangerous levels. The air in the room grew thick with my rage.
Frederick reveled in my pain. “The look on your face is worth every moment in this cage.”
With a cold gaze that promised retribution, I signaled to Dominic Reeves.
Dominic raised Sarah Winters’ Memorial Urn high above his head. Then he smashed it onto the concrete floor.
The black ceramic shattered into countless pieces. Victoria Price’s ashes scattered across the prison floor like gray snow.
Frederick screamed in anguish. His wolf’s protective instincts shattered along with the ceramic.
“No!” he wailed, falling to his knees despite the silver restraints. “Mother!”
I watched his breakdown with icy satisfaction. “Clean up this mess, Dominic.”
Dominic produced a broom and dustpan. Frederick watched helplessly as his mother’s sacred ashes were swept into a waste bin.
(Third person’s POV)
Two prison guards stood outside the interrogation room, their ears pressed against the reinforced door. Every word of Frederick Warner’s confession echoed through the metal walls.
“Did you hear that?” the first guard whispered urgently. “He just admitted to instructing Vanessa Reed to poison William Rivers.”
The second guard nodded grimly. “Every word is being recorded. This confession will make the police investigation much easier.”
The entire meeting between Connor Rivers and Frederick Warner was under constant surveillance. As Frederick was a criminal suspect in custody, his confession constituted admissible criminal evidence.
Detective Thomas Harrison reviewed the surveillance footage with satisfaction. The case against both
Frederick and Vanessa was now ironclad.
Meanwhile, Connor had deployed his pack investigators to assist the police. Their efforts quickly uncovered a crucial witness at Rivers Pack Mansion.
A servant named Martha Wilson had witnessed Vanessa Reed adding something suspicious to William’s healing broth. Choosing to avoid trouble, she had remained silent for months.
Now that the truth was exposed and Vanessa had severed all ties with the Rivers family, Martha confessed everything to the police.
