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She looked at me pleadingly. “If I knew, I definitely wouldn’t have let him on the yacht. I would never hurt Olivia.”
My expression remained unmoved by her protests. The Alpha in me sensed deception, even if unintentional.
Miranda’s voice cracked with desperation. “Connor, don’t you believe me?”
I met her gaze with arctic coldness/”No.”
The single word hit Miranda like a physical blow. Her face crumpled with hurt and disbelief.
She turned to Olivia, seeking support from her friend. “Olivia, don’t you believe me either?”
Olivia remained silent, lost in thought. Her amber eyes were distant as she processed the evening’s events. Miranda’s expression conveyed deep sadness, loss, and grievance. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
At that moment, Rebecca Frost, Lily, Ethan Quinn, Gabriel Andrews, and Sophie Shaw approached our group. They had heard the commotion and came to investigate.
Lily looked around at the tense atmosphere. “What happened here?”
Olivia briefly explained the confrontation with Brandon and Victoria. Her voice remained calm despite the trauma she had endured.
Lily’s face flushed with anger. “That bastard deserved what he got! How dare he threaten you!”
Rebecca’s sharp gaze fixed on Miranda. “I’m wondering if this was deliberate.”
Her tone carried suspicion and protective fury for her friend.
Meanwhile, in the dark waters below, Brandon Cole struggled desperately. His voice carried across the waves as he called for help.
“Help me! Please, someone help me!”
But no one dared to rescue him without my permission. The pack hierarchy was absolute in situations like this.
Suddenly, someone on the deck pointed toward the water. “Look! Sharks!”
Panic rippled through the crowd as dark fins appeared near the yacht. The predators had been drawn by the commotion and scent.
“Oh my God, there are sharks approaching!”
“Brandon’s in the water with sharks!”
The pack members cried out warnings, their voices filled with terror and excitement.
Brandon heard the warnings through his enhanced werewolf senses. His struggles became frantic as paralizing terror consumed him.
He tried desperately to swim away from the approaching predators. His movements were clumsy with fear and exhaustion.
Olivia witnessed the scene unfolding below. Her compassionate nature couldn’t bear to watch, even for someone who had threatened her.
She turned to me with gentle authority. “Connor, it’s enough. We can bring him back up now.”
Her voice carried the wisdom of a true Luna. “Not out of pity for him, but to prevent a death that would stain your hands.”
She understood my intentions perfectly. I had thrown Brandon into the ocean to scare him and teach him a lesson about threatening pack members.
I nodded in agreement, respecting ny mate’s judgment. Her mercy balanced my justice perfectly. “Commander Steel,” I called to my security chief. “Throw down a life raft and jacket. Lower a rope and have two enforcers rescue him.”
My men moved with military precision. They quickly deployed the rescue equipment and prepared to retrieve Brandon from the shark-infested waters.
From the time Brandon was thrown into the ocean to his rescue, only a few minutes passed. But those minutes felt like hours of torture.
The freezing water and terror of circling sharks had broken him both physically and mentally. Even after being hauled onto the yacht deck, he remained paralyzed with fear.
Brandon trembled uncontrollably, his body wracked with hypothermia and shock. His voice was barely coherent as he repeated the same phrases.
“Save me… please don’t feed me to the sharks… I really know I’m wrong…”
His mind seemed to have snapped from the trauma. The arrogant heir had been reduced to a gibbering wreck.
Victoria Sterling watched her former companion’s complete breakdown with horror. Her own body weakened with fear at witnessing his mental collapse.
Lily and Rebecca continued their discussion about Miranda’s possible involvement. Their voices carried suspicion and protective anger.
“Do you think Miranda planned this to humiliate Olivia?” Rebecca asked quietly.
“I don’t know, but the timing seems convenient,” Lily replied with narrowed eyes.
Miranda looked at Olivia with red-rimmed eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as guilt consumed her.
“I’m sorry, Olivia. I made you suffer.”
Olivia’s response showed her characteristic grace under pressure. “You didn’t mean to. Don’t blame yourself.”
Miranda’s voice broke with emotion. “I should have been more careful. I should have refused Brandon’s boarding.”
“He has already paid the price for what he said and did,” Olivia said gently. “Don’t cry. It’s your birthday. Don’t let this ruin your mood. Be happy.”
Miranda sniffled and nodded, grateful for Olivia’s forgiveness.
I signaled to Commander Steel with a subtle gesture. He immediately understood and moved to escort the traumatized Brandon away from the deck.
A senior yacht manager approached me and spoke quietly. After our brief conversation, he addressed the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please disperse and enjoy yourselves. The evening’s entertainment will continue as planned.”
The crowd gradually dispersed, returning to their conversations and drinks. The drama had provided enough excitement for one evening.
After the crowd disperced, only our/small group remained on the moonlit deck. The tension had eased, but emotions still ran high.
Miranda approached Olivia again, her face streaked with tears. “I’m so sorry, Olivia. This is all my fault.”
Olivia’s gentle understanding shone through her response. “Although you didn’t do it on purpose, there were omissions. You should have refused to let Brandon and such people board the yacht.”
Miranda nodded with genuine remorse. “You’re right. I should have been more careful about the guest list”
“He has already paid the price for what he did,” Olivia said with her characteristic compassion. “Don’t cry.
Let’s go back and wash your face and put on makeup again.”
She smiled warmly at her friend. “There’s a party this evening. Don’t let this spoil your mood. Today is your birthday. Be happy.”
Hearing this, Miranda said “Okay” with a heavy nasal voice, grateful for Olivia’s forgiveness and grace under pressure.
(Connor’s POV)
I stepped away from the group, pulling out my phone to make a private call. The moonlight cast shadows across the yacht’s deck as I dialed Dominic Reeves.
“Alpha,” Dominic’s voice came through immediately.
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