Chapter 103
Freya
"Please! Let me go! I was wrong!"
Simon's agonized screams kept coming through the monitoring system.
I looked up at the large screen and let out a cold laugh. My amber eyes had shifted completely to their golden wolf form, and I could feel the predatory stillness that had settled over me. Beautiful on the surface, ruthless beneath—exactly what an Alpha should be.
I increased the speed again. The car screamed around another curve, Simon's body thrown against the restraints. Two hundred meters ahead, the reinforced wall loomed closer with each passing second.
The distance kept shrinking. Death was approaching rapidly.
"Freya, brake now! He's going to die," Aiden finally couldn't hold back, his voice already hoarse with fear.
I didn't slow down. My golden pupils locked onto the monitor, watching every flicker of terror cross Simon's face.
Simon had completely broken down now. "You crazy bitch! You're all monsters! Freaking werewolves!"
Aiden stared at me, his expression growing more concerned. "If the council finds out about this public retaliation, your situation as a mix-blood will become even more dire," he warned.
I remained expressionless, my finger steady on the acceleration control. The impact was inevitable now—unless I chose mercy.
Everyone around me closed their eyes as the collision became imminent. The crash was tremendous. Simon's body was thrown forward, then snapped back by the restraints. Blood trickled from his forehead as he slumped like a dead dog, trembling uncontrollably.
I was thinking of Lucas lying unconscious in that hospital bed, his eyes dim and unfocused.
My chest tightened with a familiar ache.
And before that—eight years old, finding my mother collapsed in a pool of blood, unable to do anything but watch her die.
Since that day, I'd made myself a promise. Once I had the power, I would protect those close to me. And I would show no mercy to those who dared harm them.
I pressed the button again, sending the battered car into reverse before accelerating toward another wall.
"Freya, enough," Aiden stepped closer, his voice firm. "He's human. The council doesn't allow this kind of public punishment."
My golden eyes shifted to him, and when I spoke, my voice carried the low rumble of an Alpha's authority. "Not enough. How could it be enough?"
Simon was babbling now, tears and blood mixing on his face as he begged for mercy. But I felt nothing for his pleas.
"He chose not to value Lucas's life when he accepted that job. So why should I show him any consideration? He doesn't value his own life, so let him die for it," I said coldly.
"Freya, it's really enough." Aiden tried to grab my hand, attempting to stop what he probably saw as madness.
But I pulled away, my voice indifferent. "This is just the beginning. Aiden, you should know my character better than anyone. I've always been this kind of person."
Aiden froze. He knew I was right.
I was gentle with my pack members, with people who posed no threat to those I loved. But once someone crossed that line, I would retaliate without mercy.
He'd seen it before. When Zane was targeted by that rival company two years ago, I'd spent an entire year systematically destroying them in business circles. I'd forced their market value to drop by more than fifty percent before their CEO finally came crawling to apologize.
I could see the understanding dawn in Aiden's eyes. I'd claimed Lucas as my mate, and Aiden knew better than to interfere when I was protecting my mate.
He stepped back, resigned. He knew this wasn't something he could stop.
I manipulated the car to crash again and again. The surrounding walls remained solid while the vehicle's front end became completely shattered, metal twisted beyond recognition.
One more impact at this speed would surely result in total destruction.
At the very last moment, when the car was just five meters from the wall, I made it execute a sharp 90-degree turn. Tires scraped against concrete, throwing sparks and producing ear-splitting screeches as the vehicle skidded sideways before coming to a stop in an empty area.
I set down the remote control, my golden eyes gradually returning to their normal amber. My voice was perfectly clinical as I assessed the results.
"Twenty-three impacts before near-total structural failure."
I looked at the monitor one last time, watching Simon's broken form slumped in the driver's seat. To me, he was nothing more than a test subject now—something without life or value, useful only for gathering data.
Simon was bent over, vomiting violently. His body had gone limp, and he'd lost control of his bladder. He looked utterly wretched. He was clearly injured, but it didn't seem too serious. The airbags had protected him immediately, and he'd only hit his head, leaving a gash on his forehead. Everywhere else showed mostly scrapes.
The real damage was psychological.
"Simon, how are you feeling?" I looked down at him from above, still wearing a smile, my eyes dark with a hint of coldness.
Simon curled into a ball, his entire body still trembling. He was indeed terminally ill and didn't have long to live, which was why he'd been reckless enough to hurt Lucas. He'd taken a large sum of money from Kai Sterling, ensuring his family would have that compensation to live on after his death.
But he'd never faced death like this before. The terror of repeatedly approaching death was too horrifying—each time felt like his soul was leaving his body.
Now he was truly panicked, truly afraid.
"Ms. Welch, I was wrong! I was wrong!" Simon lunged forward, trying to grab my leg, but I stepped aside.
I found even his touch disgusting.
Simon missed and tumbled directly out of the car. I looked down at him coldly, my eyes full of disdain and mockery.
"If you weren't planning to tell me who's behind this, then don't waste my time with meaningless words."
I waved to the medical personnel who had been waiting nearby. "Test his physical condition."
The medical team nodded and quickly examined Simon. His body hadn't sustained serious injuries—the worst was the head wound from struggling during impact.
I listened to their report and nodded slightly. My voice was calm but carried a bone-deep chill.
"I understand the results of this experimental test. But I don't understand how a car that sustained over twenty impacts could leave him with only these minor injuries. Lucas was hospitalized after being hit once. Is it reasonable that he's injured this lightly?"
My tone suggested I thought Simon hadn't been hit hard enough.
Simon nearly collapsed.
But Lucas's assistant understood my implication and instructed the security behind him. "However Alpha Lucas was injured, Simon needs to experience exactly the same. He absolutely cannot be hurt less severely than Alpha Lucas."
So the barely conscious Simon was dragged away and shoved into an ordinary car. The vehicle accelerated rapidly, producing violent collision sounds.
I stood with my arms crossed, smiling as I watched Simon, covered in blood, being carried out.
Just as he was about to be loaded into the ambulance, I stopped them, saying coolly. "Normal people don't get ambulances this quickly after car accidents. When Lucas was in his crash, if his security team hadn't been on scene, he wouldn't have received treatment so fast either."
"Wait half an hour before sending him for emergency treatment." With that, I turned to leave.
After finishing all this, I got into Aiden's car. The windows closed, leaving just him and me inside.
Aiden slowly started the engine and let out a long sigh. "Freya, you went too extreme this time."
Just then, I received a call from the hospital—Lucas had awakened.