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Chapter 157: Unexpected Encounters (Revised, please don’t but it repeatedly!)
Chapter 157: Unexpected Encounters (revised).
(Olivia’s POV)
Emma Tumer also saw me, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes. “Isn’t this Attorney Winters? What a
coincidence.”
I smiled warmly at the familiar face. “I just happened to hear a child crying while taking a walk in the park, so
I went over to take a look. What a coincidence, it turns out you’re Sophie Turner’s mother.”
Emma’s expression shifted to one of surprise and profound gratitude. Her human scent carried notes of relief and maternal appreciation as she held her daughter close.
“Wait, you’re the one who brought Sophie here?” Emma asked, her voice filled with emotion.
I nodded gently. “She was cryin
behind the sculpture. I couldn’t just walk away.”
Emma’s eyes welled up with tears of relief. “Thank you so much, Attorney Winters. I was terrified when I couldn’t find her.”
She looked down at her daughter with tender concern. “Sophie, this kind lady helped you find Mommy. What
do you say?”
Sophie looked up at me with her innocent eyes, still slightly red from crying. “Thank you, pretty lady,” she said sweetly, her small voice bringing a genuine smile to my face.
“You’re such a good girl, Sophie,” I praised, my protective instincts naturally extending to the vulnerable child. “Always stay close to Mommy in crowded places, okay?”
Sophie nodded solemnly, understanding the importance of my words.
Emma squeezed her daughter tighter before turning back to me. “Attorney Winters, please let me take you to dinner as a gesture of gratitude. It’s the least I can do.”
I shook my head politely. “That’s really not necessary, Mrs. Turner. I’m just glad Sophie is safe.”
“Please, I insist,” Emma persisted with warm human hospitality. “You helped my family when you didn’t have to. I can’t just let this go without properly thanking you.”
I hesitated, thinking about my busy schedule with both my law practice and pack obligations. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m quite busy with work these days.”
Emma’s face fell slightly, but she didn’t give up. “What about next Saturday? Surely you have some free time on the weekend?”
Her earnest expression and genuine gratitude made it difficult to refuse. I finally relented with a small smile. “Alright, next Saturday works for me.”
Emma’s face lit up with joy. “Wonderful! I’ll make sure to prepare something special. Thank you again, Attorney Winters.”
As I watched Emma and Sophie walk away hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel a warm satisfaction. Sometimes the simplest acts of kindness brought the most unexpected connections.
Chapter 157 Unexpected.
(Vanessa’s POV)
In Blackmoor Territory, I felt like I was being followed. My wolf senses were on high alert, every shadow seeming to hide potential threats.
The memories of three days ago haunted me. Ethan Grey and I had met in that suburban villa to coordinate our plans against Olivia and Connor. Everything had seemed to go smoothly.
But not long after Ethan left, my bodyguards found a surveillance device hidden under the leaves of a potted plant in the villa’s living room. The sophisticated equipment meant only one thing – Connor’s forces had been
watching us.
Knowing that my identity was exposed to Connor’s intelligence network, I contacted Frederick Warner immediately. We fled to Blackmoor Territory that very night, abandoning everything.
I had naturally broken ties with the Rivers Pack after fleeing the Northern Territory. Now that I was at odds with the Rivers family, I could no longer seek their protection.
Those bodyguards assigned to me before could no longer be kept by my side due to my rogue status. Pack loyalty ran deeper than personal bonds, and they couldn’t follow me into exile.
Fortunately, there was one loyal bodyguard by my side who had romantic feelings for me. I had seen through Adrian Pierce’s thoughts long ago, recognizing the devotion in his eyes whenever he looked at me.
I took the smitten beta werewolf with me on the day of our escape. His feeling’s made him the perfect ally- someone who would choose me over pack loyalty.
“Adrian,” I said, my voice tight with anxiety. “I feel like Connor’s enforcers are tracking us.”
Adrian’s jaw clenched with fierce determination. “Don’t worry, Vanessa. I’ll protect you no matter what
happens.”
His wolf’s devotion overrode his survival instincts, exactly what I needed in this dangerous situation. Feeling increasingly uneasy as my wolf senses detected approaching danger, I got in the car and urged Adrian, who was driving, to return to our hideout villa immediately.
“Drive faster,” I commanded, fear creeping into my voice. “I think Connor’s pack enforcers have found our
location.”
The white sedan suddenly lurched violently as a black pickup truck rammed into us with brutal force. The impact sent us spinning across the road.
“Get down!” Adrian shouted as silver bullets designed to harm werewolves began flying through the air.
Gunfire erupted around us, and I was terrified. My wolf whimpered in fear as I trembled in the car, pressing myself against the floor.
Armed mercenaries broke the windshield with brutal efficiency, their faces hidden behind tactical masks. These weren’t Connor’s usual enforcers – they were professional killers,
“Run, Vanessa!” Adrian urged desperately. “I’ll hold them back!”
His wolf form partially emerged as he prepared to fight, his body already shifting to protect me. But the mercenaries were prepared for werewolf capabilities.
Adrian was shot with silver ammunition and severely injured. His enhanced healing struggled against the
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toxic metal as he collapsed against the steering wheel.
I opened the car door and ran with supernatural speed, my wolf lending me strength despite my terror. But
the mercenaries had anticipated this.
Adrian was quickly subdued by multiple attackers, his weakened state making resistance impossible. Blood streamed from his wounds as they dragged him away.
The mercenary leader, a cold–eyed man I recognized as Victor Stone, spoke to his men with clinical detachment. “Treat his wounds but don’t kill him. We need him alive for information.”
A blonde mercenary named Jaxon Wolfe roughly dragged me over to their vehicle, his grip bruising my arms. “Got her, boss.”
My heart sank as I realized this wasn’t Connor’s doing. These were Frederick’s men, and I was being taken
back to face his wrath.
I was transported back to Northern Territory waters aboard Frederick’s vessel, The Crimson Vessel. The irony of the name wasn’t lost on me as I contemplated my fate.
Confined for days on the ship, I wasn’t eating or sleeping well due to the constant motion and stress. My usually pristine appearance deteriorated significantly.
I hadn’t bathed for several days, and my werewolf senses made the accumulated scent unbearable even to myself. The small cabin reeked of fear and desperation.
Even the mercenaries who came to drag me off the boat couldn’t help but feel disgusted by my condition. One of them wrinkled his nose in obvious revulsion.
“Jesus, she stinks,” he muttered to his companion.
The guard tore off the black duct tape from my mouth and untied the silver–laced rope that had been suppressing my wolf abilities. The relief was immediate but short–lived.
“Wash yourself clean,” he said callously, throwing me into the cold ocean water. “You’re disgusting.”
I struggled desperately in the sea, my weakened wolf unable to help me stay afloat. “Help!” I called out with genuine terror, the saltwater filling my mouth.
The mercenary initially thought I was faking my distress to escape. “Stop the theatrics and wash yourself,” he said coldly.
But as my cries weakened and I began to sink beneath the waves, my wolf form too exhausted to surface, the guard realized I truly couldn’t swim.
“s**t,” he cursed under his breath, jumping into the frigid sea to rescue the drowning werewolf.
He dragged me back to the vessel’s deck, my body limp and unresponsive. Water poured from my lungs as I lay unconscious on the cold metal.