Chapter 122: Victoria''s Despair


    (Victoria''s POV)


    I tried to sit up, but something was wrong. My arms moved, but my lower body remained


    motionless. A cold dread washed over me.


    "I can''t move my legs," I whispered, panic rising in my throat. "Why can''t I move my legs?"


    The nurse''s expression softened with practiced sympathy. "Dr. Wilson will be here shortly to


    discuss your condition."


    I reached down, pinching my thigh hard. Nothing. Not even the faintest sensation. The panic


    exploded into full-blown terror.


    "Fix this!" I screamed, grabbing the nurse''s arm. "Fix this now!"


    Dr. Samuel Wilson chose that moment to enter, his face grave as he approached my bed. "Ms.


    Frost, I''m afraid I have difficult news."


    "Just tell me," I hissed, my wolf snarling beneath the surface.


    "The fall caused significant damage to your spinal cord," he exined, his voice clinically


    detached. "You''ve sustained aplete injury at the T10 vertebra."


    I stared at him nkly, refusing to process his words.


    "You''re paralyzed from the waist down," he continued. "I''m sorry, but the damage


    is


    permanent."


    "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, that''s impossible. I''m a werewolf. We heal."


    Dr. Wilson sighed. "Even werewolf healing has limitations. The spinal cord is delicate. Once


    severedpletely...''


    "You''re paralyzed," the woman in the next bed stated bluntly, her voiceced with cruel satisfaction. "You''ll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."


    I recognized her then - Veronica Palmer, a she-wolf from a minor family who had always envied my position in the pack.


    "Shut up!" I snarled, my fangs elongating with rage.


    Veronica smirked. "Karma''s a b***h, isn''t it? Wasn''t it Olivia who warned you about retribution


    < Chapter 122 Victoria''s Despair


    for what you did to her daughter?"


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    The memory of Olivia''s words at Lily''s grave hit me like a physical blow. "You will pay for this,"


    she had said. "The Moon Goddess sees all."


    I lunged toward Veronica, but my dead weight legs anchored me to the bed. The sudden.


    movement sent a wave of nausea through me, and I retched over the side of the mattress.


    "Nurse!" Dr. Wilson called, rushing to stabilize me. "Get Ms. Palmer moved to another ward


    immediately!"


    As they wheeled Veronica away, herughter echoed down the corridor. "Enjoy your new life,


    Victoria!"


    Left alone with the reality of my condition, I stared at my useless legs. This couldn''t be happening. Not to me. I had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to end up like this.


    My mind raced back to when I first arrived at Silvercrest Pack territory. I had been nobody then


    - just another she-wolf seeking protection. But I had been clever. I had researched Ethan


    Stone''s past, discovered his childhood sweetheart had been called "Vicky."


    It had been so easy to convince him I was that same girl, grown up. His memory


    of her had been hazy at best, clouded by the trauma of his mother''s death. And I had yed the part perfectly.


    For years, I had maintained the deception, working my way into his heart, his bed, his life. I


    had even managed to position my daughter Emma as his favorite, despite her having no biological connection to him.