( ⚠️ WARNING : Violence)

Olivia was taken aback when Marcus appeared at her cell door, his signature devilish smirk curling at the edges of his lips. He stepped forward slowly, predatory in every movement, like a beast about to devour its prey.

She instinctively retreated, her back pressing against the wall. But before she could move further, he loomed over her, trapping her body between the cold stone and his towering frame. His eyes locked onto hers with an unblinking, deadly seriousness that made her chest tighten.

"The fear in your eyes shows you still remember me, Oli," he murmured, his tone sweet yet dripping with venom. "The treatment hasn't worked as well as I expected, has it?"

Olivia's throat constricted. Terror froze her voice as her breath caught in jagged gasps.

A frown shadowed his face as he inhaled sharply, sniffing the air around her. His expression shifted from suspicion to rage. Olivia immediately understood the cause.

He was a wolf. He could tell. He could smell.

The subtle change in her scent betrayed her. He knew she was carrying a child-and it wasn't his.

"How dare you, Olivia?" His voice turned coarse, his words cutting like knives. "How come you still have it? You should have ended this the moment you found out. But we're not too late... so let's do it now."

Before she could react, his hand clamped down on her forearm, yanking her forward. His grip was iron, cruel and suffocating. She fought him desperately, thrashing like a trapped bird, but his determination was merciless.

"No! Never! Please, leave me and my child alone!" she cried, each word strained and trembling, her last shred of hope clinging like a dying flame.

In a rush of desperation, Olivia bit down hard into his hand. Marcus roared in pain and momentarily released her. Seizing her chance, she scrambled frantically and darted beneath the narrow space under the bed.

"GeT HeR oUt!!" Marcus thundered, his Alpha command reverberating with spine-chilling authority. The guttural undertone of his wolf rising left his subordinates no room for defiance.

Alex stepped forward without hesitation. Dropping low, he reached under the bed. Olivia scurried further back into the shadows, but his arm stretched farther-long enough to latch onto her ankle. He tightened his grip like a vice and dragged her out, her nails scraping helplessly against the floor.

Marcus wasted no time. He fisted her hair savagely, jerking her head back until her neck strained painfully. His other hand clamped onto her jaw, fingers digging like claws into her delicate skin. She winced as his nails broke the surface, hot tears threatening to form. His furious breath fanned her face, searing her with the golden glow flickering at the rim of his irises.

"You never learn to obey, do you, Oli?" His voice trembled with suppressed rage. "Why do you always choose the hard way? You think you can hide? Do you forget? I see everything you try to conceal from that pathetic human."

"We already have my son, Asher. That makes us a family... your only family! If you want more, I'll give you more-but you will get rid of it!" His words hissed against her ear, sharp and unforgiving.

Her body trembled, but this time she refused to cower. She gathered every last piece of defiance within her.

"No! Never! Leave me alone, you monster!" she shouted, her voice cracking yet fierce. Her raw cry pierced the room, trembling with desperation and resolve.

Marcus froze for a moment, his expression turning eerily calm, almost stoic. Then, with a manic, chilling grin, he whispered:

"You call me a monster? Then let me show you just how monstrous I can be."

The words dripped with madness. His hand swung sharply across her face, the slap echoing in the confined space. Pain exploded across her cheek as she staggered and collapsed onto the stone-cold floor with a sickening thud.

Agony shot through her body, radiating especially from her lower abdomen. She gasped in sharp pain, clutching instinctively at herself. From the corner of her blurred vision, she spotted Mrs. Foster standing trembling at the cell door, desperate to reach her. But Alex, unwavering in his loyalty, blocked her path.

Marcus sank lazily into a chair, crossing his legs like a king overseeing his throne. Indifference masked his features as he commanded coldly, "Get rid of it, Alex."

The Alpha's tone was merciless, weighted with an authority no wolf could deny.

Olivia clutched the nearest bed frame, struggling desperately to rise, her face pale as snow, her body quaking with horror at those words.

"But Alpha," Alex hesitated, confusion clouding his features, "what if it's yours? Why destroy your heir?"

Olivia froze. He didn't know. The truth of that night clawed at her conscience, searing her heart. Meanwhile, Marcus's eyes darkened like a storm.

"It's not mine, Alex!" Marcus roared, seizing him by the collar. "Do you think I'll take the same route as her weak husband did? Never! Do as I say!" His fury crackled in the air, the command as unyielding as death itself.

Alex lowered his gaze, humiliated and small. "Yes, Alpha..." he whispered.

He turned to Olivia, smirking cruelly. "I Pity you, Olivia. But we don't have the luxury of defiance. Unlike you... a coward who abandoned her pack."

His foot swung violently, connecting with her abdomen. The impact sent her crumpling back to the floor. Pain flared so intensely that her vision blurred. Her lips trembled as she rasped:

"You... Alex... remember this. One day you'll pay the price for your blind loyalty."

But her words only earned her more blows. Kick after kick pummeled her stomach until slick warmth spread beneath her. She glanced down, weak and trembling, to find scarlet blood soaking her uniform, a spreading pool of devastation.

Her gaze, though trembling, lifted to Marcus. He watched from his chair, cold and detached, not a flicker of remorse etched across his face.

Broken. Shattered. Hollow. Yet Olivia refused to scream. She swallowed her agony and locked it deep within, burning her despair into silent resolve.

In that moment, something inside her died-her hope, her innocence, her trust in life itself. But from the grave of that despair, a new ember was born:

Revenge.

It seared into her soul, the only flame left to keep her alive.

Her final thought before collapsing into darkness was not of fear, not of sorrow, but of vengeance.