Chapter 277\u00a0<\/p>\n
Third Person\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulric Sanchez\u2019s pupils shrank violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crack of the whip tore through the air like a hunting strike. Panic seized him. He twisted to evade, but his injured leg failed him mid-motion. With a sharp smack, the wheelchair overturned, and Ulric crashed to the stone floor in humiliating disarray.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked up in terror-\u00a0<\/p>\n
Straight into Aysel\u2019s eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were bright, blazing, feral-like a small wolf guarding her kill, fur bristled, flames burning in her gaze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?!\u201d Ulric shouted, both shocked and furious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel sneered, flicking the whip loosely as its tail hissed against the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIsn\u2019t it obvious? I\u2019m whipping you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m his father!\u201d Ulric roared. In his entire life, he had never seen a daughter-in-law who dared raise a weapon against an elder-let alone in front of the pack Alpha.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s voice cut like a blade.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly those who raise and protect are elders worthy of respect. What are you? You think you can bare your fatherhood before Magnus?\u201d Her eyes burned. \u201cDo you think he\u2019s still that five- or six-year-old cub- bullied, cornered, with no one to bare their fangs for him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulric\u2019s breath hitched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMagnus! Control her!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words tore from his throat, sharp and desperate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel laughed coldly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCalling him won\u2019t help. You and I don\u2019t share blood. Whipping you is exactly what you deserve.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The chill that had long clung to Magnus had already dispersed. Now, he watched with an almost lazy smile, spreading his hands helplessly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, you heard her. In this den, I don\u2019t make the rules\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulric nearly choked on his own breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Coming here, thinking he could talk-that was his greatest mistake.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Who could have known that Aysel would tear apart every rule of civility without blinking?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Arrogant beyond measure. Wild to the bone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulric rolled clumsily across the ground, scrambling to avoid the whip. For a moment, he was thrown back years-to that dark, chaotic birthday feast of Bastien Sanchez, when the lights had gone out and Ivy had\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
16:12 Fri, Dec 19 = D\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 277-\u00a0<\/p>\n
lashed him across the face with a thorned branch, again and again, while no one helped him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The same helplessness. The same humiliation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cStop\u2013stop!\u201d he shouted hoarsely. \u201cIf you don\u2019t want to save Olivia, then don\u2019t! I\u2019ll leave, alright? I\u2019ll leave!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He truly feared her now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
To cross paths with Aysel Vale-what sins had the Sanchez family committed in past lives?\u00a0<\/p>\n
But his words only fueled her fury.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s eyes reddened at the rims, rage trembling through her frame.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone in this world can beg mercy for Olivia-anyone but you!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice cracked as she spoke for Magnus, injustice bleeding through every word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Magnus and his mother were bullied and trampled in the old den-when everyone mocked them, humiliated them-where were you? You couldn\u2019t even protect your own mate and cub. And now you want to play the hero?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She lashed the whip again, the sound sharp as thunder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
You stand up for the niece of the woman who hurt them. Ulric Sanchez, your shamelessness is astounding. Do you sleep well at night?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The memory of those unbearable photographs surged up in her mind. Her grip tightened, hatred flaring as she struck again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could you treat him like this?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulric had never once been kind to Magnus-yet he expected a few hollow words of regret to earn back the title of father.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why?\u00a0<\/p>\n
What right did he have?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment Aysel mentioned Raya, Ulric froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The strength drained from his body. His eyes went distant, unfocused, as if his soul had slipped loose. He stopped resisting altogether, collapsing into stillness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was Magnus who moved first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He caught Aysel before she could strike again-not for Ulric\u2019s sake, but because letting such filth wound her heart was not worth it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss the corners of her reddened eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEasy, baby,\u201d he murmured softly. \u201cWe\u2019re not angry anymore. He can\u2019t hurt me now. I\u2019ll have him driven out, alright?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood girl\u2026 don\u2019t cry.\u201d His hand smoothed down her back, steady and soothing, Alpha scent wrapping around her like a shield.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
10-12 ri, Dec 19\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 277\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel had been driven past reason by Ulric\u2019s hypocrisy.he one truly wronged was Magnus-always been. She buried her face against his chest and clutchedhim tightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want him in our den\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright.\u201d Magnus whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead. \u201cWhatever my mate wants.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he looked at Ulric again, his gaze was colder than frozen abyss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The servants from the old estate-along with several black-clad enforcers-rushed in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They froze at the sight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crippled Master Ulric lay abandoned on the floor, while the Alpha Magnus cradled his mate, murmuring softly to calm her fury\u00a0<\/p>\n
The servant\u2019s pupils shook violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
7007\u00a0<\/p>\n
The enforcers, however, remained expressionless. They strode forward, seized Ulric and his overturned wheelchair, and without ceremony hurled both straight out of the villa gates.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The servant wished he\u2019d gone blind that morning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hands shaking, he helped Ulric into the car and asked cautiously,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMaster\u2026 should we go to the healer\u2019s hall?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulric ignored the question. Instead, he asked something utterly unrelated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you ever seen Magnus when he was young?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The servant froze, scratching his head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAh\u2026 I came late. I didn\u2019t.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time he entered the Sanchez household, Magnus had already grown into a feared Alpha. He knew only that father and son were enemies-nothing more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulric closed his eyes and turned his head away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo healer. Go home.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
From an angle no one noticed, two lines of tears slipped down his weathered face-his age unreadable, his expression carved deep with regret and ruin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No one knew why he cried.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Send Gifts\u00a0<\/p>\n
662\u00a0<\/p>\n
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