Georgia's POV
I sank against the frigid, damp wall of my cell, tears welling in my eyes.
How could I have been so foolish?
I thought I had finally discovered a way to exact my revenge, only to realize I was merely a pawn in Benjamin's scheme.
“Benjamin! If I ever get my hands on you, I swear I’ll make you pay! I’ll destroy you for everything you’ve done to me!”
I shouted through my tears, pounding my fists against the wall.
Two weeks had passed in this hell, the worst of my life. I had endured suffering on every level.
From hunger to relentless beatings and grueling labor, was this to be my existence until my last breath?
I buried my face in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Moon goddess, forgive me," I murmured, my voice trembling with regret.
"I let my thirst for vengeance blind me. Please, grant me another chance to set things right.”
Just as I completed my plea, the sound of footsteps echoed outside my cell.
The guards appeared, their expressions cold and unyielding.
“Get up, prisoner!" one of them barked, seizing my arm and dragging me from the cell.
I stumbled, my bare feet scraping against the floor, my body weak from days of confinement.
"Where are you taking me?" I cried out, but they paid no heed, pulling me through the twisting hallways of the pack's headquarters.
“Please, just let me go! Don’t kill me! Someone, help me!”
We finally reached a grand, ornate door that swung open to reveal a lavish room adorned with luxurious furnishings.
At the far end, a regal woman with striking green eyes and silver hair sat on a throne-like chair, her gaze fixed on me with disdain.
The guards shoved me forward, and I fell to my knees before her.
She raised her hand, and I braced myself for a blow.
Instead, she struck me hard across the face, the force of the slap sending me crashing to the ground.
"You're the fool who attempted to take my son's life," she hissed, her tone dripping with venom.
"You're fortunate he survived, or you'd be facing a fate far worse than death! You absolute moron!”
“Please— I was misled, I beg you— have mercy! If you just let me explain, you'll see that I never intended for this to happen. I was just overwhelmed with anger, I—”
“Silence, you foolish idiot! By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for death! You tried to kill my only son! You turned him into a joke among the lower-ranking Alphas, and worst of all, you caused him immense suffering, all for what? Just because he was trying to be kind to you?”
I shrank back, shielding my head with my hands as her blows fell upon me like a relentless storm.
“Please forgive me— I swear it won’t happen again,” I sobbed.
“Of course it won’t happen again, because today marks your last day on this earth, and soon you’ll be greeting your wretched parents in hell!”
But just as abruptly as it had started, the assault ceased.
I looked up, tears streaming down my cheeks, to find Theophilus standing in the doorway, a bandage wrapped around his midsection.
His gaze locked onto mine, and I felt a surge of shock.
"Mother, don’t you dare touch my mate!” he growled, his voice filled with fury.
His mother’s face flushed with anger.
"Have you lost your mind, Theophilus? She tried to kill you! She claimed she didn’t love you on your wedding day, and now you’re defending her? She’s the reason for your suffering, the reason you nearly died! Let me handle her, please—”
Theophilus’s demeanor remained composed, but his eyes sparked with a warning.
"Don’t concern yourself with me, Mother. I can manage my own affairs. Please, let this be the last time you meddle in my marriage. Excuse me, Mother.”
He turned to me, his expression softening. "Georgia, come with me.”
I managed to get back on my feet, every part of me protesting from the recent ordeal.
Yet, I trailed behind Theophilus, uncertain of what awaited us.
We made our way to his room in silence, the air thick with unspoken words.
Once we reached our destination, I couldn't hold back the flood of tears, emotions crashing over me like waves.
"I'm so sorry, Theophilus," I cried, my voice trembling.
"I was led astray. I never intended to hurt you. That’s not who I am. If it means atonement, I wouldn’t mind if you had to kill me or offer me to your demon. Just please, find it in your heart to forgive me!”
Theophilus's face was serious, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes—only a deep sadness.
"It's alright, Georgia," he replied softly. "We can discuss this later. For now, take a moment to gather yourself. The Omegas will bring you some food; we still have our revenge plan to finalize.”
