Chapter 67
reston finally set the document aside, his fingers lingering briefly on its crisp edges before folding his hands in his lap. His brow arched slightly, an elegant, measured expression settling over his face as he cast a glance toward Georgia.
“What is it?” he asked quietly.
Georgia’s voice came tentative, cautious as she ventured a question that weighed heavily on her mind. “Is Laura alright?”
Preston’s composure fractured almost instantly. A flicker of anger sparked behind his eyes, and he let out a bitter laugh. “Georgia, are you really so hypocritical? Look at yourself–how can you care about someone else when you’re in such a state?” His voice sharpened, cutting through the sterile hospital air with cold disdain.
Georgia bit her lip, steadying herself as her gaze locked on his. “Mr. Hill, you’re wrong,” she said with quiet conviction, “I want to plead for her. Please, spare her life. Don’t torture her. As for everything else, Mr. Hill, you may do as you wish.”
Preston scoffed, the mockery clear in his tone. “I thought you were hypocritical enough to be friends with someone who hurt you so deeply.”
She did not argue. Instead, she looked at him with sober seriousness. “She’s your employee, Mr. Hill. You can punish her as you see fit, but I ask you not to kill her. If Laura crosses you again, punish her however you want. I promise I won’t speak for her again.”
Georgia’s voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with an unspoken weight. “I do not want to owe anyone my life.”
It was a confession hanging like a boulder on her chest–one she carried as though shackled to it.
Preston’s eyes darkened with a complicated mix of emotion as he studied the woman in the bed before him.
“Did you finally admit it, Georgia?” His voice was laced with scom. “That you owe someone your life? You resisted it three years ago. Now, after all this time, after leaving prison, you can’t bear the struggle inside anymore?”
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Georgia lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting a shadow that veiled the emptiness beneath–a barrier against the world’s cruelty.
Had Preston spoken to her like this three years ago, she would have fought back with words, with explanations, with desperate pleas.
But now? No.
She no longer possessed a wolf to shield her. She had lost her pride, her confidence, everything.
She only had the same name as the Silver Stream Pack’s Alpha’s beautiful Luna–and nothing else.
“Say something.” Preston demanded, his voice hard as ice. “I told you to speak. Don’t you have anything to explain?”
His eyes held a flicker of expectation, subtle and unintentional. He wanted her words–to soften him, to give him an
excuse.
But Georgia did not speak.
Three years ago, she had stood bound and soaked by the relentless rain in the Dark Spike Pack’s square, pleading for five minutes to explain herself,
He never gave her that chance. He threw her out of the car and ordered her imprisoned in the werewolf prison.
What was there left to explain after three years?
“Ive been in prison,” Georgia said slowly, her voice raw and ragged, each word scraping the air like broken glass. “I endured my punishment.”
Her gaze lifted, locking on Preston’s with a cold, flat edge. “What use is it to explain now?”
Her words were a challenge wrapped in apathy.
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She asked quietly. “Mr. Hill, do you want to send me back to prison? For how long? Three years? Five? Ten?”
There was nothing in her eyes but indifference–as if the weight of her fate barely registered anymore.
Preston’s hand shot out, holding her firmly down. “You have sick leave.”
He dared to say aloud what she kept buried, what she refused to admit even to herself.
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