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Chapter 39: Dizziness

Scott stood before his parents, their expressions a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

"I can’t believe you would do something so reckless, so foolish. " His father chided, his voice laced with barely contained anger. "What were you thinking?" His mother asked angrily

Scott shifted uncomfortably under their accusing gaze, his mind racing with excuses and justifications. "It wasn’t my fault," he protested weakly, his voice tinged with desperation. "I had to do something to find a way to make her mine. I can not let that peasant win."

His mother shook her head in disbelief, her eyes brimming with disappointment. "That’s no excuse, Scott. You could have seriously killed our head alpha." she admonished, her voice stern and unwavering. "You need to take responsibility for your actions."

Liam listened in shock from the doorway, his heart heavy with disbelief at Scott’s callousness.

He couldn’t believe that anyone could stoop so low.

Anger simmered beneath the surface as he watched the scene unfold, a sense of righteous fury building within him with each passing moment.

Without a second thought, Liam stormed into the room, his fists clenched at his sides as he confronted Scott head-on. "You’re a coward, Scott," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can just hurt other people and get away with it? Not this time."

Scott’s eyes widened in surprise as Liam’s words washed over him like a wave of cold realization.

Before he could react, Liam launched himself at him, his fists flying with a ferocity that took Scott off guard.

The two of them crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs, the sound of their struggle echoing through the room.

Scott fought back with all his might, desperation fueling his every move as he tried to fend off Liam’s relentless assault.

But try as he might, he couldn’t seem to gain the upper hand, couldn’t seem to match Liam’s sheer determination and strength. Blow after blow rained down upon him, each one landing with bone-crushing force.

His parents watched in horror as the fight unfolded before them, their voices lost in a sea of chaos as they tried to intervene.

"Stop it, both of you!" Scott’s mother cried, her hands reaching out in a futile attempt to separate them. "This is madness!"

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as Liam continued to rain down blows upon Scott, his fury unabated by their cries for mercy. "You think you can hurt Anastasia and get away with it?" he roared, his voice filled with righteous indignation. "You’re nothing but a coward, Scott, and I won’t let you get away with it!"

With a final scream of rage, Liam delivered one last punishing blow, the force of it sending Scott reeling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

His parents rushed to his side, their faces etched with fear and concern as they tried to assess the damage. "What have you done?" his mother whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "What have you done to our son?"

But before anyone could answer, the sound of fuss echoed from the hallway, the noise drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

As people rushed to investigate, Scott’s parents cast worried glances at each other, their hearts heavy with fear for what the future might hold.

For in that moment of violence and chaos, they knew that their family would never be the same again.

The sounds of Scott and Liam’s heated altercation echoed through the packhouse, sending a ripple of unease through the packhouse’s members.

Doors creaked open as concerned faces peered out, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Among them was Caleb, his senses keenly attuned to the disturbance.

With a sense of urgency, he raced towards Scott’s room, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for what he might find.

As Caleb burst into the room, the scene before him was nothing short of chaotic.

Liam stood over Scott, his fists clenched and his eyes blazing with anger as he loomed over his fallen adversary.

Caleb wasted no time in intervening, stepping between them and holding Liam back with a firm hand. "What in the world is going on here?" he demanded, his voice stern and authoritative.

Meanwhile, Scott’s parents hovered anxiously nearby, their faces etched with worry as they tried to make sense of the situation.

They reached out to their son, pulling him close and holding him tight in a protective embrace as they cast accusing glares at Liam. "You have some nerve attacking our son like this," Scott’s mother hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

But Liam was undeterred, his rage still simmering beneath the surface as he continued to glare at Scott with undisguised contempt. "He deserves everything he gets," he spat, his voice laced with bitterness. "He’s nothing but a liar and a coward."

Just then, Anastasia swept into the room, her presence commanding attention as she surveyed the scene before her with a steely gaze.

Silence fell over the room as all eyes turned to her, waiting for her to speak. "What is going on here?" she demanded, her voice cool and composed.

Liam wasted no time in recounting the events that had transpired, his words ringing out with a clarity that left no room for doubt.

Anastasia listened intently, her expression unreadable as she absorbed the gravity of the situation.

When he finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Scott, who stood up defiantly, his eyes blazing with defiance. "It’s not true," he protested, his voice trembling with emotion. "Liam is lying. He’s the one who poisoned the wine, not me."

But Anastasia remained unmoved, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she regarded Scott with a critical eye. "Is that so?" she mused, her tone dripping with skepticism.

Liam interrupted her by saying "Then perhaps you can explain why I have a video of you confessing to your parents about how you poisoned the wine with wolfsbane."

Scott faltered, his facade crumbling as he struggled to come up with a plausible explanation.

But try as he might, he couldn’t seem to find the words, couldn’t seem to justify his actions in the face of such damning evidence. Anastasia’s gaze bore into him like a laser, her disappointment palpable as she shook her head in disbelief.

Before Scott could protest further, Liam produced his phone from his pocket and played the incriminating video for all to see. The room fell silent as the truth was laid bare, Scott’s guilt undeniable in the face of such damning proof. "You see?" Liam exclaimed, his voice tinged with triumph. "He’s been lying to you all along."

Anastasia’s expression softened a bit as she turned to Liam, a faint touch of gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention," she said, her voice sincere. "You were right to confront him, but violence is not the answer. We must uphold the rules of the packhouse, no matter the circumstances."

Liam nodded in agreement, his heart swelling with pride at her words.

He understood the importance of maintaining order within their community, even in the face of injustice.

With a sense of determination, he vowed to redouble his efforts to protect those he cared about, no matter the cost.

As Scott’s punishment was decided, Anastasia ordered Caleb to escort him to the dungeons, where he would await further judgment.

Scott’s parents pleaded with her to show mercy, and to reconsider her decision, but Anastasia remained steadfast in her resolve. "He has broken the trust of our packhouse," she declared, her voice firm. "He must face the consequences of his actions."

With a heavy heart, Scott’s parents reluctantly accepted her decision, their eyes filled with sorrow as they bid their son farewell.

As Caleb led Scott away, Anastasia turned to Liam, a sense of gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you for your efforts," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "You have shown great courage today, and for that, I am grateful, but as I said you have to be punished for the violence. Your punishment will be training double today."

Liam smiled at her, a sense of peace settling over him as he accepted her praise and punishment.

He knew that he had done the right thing, that he had stood up for what was just and true. As he joined the other warriors for training and his punishment, he felt a sense of pride swell within him, knowing that he had found the person who planned to hurt his mate.

As Liam engaged in the rigorous training exercises with the other warriors, after two hours of training non-stop, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, causing the world to tilt and spin around him.

His stomach churned uneasily, a sharp pain stabbing at his temples as a throbbing headache gripped his senses.

With each movement, the nausea intensified, threatening to overwhelm him entirely. freёweɓnovel.com

Philip, the trainer and coach, noticed Liam’s distress and rushed to his side, concern etched upon his features. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Are you alright, Liam?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he placed a steadying hand on Liam’s shoulder.

Liam tried to muster a response, but the words caught in his throat as another wave of dizziness crashed over him, leaving him feeling weak and disoriented.

He struggled to maintain his balance, his limbs trembling with the effort as he fought against the overwhelming urge to vomit.

With a low groan, Liam sank to the ground, his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he battled against the strange sensations coursing through his body.

Each movement sent a jolt of pain shooting through him, a stark reminder of his rapidly deteriorating condition.

Philip knelt beside him, his brow furrowed with concern as he tried to assess the situation. "We need to get you to the doctor," he declared, his voice urgent as he helped Liam to his feet. "Something isn’t right."

With Philip’s support, Liam staggered to his feet, his vision swimming as he struggled to stay upright.

The world seemed to blur and distort around him, a hazy fog enveloping his senses as he fought to maintain consciousness.

As they made their way towards the chair, Liam’s condition worsened, his steps growing unsteady with each passing moment.

The pain in his head intensified a relentless throbbing that seemed to pulse with each beat of his heart.

With a final, desperate effort, Liam collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with spasms of pain as he succumbed to the overwhelming darkness that threatened to consume him.

As Philip knelt beside him, a sense of helplessness washed over him, his heart heavy with fear for Liam’s well-being.

But even in the midst of his suffering, Liam refused to give up, his willpower driving him to fight against the encroaching darkness with every fiber of his being.