Chapter 42

••• Victoria’s POV ••• Despite having difficulty breathing, I still managed to spit at Evelyn. “I’d rather die than give you the formula,” I made it clear and reminded her, “If I die, you will have to face Elijah’s wrath alone.” How much more foolish could she be? Didn’t she not know how dangerous her position was now? With how she had botched the perfume industry, it had angered Elijah to the point of him not caring that she was pregnant and imprisoned her without mercy. If she killed me, did she think Elijah would forgive her? I was basically the only one who could help them restore their pack’s reputation, not that I wanted to, though. Evelyn’s face turned deathly red with rage. “I’ll make you wish you were dead,” she hissed, tightening her grip even more on my neck but I let out a cold laugh. “Who gave you the courage to say that? The baby in your womb?” I mocked. Her grip faltered for a split second before she snapped and tightened her grip with renewed force. This time, I felt li