Claimed by My Ex Chapter 113 Who fired the gun?

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Who fired the gun?

Victoria’s POV

I ended my call with Grace after reassuring her. "I might not be back tonight. Get so sleep, okay?"

"Alright, I won’t wait up then," Grace replied, finally sounding relieved now that she knew I was safe. "Just be careful."

"I will. Sleep well."

After hanging up, the car fell into an awkward silence. The confined space suddenly felt charged with unspoken words and lingering tension. I fidgeted with my hands, pressing my fingernails into my palms as I searched for sothing—anything—appropriate to say.

Several tis I opened my mouth to speak, only to close it again. Nora nudged inside , encouraging

to acknowledge what had happened, what he’d done for us.

Finally, I gathered my courage. "Damien, thank you." The words felt inadequate for what he’d done tonight, but they were all I could manage.

His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but I caught the subtle quirk of his lips. "Does this make

your official savior now?" His tone was light, but there was sothing deeper beneath the question.

"Yes," I admitted, nodding slowly. "It does."

"You know how people typically repay those who save their lives?" Damien asked, one eyebrow arched as he glanced in my direction.

"How? With eternal gratitude?" I quipped. "Should I dig you a well in front of your house as so symbolic gesture?"

Damien’s expression was priceless. "...What would I do with a well?"

"Isn’t that what they do in old stories? ’A spring of gratitude’ or sothing?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of pledging yourself to your savior," he countered smoothly, the teasing note in his voice making my wolf stir with interest.

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was just falling back on his habitual flirting. Damien Sterling never seed capable of serious conversation for long, especially when it ventured into emotionally vulnerable territory.

"Let’s not joke about this," I said. "But truly, if you ever need anything from , I won’t hesitate. We’re bound by a deeper alliance now, wouldn’t you say?"

Damien kept his attention on the road, his strong profile illuminated by passing streetlights. "I thought we were business rivals? If you’re feeling so grateful, perhaps you could sign over half of Lancaster Industries to ."

I couldn’t help but laugh. "Sure, why not? If you’ve got the energy to run it, I’d happily hand Lancaster Industries over to you. You can make money for

while I travel the world."

The ntal image was rather appealing, actually.

"You’re not afraid I’d swallow your company whole?" Damien asked, his voice dropping lower. "You seem to trust

more than I expected."

"If you tried to steal my company," I replied with a mischievous grin, "I’d just have to move into your house permanently. I’d camp out on your doorstep, beco an unwelco houseguest you couldn’t get rid of. Make you wait on

hand and foot."

The corner of Damien’s mouth curved upward, and I caught a glimpse of Arthur, his wolf, in the predatory gleam of his smile. "Deal."

That single word sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.

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We arrived at the police station shortly after. The officers inford us that Ethan had been transported to the hospital. Despite sustaining multiple gunshot wounds, none were life-threatening—though his recovery was another question entirely.

"Five gunshot wounds?" Damien’s voice cut through the conversation, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"What’s wrong?" I turned toward him, sensing the sudden shift in his deanor. I knew he’d fired several shots, but I hadn’t kept count in the chaos.

"I only fired four tis," he stated firmly.

The officer consulted the preliminary dical report. "One shot in each leg, one in the arm, one in the wrist, and one in the groin area. Is there a discrepancy?"

I hadn’t realized Damien had shot Ethan in the groin. While I couldn’t summon much sympathy—a wolf who would force himself on another deserved whatever ca to him—I was surprised by Damien’s thoroughness in ensuring Ethan would never threaten another female again.

"The shot to the arm wasn’t mine," Damien insisted, his posture growing rigid.

The officers exchanged glances of confusion. If not Damien, who else could have fired that shot? According to the initial statents, only Damien had discharged a weapon at the scene.

"Check the bullet," Damien instructed. "I guarantee it won’t match my gun. I know exactly how many shots I fired."

As the officers stepped away to make the arrangents, I felt a chill run through . I thought back to the sequence of events at the dock. The first shot had co when Ethan was about to force himself on , just after he’d torn at my clothes. I’d assud that was Damien’s subordinates arriving, but...

So,soone else had been there watching. Soone else had intervened before Damien arrived.

But who? The police hadn’t been there yet, and I hadn’t sensed another presence. Wolf senses were keen—I should have detected another person nearby, especially another wolf.

Nora grew restless inside , hackles raised at the thought of an unknown observer during my mont of vulnerability. Who could have been there? And more importantly, why hadn’t they revealed themselves?

I glanced at Damien, whose jaw was set in a hard line. Arthur, his wolf, was clearly agitated too. I could see it in the rigid set of Damien’s shoulders and the intense focus in his eyes.

Soone else had been watching us. Soone else had fired at Ethan.

And neither of us had any idea who it might be.