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“What are you doing here, Ethan?” she demanded, her amber eyes widening before narrowing with fury. The coldness in her voice was like a physical blow. My wolf whimpered in pain, finally understanding what true heartbreak felt like. For three years, I had taken her love for granted, assuming she would always be there waiting for me.
Now, seeing her stand protectively beside Connor, her wolf clearly aligned with his, I realized what I had lost. A single tear slipped from my eye as I nearly broke down, the pain of losing my true mate overwhelming me
“Livvy,” I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion.
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her amber eyes flashing. “You lost that right when you chose Cassandra over me.”
Her words cut deeper than any physical wound. My wolf howled in anguish, recognizing too late what it had thrown away.
“I made a mistake,” I said, taking a step toward her. “I see that now. Please, Livvy, give me another chance.”
Olivia’s expression hardened, her wolf rising protectively as she moved closer to Connor. “Stop harassing me, Ethan. It’s over between us. It has been for months.”
“No,” I protested, my voice hoarse with emotion. “It can’t be over. We belong together.”
“We never belonged together,” Olivia replied, her voice steady despite the anger flashing in her eyes. “You made that clear every time you looked at Cassandra, every time you compared me to her, every time you made me feel like I wasn’t enough.”
Each accusation was like a knife to my heart because I knew they were true. My wolf cowered beneath my skin, ashamed of how we had treated her
“Leave me alone, Ethan,” she growled, her amber eyes flashing with the intensity of her emotions.
I was heartbroken and desperate, my normally proud demeanor completely shattered. “No,” my barely audible. “Livvy, I was really wrong. Please, please come back… Please, Livvy…” voice was
The Alpha heir in me was humbled to dust, my wolf submissively lowering its head in a desperate attempt to appease her. I had never begged anyone for anything in my life, but I was begging now.
Olivia sighed deeply, her expression softening slightly, but not with forgiveness-with pity. Her wolf, once so attuned to mine, now turned away completely, seeking the comforting presence of Connor instead. Just leave me alone” she said quietly, stepping back and attempting to close the door.
Panic surged through me at the finality of that closing door. Without thinking, I reached out to stop it, my hand getting caught painfully between the door and the frame as I refused to let this final connection between us be severed.
“Livvy, please,” I begged, ignoring the pain shooting through my trapped hand. “I’ll do anything. I’ll be better. I’ll be what you need.”
Connor’s growl was low and dangerous as he stepped forward, his wolf surging protectively. With Alpha strength, he pushed me backward, freeing my hand but sending me stumbling into the hallway.
“She said leave,” Connor stated, his voice carrying the unmistakable command of an Alpha.
Before I could respond, Olivia closed the door firmly, the sound of the lock clicking into place like a final period on our relationship.
I stood outside in the hallway, tears streaming down my face, the night becoming a cruel nightmare for the once-proud Grey heir. My heart felt like it had a gaping hole torn through it, the emotional wound far more painful than any physical injury my wolf could heal.
For several minutes, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think beyond the crushing pain in my chest. The muffled sounds of Olivia and Connor’s voices from behind the door were like salt in my wounds.
Eventually, I forced myself to walk away, each step more difficult than the last. Outside, the snow was falling heavily, coating Harbor City in a blanket of white. I didn’t bother getting into my car. Instead, I wandered aimlessly through the snowy streets, my wolf howling silently in grief.
The physical cold was nothing compared to the emptiness inside me. For the first time, I truly understood what I had done to Olivia-the pain I had caused her by making her feel second-best, by comparing her to Cassandra, by taking her love for granted.
Now it was too late. She had found someone who appreciated her, who put her first, who made her feel valued. And I was left alone with my regrets.
I walked for hours, oblivious to the snow soaking through my clothes, to the bitter wind cutting through my jacket. My wolf, once so proud and dominant, now whimpered like a wounded pup, finally understanding the true cost of my arrogance.
The streets of Harbor City blurred around me as I walked without direction or purpose. Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of my reflection in a storefront window-a broken man with red-rimmed eyes and snow-dusted hair, barely recognizable as the confident Alpha heir I had once been.
I felt that on this night, all the snow in the world had fallen on my heart, freezing the last remnants of hope I had clung to. My wolf, once so proud and dominant, now whimpered like a wounded pup, finally understanding the true cost of his arrogance and the precious mate he had lost through his own actions. hapter 78: Cold Hearts and Snow Wounds-1
(Third person’s POV)
The insistent ringing of a phone cut through the peaceful darkness of Olivia’s bedroom. She groaned, reluctantly opening her amber eyes to glance at the clock-3:17 AM.
Connor’s arm tightened around her waist as she reached for her phone. His warm body pressed against her back, a comforting presence in the pre-dawn darkness.
“Who is it?” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
Olivia squinted at the screen. “Jason Mitchell.”
Connor growled softly, his wolf displeased at the interruption. “Ethan’s friend? At this hour?”
With a sigh, Olivia answered the call, putting it on speaker. “Jason, do you have any idea what time it is?” “Olivia, thank goodness you answered.” Jason’s voice was tense, urgent. “It’s Ethan. He’s in the hospital.”
Olivia sat up, her brow furrowing. “What happened?”
“He was found collapsed in the snow not far from your apartment building. Severe hypothermia. The doctors say he could have died if he hadn’t been found when he was.”
Connor sat up beside her, his ice-blue eyes now fully alert. His expression darkened as he listened to Jason’s words.
“He’s asking for you, Olivia,” Jason continued. “He’s in bad shape. Could you come to Harbor City Memorial?” Olivia’s wolf, so content moments ago in Connor’s presence, now bristled with irritation. She’d made her choice clear to Ethan just hours ago
“If he’s dead, just take care of the body,” she retorted, her amber eyes flashing. “Let me know when the funeral is. For old times’ sake, Il send his mother a nice moonlight herb arrangement.”
Without waiting for Jason’s response, she hung up and immediately turned off her phone. The bedroom fell back into darkness, silent except for their breathing.
“Livvy,” Connor murmured, pulling her back down beside him. “Come back to bed.”
His ice-blue eyes were heavy with sleep as he wrapped his arms around her possessively. His wolf rumbled contentedly as she settled against him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, nestling into his embrace.
Their wolves, perfectly aligned and content in each other’s presence, drifted back to sleep, oblivious to the drama unfolding across the city.
In a sterile room at Harbor City Memorial Hospital, Ethan Grey lay propped against white pillows, his normally vibrant appearance dulled by exhaustion and illness. An IV dripped steadily into his arm, warming his blood that had nearly frozen in the bitter cold.
Jason Mitchell stood awkwardly by the bed, his phone on speaker between them. The hope that had briefly flickered in Ethan’s blue eyes died as Olivia’s cold words filled the room.
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The call disconnected abruptly, leaving a heavy silence in the hospital room.
Ethan’s wolf, which had perked up at the sound of Olivia’s voice, now whimpered and retreated deep within him. His fists clenched in the thin hospital blanket, knuckles turning white with strain.
“Ethan, I’m sorry,” Jason said quietly, pocketing his phone. “I shouldn’t have called her.*
Ethan’s face was pale, almost as white as the sheets around him. The machines monitoring his vital signs beeped steadily, the only sound in the oppressive silence.
“Leave me alone,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His blue eyes, usually so confident and commanding, now reflected nothing but despair.
Jason hesitated, concern evident on his face. “Are you sure? I don’t think you should be alone right now
“Just go,” Ethan insisted, turning his face away.
With reluctance, Jason nodded and moved toward the door. “I’ll be back in the morning to check on you.” Ethan didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the window where snow continued to fall silently over Harbor City. His wolf, once proud and dominant, now lay broken within him, mourning the loss of a mate it had never truly claimed.
Jason Mitchell stepped into the hospital corridor, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his tired face.
“”How is he?”
The feminine voice startled him. Cassandra Evans stood a few feet away, her green-gold eyes filled with what appeared to be genuine concern. Her blonde hair was hastily pulled back, and she wore a designer coat over what looked like pajamas.
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