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“Richard, please,” my mother pleaded, placing a restraining hand on his arm.
“No, Margaret! He needs to hear this!” My father’s Alpha voice boomed through the room, making everyone flinch. “No son of mine should be this weak! Wolves die in battle, protecting their pack, not by their own hand because of a broken heart!”
I turned my face away, unable to bear the disappointment in his eyes. My wolf, already weak and wounded, retreated further within me.
“Ethan, you finally woke up! You pup, why are you doing this to yourself? Woo woo woo…” My mother’s voice broke as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She stroked my hair her touch gentle. “This wouldn’t have happened if that Winters girl hadn’t rejected you so cruelly.”
“Mother, don’t,” I whispered. “It’s not her fault.”
But my mother wasn’t listening. “After everything you did for her, after all the love you showed her, she abandoned you for Connor Rivers. What kind of she-wolf does that?”
Cessandra made a small, pained sound from her corner, drawing my attention. Our eyes met briefly before she looked away, tears glistening in her green-gold eyes.
The sight of her tears confused me. Wasn’t this what she wanted? For Olivia to be out of the picture? “Hey,” Jason said, stepping forward with forced cheerfulness. “I have something that might cheer you up.” He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times before holding it where I could see. “Remember this? From Olivia’s birthday three years ago?”
The video started playing, and my heart clenched painfully in my chest. There she was – Olivia, her amber eyes bright with happiness, her smile radiant as she looked directly at the camera. At me.
“Noah, thank you for celebrating my birthday with me. My wolf and I are really happy today,” her voice, so full of love and joy, came through the speaker.
My past self replied, “Cora, this is the first time I’ve celebrated my birthday with my true mate. It’s very memorable.”
The camera panned to show us together, our wolves so perfectly in sync, our happiness so complete. I had my arm around her waist, and she was leaning into me, trusting and content.
Tears filled my eyes, blurring the image. “Play it again,” I whispered.
Jason obliged, and I watched it three more times, drinking in the sight of Olivia’s smile, the sound of her voice, the memory of our happiness.
How had we gone from that perfect moment to this? Me in a hospital bed with silver poisoning in my veins, and Olivia in another wolf’s arms?
My father made a disgusted sound. “I can’t watch this pathetic display anymore.” He strode toward the door, his Alpha presence filling the room with his disapproval. “When you decide to be worthy of the Grey pack again, let me know.”
He left without looking back, the door closing firmly behind him.
Cassandra hesitated for a moment, then followed him out, her shoulders shaking with what I assumed were suppressed sobs.
My mother watched them go, her expression hardening. “Forget about that she-wolf, son. Your mother will find you a better mate, an Alpha female worthy of the Grey pack.”
“That’s right,” Lucas chimed in, trying to sound optimistic. “Ethan, as the saying goes, there are plenty of wolves in the forest. Why howl for one lost mate? I can find any kind of she-wolf you like.”
I closed my eyes, too exhausted to argue. They didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. Olivia wasn’t just anv she wolf. She was mine. Or at least, she had been.
I think he needs rest, Jason said quietly. “We should go.”
Lucas nodded, patting my shoulder awkwardly. “Get better soon, man. The pack needs you
They filed out one by one, leaving only my mother behind. She settled into the chair beside my bed, her expression making it clear she had no intention of leaving.
I’m staying right here,” she said firmly, taking my uninjured hand in hers. “I’m not leaving you alone again.
The unspoken fear hung between us – that if left alone, I might try again to end my life.
I turned my face toward the window, watching as the afternoon sun began its descent toward the horizon. Somewhere out there, Olivia was living her life, perhaps with Connor Rivers at her side.
And here I remained, with nothing but silver scars and a shattered will. hapter 82: Trapped by Silver Chains-1
(Vanessa’s POV)
The forest air felt heavy against my skin as I walked briskly alongside Trevor, my wolf’s instincts screaming. danger with each step. Something wasn’t right. I could feel eyes on us, predatory and calculating, hidden among the trees and buildings of this unfamiliar town.
“Trevor, I think someone is following us,” I whispered, unable to keep the fear from my voice as my violet eyes darted nervously around the street.
The unfamiliar alpha and beta faces we passed only intensified my anxiety. Since fleeing the Northern Territory and severing ties with the Rivers pack, I’d been painfully aware of my vulnerability. My only protection now was Trevor Blake, a former Rivers pack enforcer whose loyalty stemmed from his desperate, unrequited obsession with me.
Trevor’s massive frame tensed beside me, his senses clearly on high alert as well. At six-foot-four of pure beta werewolf muscle, he cut an intimidating figure that had deterred many threats in the past.
“Nessa, don’t be afraid,” he growled softly, his voice low and reassuring as his hand moved instinctively toward the weapon concealed beneath his jacket. “No matter what happens, I will protect you with my life.” Despite his words, the knot of fear in my stomach only tightened. Trevor’s loyalty, however fierce, might not be enough against what I truly feared – Connor’s retribution.
“Trevor, if it’s Connor’s enforcers, you may not be able to protect me,” I said, my voice trembling slightly as I urged him toward our car. “Let’s drive faster back to the villa. We shouldn’t go out for a while; maybe the Rivers pack has already found my tracks.”
The white sedan felt like our only sanctuary, though a flimsy one at best. As Trevor started the engine, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were already too late.
Our escape was brutally short-lived. We had barely made it two miles when a black, reinforced pickup truck slammed into our side with devastating force, sending our sedan spinning across the road.
The air filled with the unmistakable roar of enraged wolf challenges, followed immediately by the deafening c***k of gunfire. Glass shattered around us as bullets tore through the windows.
“Nessa, get down!” Trevor yelled, already drawing his silver-loaded weapon, his beta wolf instincts flaring as he positioned himself between me and the attackers.
I huddled down in the passenger seat, paralyzed by primal fear as more bullets, some likely silver-tipped judging by their distinctive whistle, continued to pierce our vehicle. The acrid stench of gunpowder mixed with the metallic tang of werewolf blood – Trevor’s blood – filled the confined space.
“Trevor, are you hurt?” I cried out, my voice barely audible over the chaos.
Trevor’s face was a mask of grim determination despite the blood seeping through his shirt. “Nessa, there are too many of them, alphas and strong betas. We may not be able to escape today,” he responded, his voice strained as he fired back through the shattered window.
My face paled as terror gripped me. “Is it Connor’s enforcers? Are they going to kill me?” embrace. “I didn’t know how to tell you i couldn’t go back there.”
“You never have to explain such things to me, Livvy,” he’d responded, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Your comfort and safety are my priority.”
We arranged the details, and I felt another weight lift from my shoulders. By Saturday, I had hired a discreet moving company affiliated with the Rivers pack and enlisted Emma’s help to pack my belongings. before the door slammed shut once more.
I fumbled for the object in the dim moonlight filtering through the small, grimy porthole, recognizing it as a thick wool blanket. My momentary relief quickly turned to disgust as I felt the grime covering it and caught its scent stale werewolf odor mixed with a sickeningly sweet, chemical smell that I recognized as wolfsbane residue.
I gagged, my stomach churning with the remnants of seasickness and the offensive smells. With as much strength as I could muster, I kicked the filthy blanket away, watching it slide across the metal floor.
Overcome by cold and misery, I wept, my soft cries swallowed by the vastness of the sea. Eventually, as the temperature continued to drop and my shivering become uncontrollable, I reluctantly reached for the foul-smelling blanket.
With trembling hands, I pulled it around my shoulders.
(Olivia’s POV)
The hospital corridor felt brighter today as I made my way to Leah’s room, my steps light with anticipation. Dr. Foster had just confirmed what we’d all been hoping for the bone marrow transplant was a success. “Leah!” I called as I entered her room, unable to contain my smile. “I just spoke with Dr. Foster. The transplant took perfectly!”
Leah’s pale face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen before, making her look more like the seventeen-year-old girl she was rather than the illness-aged young woman I’d first met.
“Sister Olivia!” she exclaimed, her voice stronger than it had been in weeks. “Noah told me this morning, but ! wanted to hear it from you too.”
I sat on the edge of her bed, taking her thin hand in mine. The cream woolen hat I’d given her was pulled snugly over her head, but beneath it, I knew her body was already beginning to heal.
“The pack healers will continue monitoring you, but Dr. Foster is very optimistic,” I explained, squeezing her hand gently. “Your body is responding beautifully to the treatment.”
With Leah’s recovery assured, I could finally turn my attention to other pressing matters. The past week had been a whirlwind of court appearances and case preparation for Moonlaw Legal Services, leaving little time for personal concerns.
But one issue couldn’t be ignored any longer I no longer felt safe in my apartment at Riverdale Terrace. Not after what had happened with Ethan.
The memory of his suicide attempt still haunted me, though I’d firmly rejected Margaret Grey’s manipulative pleas to visit him. The thought of returning to an apartment so close to where Ethan had nearly frozen to death, where his scent might still linger in the hallways, made my wolf bristle with unease.
Connor, ever attentive to my needs even before I voiced them, had already found a solution.
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