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“I’ve arranged a new place for you,” he’d told me the previous evening, his ice-blue eyes warm with concern. “A villa in the quieter part of Riverdale, close enough to your work but with better security. Rivers pack guards will patrol the area regularly.
The relief I’d felt was immediate and overwhelming. “Thank you,” I’d whispered, leaning into his strong
The journey was long and agonizing. Every bump in the road sent fresh waves of pain through my silver-burned wrists. The scent of my own fear and the lingering smell of werewolf blood – Trevor’s blood- filled the confined space beneath the canvas bag, making it difficult to breathe.
Hours passed, or perhaps days I lost all sense of time in my dark, painful prison. Finally, the vehicle stopped, and rough hands hauled me out, dumping me unceremoniously onto a cold, metal floor. The impact sent jolts of pain through my already battered body.
Heavy footsteps approached, followed by the sound of a zipper. The bag was yanked from my head, the sudden light blinding me momentarily, I blinked rapidly, my disheveled light brown hair falling across my face as I tried to orient myself.
“Alpha Connor told me to let you breathe,” the blond-haired beta said with a sneer, crouching down to my level. “He’s afraid you’ll suffocate, and he’ll have to explain things to the Pack Council”
His eyes raked over me with undisguised interest, a predatory gleam that made my skin crawl despite the gag preventing me from speaking. ra
“You’re quite pretty, for a treacherous she-wolf,” he continued, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. I flinched away, earning a dark chuckle. “It’s a shame I can’t touch you yet. Otherwise, I’d really…”
He left the sentence unfinished, but his implication was crystal clear, I trembled, consumed by a primal fear that resonated deep within my wolf.
After he left, locking the heavy metal door behind him, I finally had a chance to assess my surroundings. The confined space was bare except for a small, grimy porthole that revealed nothing but darkness and the occasional splash of water.
With growing horror, I realized from the rocking motion and the sound of waves against a hull that I was on a ship. Seasickness, amplified by my heightened werewolf senses, hit me almost immediately.
I barely managed to turn my head before vomiting, the gag making the experience even more horrific as I choked and gasped. Again and again, my stomach heaved until there was nothing left but bile, the stench of my own sickness filling the small, dark space.
There was no escape from the misery, the filth, and the gnawing fear of what awaited me at our destination Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat and grime.
“Con,” I sobbed, my cries muffled by the gag and lost in the roar of the ocean and the creaking of the ship. “Do you really hate me this much? You caught me and threw me on a ship like this, surrounded by hostile wolves. Don’t you have any old feelings for me at all, your foster sister?”
I huddled in a corner, as far from my own sickness as possible, overwhelmed by despair and the chilling realization of just how complete Connor’s rejection had become.
As night fell, bringing with it a bone-deep chill that penetrated even my werewolf resilience, the door to my makeshift cell opened briefly. Something soft but heavy was tossed inside, landing with a muffled thud on the metal floor.
‘Cover yourself. Don’t freeze to death and deprive Alpha Connor of his justice!” a gruff beta voice barked
Before Trevor could answer, the front windshield exploded inward in a shower of glass. Rival werewolves, their eyes glowing with predatory intent, swarmed our car from all sides
“Nesso, I’ll hold them off Run! Trevor shouted, throwing himself into the fray with a ferocious roar, his beta wolf form partially shifting as he engaged the attackers.
More gunshots rang out, accompanied by the sickening thud of claws meeting flesh. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, I kicked off my designer high heels and bolted from the car, my heart pounding in my chest.
My wolf, normally so eager to emerge in moments of danger, remained cowering within me, too terrified to manifest. I ran blindly, my bare feet bleeding on the rough asphalt, driven purely by survival instinct.
It wasn’t enough. Connor’s mercenaries – seasoned and ruthless beta and omega enforcers – quickly overpowered Trevor, leaving him bleeding and unconscious on the ground, silver wounds already festering across his massive frame.
A blond-haired beta with eyes like ice caught me before I’d made it twenty yards, dragging me back toward their leader, a grim-faced alpha whose very presence made my wolf whimper in submission.
“Let me go!” I screamed, clawing and kicking with desperate fury. “You can’t do this to me! Do you know who I am?”
My defiance earned me a brutal slap across the face that sent me sprawling to the ground, the taste of blood filling my mouth.
“Shut up, she-wolf! If you make any more noise, I’ll rip out your tongue!” the alpha leader threatened, his voice cold and menacing as he loomed over me, his wolf radiating pure dominance.
The fight drained from me instantly, primal fear replacing my rage. They bound my wrists with silver-laced cuffs that burned against my skin, gagged me with a thick leather strap that dug painfully into the corners of my y mouth, and covered my head with a rough black canvas bag before throwing me into the back of their pickup truck.
(Olivia’s POV)
The movers carried the last of my suitcases toward the door, their efficient movements a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart. Though I was eager to leave this place and its painful memories behind, something about closing this chapter of my life felt bittersweet.
“Is that everything, Ms. Winters?” the beta mover asked, his voice respectful.
I nodded, taking one final glance around the apartment that had been my home. “Yes, that’s all.”
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and my heart stopped. Ethan Grey stood there, looking like ghost of his former self. His face was pale, eyes sunken with dark circles beneath them, making him look haggard and thin. The vitality that once radiated from his wolf form seemed diminished, almost extinguished.
His melancholy blue eyes widened as he took in the scene the movers carrying my luggage, the nearly empty apartment behind me.
“Liv, are you moving?” His voice was raspy, barely recognizable.
I only nodded, remaining silent. There was nothing left to say between us.
Gathering my courage, I walked toward the elevator, intending to brush past him without further interaction.
But as I mov past, Ethan’s hand shot out, seizing my wrist in a desperate grip.
“Please don’t go,” he begged, his eyes filled with fragmented emotions. His wolf was practically whimpering through his gaze. “I promise I won’t harass you again. I just… I just want to be near you. To quietly stay by your side.”
Gone was the arrogant Alpha heir I’d known. In his place stood a broken man, clinging to the last threads of what we once had.
My gaze fell to where his fingers encircled my wrist. “Let go of me, Ethan,” I said, my voice icy.
Instead of releasing me, his grip tightened, desperation making him forget his strength. Pain shot through my arm.
–
“You’re hurting me,” I cried out, wincing. “Your werewolf strength you’re hurting me!”
As if electrocuted by silver, Ethan immediately released my wrist, horror flashing across his face.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he stammered, his eyes wide with guilt. “I just don’t want you to leave.”
I rubbed my reddened wrist, anger and pity warring within me. “I’ve made myself clear, Ethan. We can never return to the past, nor can we start anew.”
The movers shifted uncomfortably behind me, pretending not to listen.
“There’s no need for you to engage in these self-gratifying acts,” I continued flatly. “You tried to sever your life force. If you’re such an extreme person, I’m only thankful that I left you, rather than feeling that you loved me so much you couldn’t live without me.”
His face crumpled at my words, but 1 forced myself to continue. This needed to be said
“I don’t want to carry a life on my back after a relationship, I finished, stepping into the elevator with the bes movers. “Especially one that was so damaging to my own wolf.”
The doors closed on Ethan’s devastated expression, and I exhaled slowly, feeling as though rd finally out the last thread binding us together.
(Ethan’s POV)
“I don’t want to carry a life on my back after a relationship.”
Olivia’s final words echoed in my mind as I stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the closed elevator doors.
She was gone. Really gone.
But wait – she had told me not to attempt to sever my life force again. Did that mean she still cared about me? Did she care whether I lived or died, and didn’t want me to treat my life so lightly?
Hope flickered in my chest, a dangerous, desperate hope. My blue eyes turned red with emotion as my wolf stirred within me.
I knew it: Liv wouldn’t be so heartless. There was still hope for me, for my wolf to feel whole again.
(Olivia’s POV)
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