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“Ethan… Ethan… ah…” I breathed beneath him, my voice a feigned imitation of passion.
Just as Ethan was lost in the haze of desire, his wolf Noah clawing for release, he raised his hand and slapped me sharply across the face.
He couldn’t bear my speaking; my voice, so unlike Olivia’s melodic tones, shattered the fragile illusion he was desperately trying to maintain.
I suppressed a whimper, tears welling in my green-gold eyes, feeling the sting of humiliation but willing to endure anything as long as I could remain tethered to Ethan, hoping to rekindle the embers of our past.
(Olivia’s POV)
Meanwhile, at Whisperbrook Gardens, I received a call from Jade Mitchell. Jade’s voice was bright with excitement as she told me that Leah Pierce was scheduled to be discharged from Harbor City Memorial Hospital the next day.
She asked if I wanted to join her in picking Leah up.
However, I declined, explaining that I couldn’t leave my residence due to some pressing pack matters, not wanting to reveal the full extent of the danger Frederick Warner posed.
“I understand, Olivia,” Jade said respectfully. “Should I convey your well wishes to Leah? Do you bring a gift from you?” need me to
I approved, promising to transfer the money for a suitable present later, my wolf Cora purring with affection for the young omega..
Later that evening, while reviewing case files, I received a call from my father, Richard Winters, Alpha of the Winters Pack. He invited me to Grace Winters’ eighth birthday party at the Winters Family Estate that weekend, his voice softer than usual, hoping I could make time to attend.
Richard explained that Grace’s mental state had been fragile since her k********g by Vanessa Reed, and her pack therapist advised that she needed the love and attention of her family, especially her older sister, to aid her recovery.
However, I hesitated. Although my wolf Cora yearned to celebrate my little sister’s birthday and offer comfort, I couldn’t risk going out, fearing what Frederick Warner, the exiled and vengeful Alpha, might do if I left the protection of Connor Rivers’ territory.
Richard pleaded with me, his voice strained, mentioning Grace’s desperate need for her sister’s presence to help her heal from the trauma.
“I……” I hesitated.
Grace’s psychological wounds from the k********g by Vanessa Reed hadn’t fully healed; I knew my presence would significantly help my little sister’s recovery. My wolf Cora whined in distress at the thought of my packling suffering.
But thinking of that dangerously unstable Alpha, Frederick Warner, and his relentless pursuit, I steeled myself and cruelly refused.
“I’m sorry, Dad, I really can’t get away on Saturday.”
A sigh, heavy with disappointment, came from the other end. “Hey, okay.”
Richard hung up the phone. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment in Whisperbrook Gardens, my reflection showing a solitary, melancholic figure, the city lights blurring through unshed tears. On Saturday morning, the insistent ringing of the telephone shattered my restless sleep. It was Agnes Turner, the Winters Pack’s long-serving beta housekeeper, her voice frantic with alarming news.
“It’s not good, Liv, something terrible has happened to your father, Alpha Richard!”
My heart leaped into my throat, my wolf Cora instantly alert with dread.
“Aggie, what happened?”
“Alpha Richard… at little Gracie’s birthday party… he suddenly lost his footing and fell down the stairs. He’s the healers are with him!” being treated at Moonlight Memorial Hospital no
I scrambled out of bed, my mind a vortex of turmoil, my wolf urging me to rush to my Alpha’s side.
At Moonlight Memorial Hospital, in the corridor outside the emergency treatment rooms, I found Natalie Winters, my stepmother, in tears. Natalie related how Richard Winters had stepped into the stairwell, likely to shift and relieve some stress or take a private call, and was later found unconscious and bleeding at the foot of the stairs, his wolf form battered.
I, filled with a cold, consuming anxiety, questioned the circumstances, my lawyer’s mind and my wolf’s instincts screaming that something was profoundly amiss.
Natalie’s tearful words confirmed my darkest suspicion. It was Frederick Warner. It had to be Frederick
Warner!
That maniacal Alpha, unable to directly strike at the Rivers Pack and unable to lure me out, was now targeting those closest to me, his purpose to forcibly draw me into the open.
I was so consumed by rage that my lips trembled uncontrollably, the fury in my heart blazing to its peak. Why, why did Frederick Warner relentlessly hurt my family, my pack?
First Grace, now my father, my Alpha. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails, which could extend into claws, sank deeply into my flesh, drawing blood.
At this moment, my rationality, the calm demeanor of a lawyer who studied and upheld pack law, was incinerated by pure, unadulterated rage. As a werewolf, as a daughter, as a future Luna, I now wanted only one thing: to hunt down and kill Frederick Warner.
*Frederick Warner. I have marked your scent,* my wolf Cora snarled silently within me.
(Richard Winters’ POV)
The sterile scent of wolfsbane-free disinfectant filled my nostrils as I lay in the hospital bed, my body aching from the “fall” down the stairs. The pain was manageable, but the humiliation burned deeper than any physical wound.
Two imposing Rivers pack enforcers stood guard outside my private room like silent sentinels. Their presence was both reassuring and insulting-I needed protection in my own territory.
The door opened, and Natalie entered carrying a thermal container. Her amber eyes widened when she saw the guards.
“Who are you?” she questioned, her Luna instincts immediately alert.
Olivia appeared in the doorway behind her. “Luna Natalie, my father’s fall… I don’t think it was an accident. These two enforcers were sent by Alpha Connor to protect him.”
Natalie’s brow furrowed, her wolf sensing the gravity of the situation. “Liv, what do you mean?”
Olivia led her inside, closing the door behind them. For the next ten minutes, my daughter explained the escalating threat from Frederick Warner, William Rivers’ illegitimate son who had returned seeking vengeance.
Natalie’s face grew pale as the implications sank in. “So now it’s William’s illegitimate son, Frederick, who harmed your father to force you to appear?”
Olivia nodded solemnly. “He’s targeting my family to draw me out.”
Natalie’s maternal instincts flared as she looked between us. “Liv, this is incredibly dangerous for you.”
“You need to be cautious too,” Olivia urged. “Always have pack guards when going out. And Grace should stay home from school for now. The rogues who kidnapped her before were Frederick’s operatives.”
The mention of my youngest daughter made my wolf snarl with protective rage. That innocent pup had already suffered enough trauma.
Natalie decided immediately. “I’ll hire a private tutor for Grace.”
“Thoroughly vet their background,” Olivia warned. “Frederick might send an imposter to infiltrate our home and take you and Grace hostage.”
“I’ll rehire the tutor we used before,” Natalie agreed. “Someone we trust completely.”
Olivia’s expression softened slightly. “Thank you. How is Grace handling everything?”
“I haven’t told her about your father’s accident,” Natalie explained. “Only that he had to leave on urgent pack business.”
“I’ll ask Connor to select highly skilled Rivers pack enforcers to protect you and Grace,” Olivia promised. Natalie accepted gratefully, though I could see the strain in her eyes.
(Olivia Winters’ POV)
In the afternoon, Connor finally arrived after concluding his pressing pack duties, Natalie sat by Dad’s bedside, gently helping him sip healing broth.
I had my laptop and case files spread on the small round table, working on pack legal matters while keeping my father company.
Connor pushed the door open, and Frank Langley placed several large bags of expensive healing herbs, nutrient-rich foods, and fruit baskets on the floor.
“I apologize for not coming immediately after the incident,” Connor said. “I was investigating the assailant.
I looked up from my computer, my amber eyes sharp. “Have you found the one responsible?”
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