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I smiled provocatively at Cassandra.
“Sure, where do you want to go? You decide.”
Her eyes sparkled with delight. “Really? I want to visit the Silver Lake Territory. This time of year, the moonlight on the water is stunning.”
A flicker of memory crossed my mind – Olivia once mentioning her desire to visit Silver Lake during the Full Moon Festival. I had dismissed it back then as overcrowded and pointless.
Now, when Cassandra brought it up, I almost instinctively wanted to refuse but changed my mind abruptly a subtle act of rebellion against the ghost of Olivia’s wishes.
“Alright, let’s go to Silver Lake,” I agreed.
Yet despite the new travel plans, the restless frustration inside me persisted. After sitting with
Cassandra watching TV for a while, I excused myself brusquely.
“You just recovered from your injuries, rest well at home. I need to go out.”
Cassandra, perceptive and eager not to push me, merely smiled sweetly. “Okay, I’ll wait here for you.”
Once outside, I called Jason Mitchell. “Jason, come out for drinks. Bring Lucas and the others.”
Soon I arrived at our usual upscale club in Harbor City, pushing open the private room’s door where my friends had gathered. Lucas greeted me first, his expression curious.
“Ethan, you came alone? Cassandra didn’t come with you?”
I shot him a questioning look. “Why should she?”
Lucas, caught off guard, stammered incoherently. Before he could recover, I dropped a bombshell.
“My girlfriend is Olivia. Why aren’t you asking about her?”
Lucas was dumbstruck, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“What? Ever since Cassandra returned, haven’t you always brought her along? And didn’t you say Olivia is boring, no fun at all?”
My face tightened with an unexplainable complexity. I found no words to refute this cruel truth.
Jason, sensing the tension, hurriedly diverted the topic. “Ethan, you haven’t been around these days. Busy with what?”
I flopped onto the sofa, lighting a cigarette. “Cassandra was hurt and hospitalized. I was with her.”
Jason’s expression twisted awkwardly. “But… you just said Olivia is your girlfriend, yet you’ve been spending all your time at the hospital with Cassandra. Didn’t Olivia get upset?”
My face darkened at his words. Upset? It was far worse. She’s breaking up with me! The thought stabbed me with a mix of indignation and denial.
“She’s making a fuss, threatening to break up,” I spat through gritted teeth.
Lucas scoffed, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “Would she really break up with you?
You’re probably the best man she could ever hope to be with. I bet she’ll come back within ten days.”
Another friend chimed in, raising his glass. “She loves you so much, three years now, we all see it. She can’t live without you. I’ll bet eight days.”
A third echoed from across the table, “She’s just sulking, waiting for you to call her. I give it half a month, tops, before she begs to get back together.”
Hearing their confident predictions, my furrowed brow finally relaxed into a smug, contemptuous sneer.
“Call her? Impossible.”
Just then, Jason’s quiet voice pierced the air with unexpected weight.
“But… what if she doesn’t come back? What if she’s found someone else?”
That question stunned me into speechlessness. I had never truly considered that possibility.
(Ethan’s POV)
The world tilted and swayed as I stumbled through the front door of Moonlight Manor. My driver had practically carried me from the car, his face pinched with concern that I barely registered through my drunken haze.
“Alpha Ethan, do you need help getting to your room?” he asked, steadying me as I lurched against the doorframe.
I waved him off with a dismissive gesture. “I’m fine,” I slurred, though the floor seemed to be moving beneath my feet.
The house was silent and dark as I made my way up the stairs, gripping the banister to keep from falling. Each step was a monumental effort, my body heavy with alcohol and something else-something that felt suspiciously like emptiness.
When I finally reached my bedroom, I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I simply collapsed onto the bed, still fully dressed, and surrendered to unconsciousness. The last thought that flickered through my mind before darkness claimed me was how quiet the house felt without her
A searing pain tore through my stomach, jolting me awake. I gasped, curling into myself as the familiar agony of my chronic condition gripped me. Disoriented and half-conscious, I reached out blindly to the other side of the bed.
“Liv, my stomach hurts. Bring me my healing herbs,” I called out, my voice rough with sleep and pain.
Silence answered me.
“Liv, Liv-” I called again, more urgently this time.
The emptiness of the room crashed down on me like a physical weight. Olivia was gone. She had moved out. The realization hit me with unexpected force, leaving me breathless in a way that had nothing to do with my physical pain.
I clutched my stomach, gritting my teeth against another wave of agony. For three years, Olivia had been there every time this happened, appearing at my bedside with her special healing herbs, her gentle hands supporting my head as she helped me take the medicine.
Now there was no one.
Staggering to my feet, I lurched toward the bathroom, frantically searching the medicine cabinet. Nothing. I moved to the kitchen, throwing open cupboards with growing desperation.
Where were the damn herbs?
In my frustration, I knocked over a glass, sending it shattering across the floor. The sound echoed through the empty manor, emphasizing my solitude.
With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed Martha Jenkins. The clock on my screen read 4:07 AM.
“Alpha Ethan?” Martha’s voice was thick with sleep. “Is everything alright?”
“Where are Olivia’s healing herbs?” I demanded, not bothering with pleasantries.
There was a brief pause. I could almost see Martha sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes, silently cursing my midnight demands but too loyal to voice her irritation.
“The healing herbs are in Miss Winters’ room, in the first drawer of the cabinet, Alpha Ethan,” she finally replied, her tone professionally polite despite the hour. hung up without thanking her and made my way to Olivia’s room, leaning heavily against the wall for support. The door creaked open, revealing the emptiness within. The room that had once been filled with her scent, her belongings, her presence, now stood bare and lifeless.
Supporting myself against the furniture, I staggered to the cabinet and yanked open the drawer. Inside was a small wooden box filled with neatly labeled bottles of herbs. I stared at them in confusion.
Until now, I had never needed to know which herbs to take or how much. Olivia had always handled that, measuring precise amounts, mixing them with warm water, watching me carefully as I drank.
Pain twisted through my gut again, forcing me to make a hasty decision. I grabbed two bottles that looked vaguely familiar, shook out a couple of pills from each, and swallowed them dry.
“My body’s healing should handle it anyway,” I muttered bitterly, slumping against the cabinet.
Eventually, the medication began to take effect. The sharp pain dulled to a manageable ache, and I dragged myself back to my bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. Sleep claimed me again, but it was restless and unsatisfying, haunted by the void Olivia had left behind.
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