I Don’t Want to Leave Him–1
(Third–person’s POV)
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Olivia’s heart pounded violently against her ribs. Her eyes, drenched in tears, shimmered as her gaze gently drifted across Matthew’s handsome face.
She started to walk towards him. Each step felt like crossing an ocean of doubt and fear.
Her hands trembled at her sides. The weight of everyone’s stares pressed down on her shoulders.
Matthew stood up, a hint of joy gracing his eyes as he strode to meet her. He extended his hand, and she placed her small hand in his.
Their eyes met and held. The world around them seemed to fade into nothing.
His fingers intertwined with hers. Warm and steady, anchoring her in the storm.
Online, pack members were buzzing about the ten–page list of assets, digging deeper and finding amusement in the revelation. “[So, this is what ‘leaving with nothing‘ really means.]”
Olivia’s other hand clutched her phone, the screen displaying the phrase ‘a paper full of absurdity. “Why did you list all your clothes?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “What am I supposed to do with them?”
He watched her calm down and gazed at her quietly. “It’s Beta Tristan’s old habit…”
His hidden thought was that he had wanted to write his own name on the list as well. To give her everything, including himself.
“An accountant’s habit, hard to break,” Beta Tristan said as he entered, clearing his throat nervously. “Alpha King, I was just following your orders to give you a detailed list of assets.”
The Beta’s face was flushed with embarrassment. He had never expected the document to
be leaked.
“So that’s how it is,” she murmured, her mind replaying a pack member’s comment: “[A paper full of absurdity, but what’s written is… his love for her.]”
Her heart clenched at those words. Love. Was it really love?
Matthew placed his hand on her waist, and she took a step closer to him. His turbulent heart finally found peace as he gently pulled her into an embrace.
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She melted against his chest. His scent of cedar and steel surrounded her like a protective
shield.
“Alpha King, the press conference is ready, and the press release has been prepared,” Beta Tristan reported, sighing with relief that the crisis had been averted.
His tablet showed positive trending topics. The public opinion had completely flipped in their
favor.
“Good, you’ll host it,” Matthew said, not taking his eyes off Olivia.
Beta Tristan was stunned. His mouth fell open in shock.
Matthew had terrified him today with his unpredictable decisions. First threatening to abdicate, now refusing to appear at his own press conference.
“But Alpha King, the media expects to see you-
“Handle it,” Matthew cut him off firmly.
Ignoring his Beta’s shock, Matthew took Olivia’s hand and led her into the master bedroom of the lounge. He opened the wardrobe, sifted through a row of women’s clothing, and handed her a royal blue dress.
The dress was elegant and sophisticated. Clearly chosen with care.
“Change into this.”
Olivia was taken aback. Her eyes widened in confusion.
“Aren’t I supposed to accompany you to the press conference? To clarify to the public that the mate bond severance was a misunderstanding?”
“Beta Tristan can handle that,” Matthew said, gently pushing her into the bathroom and closing the door.
From the very beginning, he had never intended for her to face public scrutiny. She was ‘Cipher,‘ and the dark web still had a bounty on her head.
Her safety was more important than anything else. More important than his reputation or his
crown.
When Olivia emerged with her long hair pinned up, her eyes trembled slightly as she looked at Matthew. He was dressed in a well–tailored, dark blue suit that made him look noble and mysterious.
The fabric hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. Every line of his body spoke of power and
elegance.
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It was the first time she had seen him in a suit; for their marking ceremony, they had worn traditional ceremonial robes. He was truly a sight to behold.
Her breath caught in her throat. He looked like a king from a fairytale.
“What’s this for?” she asked, bewildered, but he had already taken her hand.
He slipped a Dragon Stone jade bracelet onto her wrist–a rich, vivid green with a translucent blue hue that shone brilliantly even in the dim light.
The jade was warm against her skin. Ancient power hummed within the stone.
“It suits you perfectly,” Matthew said, admiring the bracelet on her hand. “My grandmother asked me to give this to my future Luna.”
His voice was soft, reverent. The bracelet was clearly a family heirloom of great importance.
Olivia caressed the jade, feeling the warmth of his palm still lingering on it. “Where are we going, dressed so formally?”
Matthew held her hand and led her out of the Stonehaven Council Hall. The car headed towards the Eastern Territory’s Grand Assembly Hall, and Olivia realized with a jolt that he was going to introduce her to the pack elders.
Her heart fluttered with anxiety in his arms. Meeting the elders meant making their relationship official.
Matthew gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his warm fingertips grazing her earlobe. Her face grew warm, and she reached up to still his hand.
“Matthew,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
Outside the window, the city lights twinkled like a colorful, dreamlike tapestry.
“I…” she began, wanting to say she didn’t want to go.
“If he blames me, you’ll have to go and explain for me,” Matthew whispered coaxingly in her
ear.
His breath sent shivers down her spine. His voice was like honey, sweet and persuasive.
“Should I tell the truth?” Olivia asked in a low voice.
He suddenly pulled her tighter against him. She turned to meet his radiant golden eyes, which were dazzling in the light.
His eyes were truly beautiful. Like molten gold in the darkness.
“Yes. Tell him you’re my Luna and you won’t leave me.”
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His voice was desperate now. Raw with need and fear.
He didn’t know what his mother, Victoria Kane, had said to her, but he feared the worst and was determined to solidify their bond with every ounce of his strength.
They were so close, their warm breaths mingling. He leaned in, his voice gentle as he pressed, “Alright? Help me.”
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