Chapter 33: No One Can Make My Luna Sad
(Olivia’s POV)
This belt was the very one he had used to bind Clara’s wrists just minutes ago. I threw the belt in front of Theodore and watched his face suddenly turn pale.
“Explain this,” I said.
For the first time in our ten years together, I saw panic flash across Theodore’s eyes. His mouth opened, but no words
came out.
I turned and ran toward the exit. The property manager stood in the doorway, his face flushed with nervousness from all
the commotion upstairs.
“Which manor does the Redgrave family own here?” I asked him directly.
The property manager’s eyes darted between Theodore and me. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“Luna Olivia,” he stammered. “This… this is it.”
Theodore caught up to me at that moment, his breathing heavy.
I turned to face him. His handsome face looked exactly the same as always – perfectly composed, devastatingly attractive. But now I could see through the mask.
My limbs felt like they were about to fall apart. Tears blurred my vision as I pulled the mate ring from my finger.
“Alpha Theodore,” I said, my voice cold and resolute. “I want to sever our mate bond and reject you as my partner.”
I threw the ring at him. It bounced off his chest and clattered to the ground.
I rushed into the street, but Theodore’s long strides caught up to me. His arms wrapped around me tightly.
“My love, let me explain!” he pleaded.
I struggled violently against his grip. “Let me go, Theodore! I’ll fulfill your wish! I don’t want to see you again, let me go!”
My screams were hysterical. I thrashed in his arms like a caged animal.
Painful memories flooded my mind. My mother’s betrayal. The years of loneliness. Clara’s smug face. Theodore’s hands on her body.
I clutched my chest in agony. The mate bond strained under my emotional turmoil, sending waves of suffocating pain through my chest cavity.
I could barely breathe. Theodore’s image became increasingly blurred as darkness crept in at the edges of my vision.
Before losing consciousness, I heard his voice, desperate and broken: “My love, I would rather die than lose you.”
The last thing I felt was his arms tightening around me. “No matter what happens, I will never let you go.”
Then everything went black.
When I woke up, I was back inside the manor.
Two identical leather belts lay on the coffee table in front of me.
Caleb and Clara knelt on the floor before the sofa where I sat.
Caleb slapped himself hard across the face. “Luna, I deserve to die. I shouldn’t have used the same belt as Alpha Theodore, causing you to misunderstand and nearly triggering your collapse.”
I watched this performance with cold detachment. Evelyn stood nearby, her foot connecting with Clara’s ribs. Clara gasped but didn’t dare cry out.
“I was wrong, Clara said through gritted teeth, her eyes full of unwillingness. “I shouldn’t have bothered Caleb.”
Theodore took my hand gently and slipped the mating ring back onto my finger. His touch was warm, familiar, but it made
my skin crawl.
“My love,” he said softly. “I only discovered tonight that Clara was living in the manor. I’ve already ordered her to move out. This guy Caleb actually kept someone under my nose – I’ll teach him a lesson.”
Clara’s head snapped up at Theodore’s words. Her eyes met his for just a moment before she caught herself.
I smiled coldly. “Why are you looking at Theodore, Clara?”
Clara’s face went white. She knew she couldn’t expose their affair in front of everyone. Not when Theodore was playing
innocent.
“No, I wasn’t looking at anything, Luna,” she whispered, lowering her head again.
I turned to Evelyn. “What about you, Ivy? You are the victim, after all.”
Evelyn was the only one present who clearly knew that I already knew the truth. I had always treated her like chosen
family, been nothing but good to her. Yet she had still betrayed me.
“If you forgive her, I can help make your wish come true,” I continued, watching Evelyn’s hesitation. “After all, when I arrived at the manor that day, I saw you two getting along so harmoniously. The tea Clara brewed must have been delicious.”
(Evelyn’s POV)
All four of us changed our expressions at Olivia’s words. Terror shot through me like ice water in my veins.
Olivia must have been outside the manor that day and heard everything. I frantically searched through my memories of what I had said. Apart from mentioning that Clara and Theodore had been together for five years, there were no other major revelations.
I felt slightly relieved but still terrified. I raised my hand and whipped Clara’s back with all my strength.
“Livy,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “I won’t forgive her! I’m going to throw her into the river to feed the fish!” This is the perfect opportunity to get rid of this wretched woman, and I should thank that fool Olivia for it.
Clara screamed hysterically, turning to Theodore with desperate eyes. “No! Don’t treat me like this! I can’t swim! I’ll die!”
Even now, even facing death, she still didn’t reveal their affair in front of Theodore.
(Olivia’s POV)
I looked at Theodore carefully. His expression was emotionless, almost identical to when the pack socialites had beaten Clara earlier. But his eyes had changed.
The way he looked at Clara was with pity. He pitied her.
The expression was fleeting, gone in an instant. But I had seen it.
“Throw her into the river to feed the fish,” Theodore said, each word deliberate and cold. His tone was ruthless, calculating.
He looked at me, and his gaze became gentle as water. “No one can make my Luna sad.”
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I was stunned for a moment. Then I withdrew my hand from his.
If I didn’t know the truth, I might still be deceived by his performance.
The pack warriors quickly bound Clara’s hands and feet. They lifted her struggling form and carried her toward the door. I watched the process silently. I didn’t believe that Theodore would really throw Clara into the river for my sake. Clara had borne Theodore a daughter. She had been with him for five years. Did he really have no feelings for her at all? Clara’s mouth was gagged with cloth strips. She couldn’t say a word, could only make muffled sounds of terror. Theodore showed no reaction. He even took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders with his usual gentle
tone.
“My love, it’s windy. Let’s go back to the car and wait.”
My gaze dimmed slightly. I followed Theodore’s suggestion and walked back toward the car, waiting for him to stop all
this.
But he never spoke up.
Tears poured from Clara’s eyes as the warriors carried her away. Her face showed nothing but despair.
The pack warriors lifted Clara higher and walked toward the riverside. They raised her up over their heads.
At that moment, many scenes flashed through my mind. My mother’s death years ago wasn’t just because of Silvanus Winter’s affair.
Silvanus and Ophelia had more than just Clara as their daughter. They also had a son older than me. My mother’s mating to Silvanus had been their scheme from beginning to end.
My mother had been killed by their machinations.
It would be reasonable for Clara to pay with her life. Countless thoughts urged me to watch Clara die.
But the ones who deserved to die were never her. It was Silvanus and Ophelia.
While Clara was wrong to be a mistress and seduce my mate, affairs take two to tango. She wasn’t the only one at fault, and she shouldn’t atone with her death.
In comparison, Theodore was more detestable.
I pushed Theodore away and ran back toward the river. “Let her go!”
The pack warriors stopped for a moment, looking between Theodore and me uncertainly.
But the next second, they still threw Clara into the river.
With a splash, waves rolled as Clara sank to the bottom of the dark water.
