Chapter 64: Both Fall into the Water
(Olivia’s POV)
The door was blocked by a wooden cabinet, leaving only a slight c***k. Clara peered inside, saw it was pitch black, and closed the door.
Once the door was shut, the tension broke. Both Killian and I realized the awkwardness of our position.
To stay hidden, my back was pressed firmly against Killian’s chest. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the powerful rise and fall of his chest and the frantic pounding of his heart.
I recalled the portrait of me hanging in his bedroom. How he clutched our wedding photo while sleeping. The memory made me feel extremely awkward.
I only had friendship for Killian. But lately we always found ourselves in such embarrassing situations.
His muscular arms were braced against the wall on either side of me. I was trapped between his body and the cold storage shelves.
The space was so cramped that every breath I took filled my lungs with his scent. “Let’s wait a bit longer before going out,” Killian whispered. His magnetic voice and warm breath brushed against my ear, making my heart skip a beat.
I could only respond softly with a “Mm.”
My hands pressed flat against the wooden shelves, trying to create distance. But there was nowhere to go.
Suddenly, Clara’s tearful voice pierced the silence from outside the pantry. “Alpha Theodore, I love you, please don’t let me be mated to Caleb.”
My body went rigid. Theodore was out there too.
Killian’s chest pressed closer against my back as he tensed. His hands moved to my shoulders, steadying me.
I strained to hear Theodore’s response, but there was only silence. Clara’s cries grew more desperate.
“The old lady of the Thorne family… she said I have to follow the Thorne family’s rules, to bear pups for Caleb. She’s going
to force me!”
The rage inside me began to simmer. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms.
My whole body started trembling with fury. How dare she play the victim now?
Sensing my anger, Killian leaned in closer. His lips almost touched my ear as he whispered.
“Her mating to the Thorne family is a done deal. The Thornes have announced it to the whole city; they won’t let her back
out.”
His words brought a small measure of calm to me. “Livy, her retribution will come eventually.”
I forced myself to breathe slowly. In and out. In and out.
Then, Theodore’s voice, cold and detached, cut through the air. “Caleb won’t touch you.”
Clara pressed on, she revealed that the Thorne matriarch knew of their affair. She would accept Rosalie as long as Clara fulfilled her duties as a true Thorne daughter–in–law.
“Please, Alpha, have pity on me.” Clara’s tone carried seduction now.
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Chapter 64: Both Fall into the Water
I heard movement outside. Footsteps. The rustle of fabric.
A muffled grunt from Theodore followed, then a loud slap that made me flinch.
Clara’s crying erupted immediately after. Loud, dramatic sobs that echoed in the lounge.
Pouits
Theodore’s voice was harsh now. “This arranged marriage concerns the honor of both the Redgrave and Thorne families. There is no room for negotiation.”
His words were clipped, businesslike. “Focus your thoughts where they belong and stop trying to seduce me.”
But I knew Theodore. I could hear the slight breathlessness in his voice. Clara’s tactics were working.
Clara then changed her approach completely. Her voice turned pitiful, broken.
“Alpha Theodore, Rosie is your daughter. How can you bear to let her call another man ‘father‘?”
She promised to behave and never provoke me again. She offered to disappear from Stonehaven City with their daughter.
“I’ll be good, I swear. I won’t cause any more trouble for Luna Olivia.”
Theodore’s voice softened slightly. Just a fraction, but I caught it. “As long as you’re obedient and don’t anger Livy.” This conditional affection was another blow to me. Even now, he was protecting her. Making deals with his mistress. Clara’s voice then turned soft and seductive again. Like honey dripping from her lips.
“I know I was wrong, I won’t dare provoke my Luna again. Alpha Theodore, the old lady of the Thorne family is going to force me and Caleb to complete our mating bond tonight. What should I do?”
The sound of an intense kiss followed. Wet, passionate, desperate.
I dug my nails into Killian’s thigh, my body trembling with rage and heartbreak.
“Livy, you’re hurting me,” he murmured softly.
I instantly let go, my hand flying to cover my mouth. I wanted to apologize but couldn’t speak.
I listened to the sounds of their intimacy, trying to stifle my own sobs. Each kiss, each moan was like a knife twisting in my chest.
Clara made her request in a coquettish voice. “Tonight, take Caleb’s place, will you?”
Her voice was breathy now, full of desire. She spoke of her childhood dream of mating for love. A dream she had given up for him.
“I’ve loved you since I was sixteen. I gave up everything for you.”
“You just had a miscarriage, and now you’re in heat. Aren’t you afraid?” Theodore asked, his voice thick with desire.
I could hear the want in his tone. “I am afraid,” Clara said softly. “So Alpha, please be gentle with me.”
Theodore grunted with satisfaction. The sound made bile rise in my throat.
Clara’s voice turned sultry. “Alpha, you’re already hard, let me make you feel good.”
The sounds of a zipper being pulled echoed in the lounge. Then wet, sucking sounds that made my vision blur with tears.
I couldn’t bear it anymore. Not another second of this torture.
I suddenly grabbed the door handle, wanting to burst out. To confront them. To kill him.
But Killian moved faster, pulling me back against him. His arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me still.
He forced me to turn and face him in the cramped space. “Livy, there are only ten days left, and you’ll be completely free of
him.”
His ice–blue eyes were intense, desperate. “It’s not worth hurting yourself over him.”
He gently wiped away my tears with his thumbs. His fingers slid along my jawline as he tried to pull me into his arms. But I raised my hand to stop his approach.
The sounds outside continued. Theodore’s heavy breathing. Clara’s soft moans of pleasure.
My legs felt weak. I was going to collapse from the pain.
Just then, a loud crash came from outside the lounge. “Help! Someone fell into the fountain!”
Theodore’s voice cut through the chaos. “Leo! Where’s Leo?”
I heard his footsteps running. Clara calling after him.
I forgot everything and violently pulled open the pantry door, rushing out. My heart was pounding with terror.
Killian followed closely behind, even overtaking me in the rush. His longer legs carried him faster.
I met Clara’s eyes as I burst from the pantry. Her lips were swollen, her dress disheveled. But I couldn’t spare a thought for
that now.
The scene outside was pure chaos. Theodore held the unconscious Leo in his arms, water dripping from both of them.
My son’s face was pale, his lips blue.
Killian’s deputy, Cain, held the soaking wet and crying Elara. The little girl was shivering violently.
I rushed to my son’s side, seeing him lying motionless in Theodore’s arms. His limbs were limp, lifeless.
“Leo! Leo, wake up!” I cried, my hands reaching for him.
“Quick, take him to the Pack infirmary!” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.
As the pack warriors scrambled to make arrangements, pushing through the crowd of onlookers, a voice rang out from
the gathered guests.
“It was that pup who pushed Young Master Redgrave down!”
