80: Remove Her Uterus
Chapter 80: Remove Her Uterus
(God’s POV)
The pack omegas froze at Olivia’s command. They had served their Luna for years, but never had they seen such raw hatred burning in her grey eyes.
The look was terrifying. It was the gaze of a she–wolf who had nothing left to lose.
They swarmed Clara without hesitation. Their fists and claws found their target as Clara’s screams echoed through the empty manor halls.
“Luna, I was wrong! I was wrong!” Clara shrieked, her voice cracking with desperation. “Everything I said was a lie! I just wanted to make you angry!”
Blood streamed from her nose and split lip. Her carefully styled hair was now a tangled mess.
But Olivia stood motionless, her face carved from stone. She gave no signal to stop.
The omegas continued their assault, their loyalty to their Luna absolute.
Suddenly, the manor doors burst open. Leo rushed in, his small frame trembling with fury.
“Stop it!” he screamed, pushing the omegas away from Clara’s crumpled form. “How dare you hit someone!”
His young eyes blazed as he glared at his mother. The look cut through Olivia deeper than any physical wound.
“Mom! Why do you keep bullying Aunt Clara?” Leo’s voice shook with righteous anger. “You’re as hateful as the Demon!”
Each word was a dagger to Olivia’s heart. Her own pup, defending the she–wolf who had destroyed their family.
“If you bully her again, I won’t care about you anymore!” Leo continued, his small hands protectively shielding Clara. “Even
if you throw me the biggest birthday party and buy me the biggest cake!”
Olivia’s world tilted. Her pup’s betrayal was complete.
Her heart, already shattered by Clara’s revelations, felt nothing now. Only a cold, empty void remained.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. Theodore appeared in the doorway, his amber eyes taking in the scene.
Olivia’s dim gaze shifted to him. Her voice came out as barely a whisper.
“Is what she said true?”
Theodore’s jaw tightened. He stepped forward, his hands reaching for her.
“My love, let me explain-”
“Don’t touch me!” Olivia pushed him away with surprising force. Her grey eyes were wild with desperate need for answers.
“Was our daughter, Rose, killed by me?” Tears fell with each trembling word. “Was she… born without a heartbeat?”
The memory flooded back unbidden. Rose kicking in her womb just before she fell down the stairs. The baby had been alive. She had felt her moving.
It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be.
Theodore’s composure finally cracked. His usually unreadable amber eyes now blazed with murderous rage.
But the rage wasn’t directed at Olivia. It was aimed at the whimpering Clara on the floor.
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He realized his fatal mistake. His leniency had allowed this she–wolf to wound his mate beyond repair.
“Get out!” Theodore’s Alpha command exploded through the manor like thunder. “Get out and never let me see you again!”
The windows rattled from the force of his voice. Even the omegas cowered at the raw power.
But Leo, heartbroken and defiant, helped Clara to her feet. His small hands were gentle as he wiped the blood from her
battered face.
“Aunt Clara, I’ll take you to the healer,” he said softly. “I apologize on my mother’s behalf.”
Clara leaned heavily on the young pup, playing the victim perfectly. As Leo led her toward the door, she cast one final glance at Olivia.
The look was triumphant. Cold. Victorious.
She had won. The pup chose her over his own mother.
Watching her son and mate so blatantly favor the other she–wolf, Olivia’s heart went completely numb.
She grabbed Theodore’s collar with desperate hands. Her fingers dug into the expensive fabric.
“Tell me the truth,” she demanded, her voice breaking. “Did I kill my own daughter?”
Theodore looked at her, his own eyes filled with a rare, devastating sorrow. When he spoke, his voice choked on the
words.
“My love, we still have Leo.”
The gentle words were a blade straight to her heart. They confirmed everything.
“Did I pass on my weakness to her?” Olivia cried, collapsing into his arms. “Did I kill my own pup?”
Her fists beat against his chest, grief transforming into hysterical accusation.
“I hate you! I hate you so much!”
The world spun around her. Darkness crept in from the edges of her vision.
She welcomed it.
The sharp sting of a moonlight herb injection pulled her back to a reality she no longer wanted.
Olivia lay in bed, feeling completely lifeless. The familiar ceiling of their bedroom mocked her with its normalcy.
“I want to see her,” she whispered.
Theodore, who had been sitting vigil beside her, looked relieved at her first words in hours.
“Of course, my love. We’ll go tomorrow.”
He gently fed her venison broth, each spoonful a struggle to swallow. The rich liquid tasted like ash in her mouth.
Leo stood by the door, his expression a mixture of pity and annoyance. He watched his parents with the detached interest
of a stranger.
After a moment, he turned to leave. “Can I visit Clara?” he asked a passing pack omega.
In that moment, Olivia knew her pup was truly lost to her.
The next day, a helicopter carried them to a private island. Olivia hadn’t set foot here since Rose’s death.
The small grave was perfectly maintained. White moonflowers bloomed around the headstone like fallen stars.
Olivia placed fresh moonflowers on the grave, her tears falling freely onto the soft earth.
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As she touched her own belly, she made a silent vow to the new life within.
“If you are willing to give me a second chance to be your mother, Mama will fight to keep you,” she whispered. “To protect
you.”
She would rely on the Shadow Syndicate. Matthew would have a way.
A sudden gust of wind swept across the grave, rustling the moonflowers. It felt like a response from her daughter.
For the first time in days, a faint smile touched Olivia’s lips.
She turned to Theodore, who was mesmerized by that small smile. It was the first real expression he’d seen from her.
“Don’t let anyone disturb our daughter, okay?” she said softly.
Then, with deliberate movements, she removed her Luna’s ring. The diamond caught the sunlight as she placed it among
the moonflowers.
Olivia and Theodore were over.
That night, after ensuring Olivia was settled and sleeping, Theodore drove to The Northwood Manor.
Clara was waiting for him, both terrified and thrilled. Despite her bruised face, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Alpha, I really didn’t mean to tell her the truth about your daughter,” she cooed, pressing her body against his.
Theodore remained cold, unmoved by her attempts at seduction. His amber eyes were like winter ice.
In the next moment, he threw her to the floor. Clara hit the hardwood with a sickening thud.
The manor door opened. A team of pack healers in white coats entered, their medical bags in hand.
“Alpha Redgrave!” they greeted in unison.
A terrible premonition seized Clara. She crawled to Theodore’s feet, her voice breaking with panic.
“Alpha! Please!”
But it was too late.
Theodore’s voice, devoid of any warmth and filled with his Alpha authority, sealed her fate.
“Remove her uterus,” he commanded. “For mocking my Luna for not being able to give birth to a healthy pup, she doesn’t
need to give birth either.”
