Chapter 82: Stay Away From Me, Livvy…
Chapter 82: Stay Away From Me, Livvy…
(God’s POV)
Theodore’s eyes blazed with desperate fury as he spotted one of the pack enforcers standing too close. The gas mask covering the enforcer’s face became his target.
With a savage roar, he lunged forward and tore the protective mask away. The potent scent of wolfsbane immediately
invaded the enforcer’s senses.
The now–drugged enforcer’s eyes rolled back as the chemical took hold. His rational mind vanished in seconds.
“No-” Evelyn screamed as the crazed enforcer grabbed her hands. He threw her to the ground with brutal force.
She struggled and clawed at him, her designer dress tearing. “Get off me! Help!”
The other enforcers rushed forward to subdue their colleague. Chaos erupted in the living room as they wrestled him away from Evelyn.
Theodore seized the perfect opportunity. While everyone was distracted, he slipped away toward the garage.
His Ferrari roared to life just as the enforcers realized what had happened. They gave chase, but he was already speeding down the estate’s winding driveway.
Left behind in the living room, Evelyn sat on the sofa trembling. Her clothes were torn, her hair disheveled, her dignity shattered.
Tears of humiliation streamed down her face. She had been willing to be Theodore’s mistress, to bear his pups without a title.
Yet he had treated her like an enemy for Olivia’s sake. He had thrown her to an enforcer to be defiled.
The tears quickly hardened into something darker. A desire for revenge burned in her chest like acid.
She would destroy them both. Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone.
“Athena,” she said when the television host answered. “I gave you the video, why haven’t you exposed it yet?”
The host’s voice was calm and professional. “We’re waiting for the opportune moment of Clara and Caleb’s mating ceremony.”
“I can’t wait another second,” Evelyn snarled. “If you don’t want this once–in–a–lifetime scoop, plenty of others will.”
There was a pause. Then Athena relented. “Fine, I’ll release it immediately.”
Within minutes, the explicit video of Theodore and Clara spread like wildfire across the internet.
Meanwhile, Theodore arrived back at the manor to a deceptively harmonious scene. Eleonora and Olivia were sipping tea on the sofa while Leo played nearby.
The moment Eleonora saw him, her face turned cold as winter stone. “How dare you defy my wishes?”
She stood up, her voice rising with each word. “I’ll tell Livvy the truth right now!”
“If she truly loves you, she won’t watch our bloodline end,” she continued. “I’m giving you one last chance. Go back there immediately.”
Uninterested in their conflict, Olivia tried to lead her son upstairs. But Eleonora grabbed her arm with crushing force.
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Olivia winced in pain as the former Luna’s fingers dug into her flesh.
“Mom, let go of Livvy!” Theodore yelled, his own body flushed and sweating as the wolfsbane coursed through him. Eleonora’s eyes filled with tears of heartbreak. “You only have eyes for her! You’ve forgotten all my sacrifices!” “She just had surgery, she can’t take the stress!” Theodore gasped. His priority was solely on protecting his mate. Seeing her son in such a state, yet still so stubbornly devoted, reminded Eleonora of her own mate. “You’re just like that
bastard!”
She pounded on his chest with her fists. “He threw everything away for that woman, and now you’re willing to die for this
one!”
That was the final straw. Theodore’s eyes turned glacial, all warmth vanishing.
He seized his mother’s hands with iron grip. “Guards,” he commanded, his voice like ice.
“Take the former Luna back to the Ancestral Hall. She is unwell and needs to rest.”
His next words cut through the air like a blade. “No visitors are allowed. Fire all the enforcers at the old house.”
Eleonora stared in disbelief. She realized her son must have counteracted the wolfsbane on his way home.
His mind was terrifyingly clear despite his physical condition. “You’re going to imprison me for her?”
Her voice trembled with disappointment and betrayal. This wasn’t the son she had raised.
Olivia, trying to de–escalate, spoke up softly. “Theo, Elder Eleonora won’t hurt me.”
The formal address struck the former Luna like a physical blow. When had Livvy stopped calling her “Mom“?
She traced the change back to the day they had visited her best friend Lyra’s grave. A deep sense of foreboding filled her.
The pack enforcers moved forward to escort her away. She left wondering what else had happened that day.
(Olivia’s POV)
Upstairs in the Alpha’s chambers, the moment the door closed, Theodore’s remaining strength gave out. He collapsed into me, his heavy body knocking us both to the floor.
He curled up, trembling uncontrollably like a wounded animal. His breathing was ragged and labored.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked calmly, though concern crept into my voice.
“Don’t… don’t come over…” he mumbled, his consciousness fading. “My love, don’t come over…”
I tried to push him off my dress, but the moment my hand touched his waist, I felt his scorching body temperature. It was like touching molten metal.
With a surge of immense strength, he grabbed my hand. He pulled me into a crushing embrace that knocked the breath from my lungs.
Theodore’s scorching body pressed against mine. His hot hands roamed over me with desperate hunger.
The sound of my collar being torn open exploded by my ear. Fabric ripped and scattered.
I finally realized what was happening and began to struggle violently. “Snap out of it, let me go.”
He would never force me under normal circumstances. If I was unwilling, he would stop immediately. But this time, he held me tighter and tighter. As if trying to knead me into his own flesh. His entire body was boiling with fever. His eyes were shut tight, his consciousness already blurry.
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His chapped, burning lips pressed against my cool collarbone. He kissed their way down as he said in agony, “Stay away from me, Livvy…”
