Chapter 93: Regret
Chapter 93: Regret
(Theodore’s POV)
I stared at the live stream comments flooding the screen. Each word felt like a silver blade piercing my heart.
“Alpha Theodore is a disgrace to the moon goddess!”
“How could he cheat on Luna Olivia with her own half–sister?”
“And with her best friend too? Unforgivable!”
“The Luna deserves so much better than this monster!”
My hands trembled as I read comment after comment condemning me. The pack members I had led for years now saw me as nothing but a betrayer.
Sitting on the sofa, I felt my body freeze completely. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else.
An unprecedented fear consumed me. What if I couldn’t persuade my mate? What if the signal tracking failed to find her?
“My love…” I whispered into the phone, my voice breaking.
The moment those words left my lips, the phone in my hand exploded with a deafening bang. The blast scorched my palm, and the device tumbled to the floor in smoking pieces.
Pain shot through my hand, but it was nothing compared to the agony in my chest.
The laptop tracking the signal immediately began smoking and caught fire. Sparks flew across the room as the screen
went black.
“Alpha, we’ve been counter–traced!” the technician exclaimed in shock. “They also used a magnetic pulse to destroy the
phone and computer!”
His voice was filled with disbelief. “This is something only a top–tier hacker could do!”
The live stream erupted at the sound of the explosion. Viewers were typing frantically, asking what had happened.
But I barely noticed. Seeing the exploded phone and feeling the searing pain in my hand, a soul–crushing realization hit
- me.
Olivia didn’t care about me at all. Not anymore.
My mind drifted to better times. When I used to sneeze, she would feel it through our mate bond immediately. She would
rush to bring me moonlight tea, her gentle hands checking my forehead for fever.
“Theodore, you need to eat something,” she would coo softly. “Your body needs strength to heal.”
Those memories felt like they belonged to someone else’s life now.
My heart felt as if it had exploded along with the phone. The pain was unbearable.
I grabbed the live camera with my uninjured hand. My face filled the screen, and I could see my own reflection in the lens.
I looked like a broken man. Desperate. Pathetic.
“My love, give me one more chance,” I whispered, my voice utterly humbled. “Don’t leave me.”
The words came out as barely a breath. My vision started to blur.
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A buzzing sound filled my head, growing louder and louder until it drowned out everything else.
Then my world went dark, and I collapsed.
(God’s POV)
Meanwhile, Olivia had already begun her new life at the Shadow Syndicate’s base.
Matthew stood before her in his private office, his commanding presence filling the room. But when he looked at her, his expression softened with complete trust.
“From now on, your decisions do not require my approval,” he said firmly.
Olivia felt a surge of purpose she hadn’t experienced in years. This was who she truly was not Theodore’s broken mate, but the legendary operative “Cipher.”
“I understand,” she replied, her voice steady and confident.
Matthew’s complete faith in her abilities filled her with renewed strength. She was reclaiming her identity, piece by piece.
(God’s POV)
The media swarmed outside the Crimson Infirmary as Theodore was rushed inside on a stretcher.
A news anchor stood before the cameras, her expression grave. “Breaking news from Stonehaven City. Alpha Theodore
Redgrave has been hospitalized following his dramatic live stream confession.”
She continued reading from her notes. “Medical sources report he is suffering from severe tinnitus, deafness, and a concussion from the mysterious phone explosion.”
The camera panned to show the chaos outside the infirmary. “In related news, Crimson Pack’s stock has plummeted
following the Alpha’s public admission of infidelity.”
“The board of directors, now led by the newly established Lyra Blackwood Memorial Trust, has officially dismissed
Theodore Redgrave as CEO.”
Inside the infirmary room, Theodore sat perfectly fine on his bed. The “medical emergency” had been completely
fabricated.
Leo sat beside him, his young face streaked with tears. “Daddy, when is Mommy coming home?”
Theodore gently stroked his son’s hair. “She’ll come back, Leo. Mommy loves us too much to stay away forever.”
But even as he spoke the words, doubt gnawed at his heart.
He turned to the Alpha’s Sentinels standing guard. “I want you to tail Killian Vance. He’s the key to finding Olivia.”
The sentinels nodded and left immediately.
“Also, release a notice,” Theodore commanded, his eyes glinting with calculated desperation. “Say I’m on my deathbed and begging my mate to see me one last time.”
When Eleonora Redgrave burst into the room, her face was filled with concern and anger.
“Theodore, what are you doing? This deception will only make things worse!”
He looked at his mother with cold, distant eyes. “My mate is Olivia Blackwood, and there will be no one else.”
Eleonora stepped back, shocked by his tone.
“You are my mother, so I can’t blame you for having Clara drug me,” he continued icily. “But from now on, don’t appear before my son and me.”
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Days passed, and the news of Theodore’s “impending death” spread throughout the pack territories.
But Olivia was nowhere to be found.
Theodore escalated his plan, moving to an actual intensive care unit bed. Cameras rolled as he lay there, looking frail with an oxygen mask covering his face.
“I, Theodore Redgrave, Alpha of the Crimson Pack, hereby agree to sever the mate bond with Olivia Blackwood,” he said weakly into the camera.
Tears streamed down his face as he signed the rejection papers with a shaking hand.
“I also relinquish all custody rights to our son, Leo Redgrave.”
He looked directly into the camera lens. “Olivia, my love, I will always belong to you, even if you no longer want me.”
Still, Olivia did not appear.
In desperation, Theodore arranged for Leo to be sent to Lyra’s Hope Sanctuary. Then he vanished completely.
Wild rumors spread among the pack territories about his fate. Some said he had died of heartbreak. Others claimed he
had gone rogue.
(Theodore’s POV)
Three months later, I sat by a small grave on a private island I had purchased.
The headstone read: “Rosalie Thorne – Beloved Daughter.”
My beard had grown long and unkempt. My clothes were dirty and torn. I looked like a wild man.
But I didn’t care about any of that. I was waiting.
Olivia would come back for Rosalie. She had to. She loved that little girl so much.
I had placed her mating ring on top of the tombstone. The moonstone caught the sunlight, sparkling like tears.
“She’ll come back,” I muttered to myself. “She has to come back.”
Footsteps approached behind me. I turned to see my mother walking across the sand.
“Theodore,” Eleonora said softly. “You need to come home. Leo needs you.”
I laughed bitterly. “Leo? He’s the reason this all started!”
My mother’s face paled with shock.
“He shouldn’t have been born!” I raved, clutching an old photo of Olivia to my chest. “It should have been Rosalie! Olivia
loved her so much.”
The photo was creased and worn from my constant handling. Olivia’s smile looked back at me, mocking my current state.
“She would never have left me if Rosalie were here,” I continued, my voice breaking.
I should have switched the pups at birth. I should have stayed by Olivia’s side instead of being with Clara during her delivery.
If only I had made different choices. If only I had been a better mate.
As grief overwhelmed me, I collapsed to my knees beside the grave.
Just then, a sentinel’s phone vibrated with an incoming call.
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“Alpha, the sentinel said urgently. “It’s the kidnappers.”
I shot up from the ground and snatched the phone from his hands.
“^a lana ae vou don’t hurt her, I’ll give you any amount of money!” I screamed into the device with the last of my sanity.
Chapter 94: Theodore is injured
