Chapter 117: The First Kiss
Chapter 117: The First Kiss
(Olivia’s POV)
When I saw Theodore approaching, a chill shot up my spine, and his appearance made my blood run cold. “That disgusting man, he’s here again,” Zoe grumbled in her mind.
Before I could say anything, Victoria and Barrett Kane began asking questions. Her gaze was intense, determined to obtain an answer.
I looked at Theodore, afraid he would say something irreversible. Something that would destroy everything Matthew and I had built.
As Victoria started to speak, Matthew swiftly wrapped a large, powerful hand around my slender waist. He pulled me into his embrace with protective urgency.
With our height difference of over twenty centimeters, he lifted me so I was on my tiptoes. He bent down, his handsome, calm face pressing close to mine.
His lips hovered just millimeters from mine. The faint scent of pine and authority mingled with my sweet fragrance. He waited for my response. His golden eyes searched mine for permission.
After a moment of hesitation, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed his lips, sealing our performance with unexpected tenderness.
The Kane family’s pack warriors had already formed a protective wall around us. They obscured the view from prying eyes.
(Third–person’s POV)
“Let her go!” Theodore’s voice cracked with rage as he watched them.
His eyes blazed with fury, fixed on the sight of the woman he loved kissing another man, completely oblivious to his presence.
His heart felt as if it were being torn apart. His vision blurred, a red haze descending until the only thing he could see clearly was their entangled bodies.
He clutched his chest as a surge of blood rose in his throat, and he coughed, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood onto the ground.
Impossible! My Luna won’t fall in love with someone else, let alone kiss another man. She’ll only kiss me!
His mind was flooded with memories of their past intimacy. He remembered the shattered look on her face when she had seen him with Clara.
He wondered if her pain then was anything like the soul–crushing agony he felt now. His head throbbed as if it would explode.
Captain Ryker quickly escorted him away before he could cause any more damage.
Seeing their son’s passionate display, Victoria excitedly pulled Barrett aside. “Come on, let’s discuss their mating ritual with everyone.”
Barrett, however, had noticed the pool of blood and Theodore’s outburst. “This Alpha Redgrave seems to know our son,” he noted, frowning. “And he clearly has some connection to his intended mate.”
Chapter 117 The First Kiss
Victoria waved it off dismissively. “I heard from Simon that this Alpha Theodore hurt his Luna’s feelings.”
“He’s gone a bit mad looking for her everywhere. He probably just mistook her for someone else.”
Barrett nodded in agreement. The two left, content with the spectacle they had witnessed.
From a distance, Cynthia watched them, her nails digging into her palms until they drew blood.
Beside her stood Matthew’s uncle, Simon Kane. His expression was unreadable as he observed the scene.
“You have no chance, Cynthia,” he said flatly. “I’ve never seen Matthew care for a she–wolf like this.”
“He must have fallen for her.”
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Cynthia refused to believe it. “No! We’ve known each other for twenty years, while they’ve only known each other for one.”
“You don’t approve of them either, or you wouldn’t have told me where he was.”
Simon’s expression remained neutral. “That was my mother’s intention.”
Cynthia pleaded desperately, “Help me, just one last time.”
“If he still chooses her after this, I will not bother them again.”
Simon gave a quiet, noncommittal “hmm” in response.
Although our lips were only lightly pressed together, when Matthew’s parents left, he let go of me. I still felt my heart racing and my breath slightly rapid.
I felt myself blush, feeling somewhat shy. I avoided his gaze, unable to meet those intense golden eyes.
After we both calmed down, I asked, “Matilda said you stayed with me all night?”
I unconsciously looked at his hand. I felt a tingling sensation where he had held me tightly against his back.
“You were sick, I should take care of you,” Matthew replied simply.
“Thank you, Matthew,” I smiled softly. We quietly walked together toward the sea.
Later, at lunch, Simon proposed they go hunting in the Kane family’s private forest. The suggestion made my stomach
turn.
I had an aversion to forests and bloody sports. “I think I’ll stay here,” I declined politely.
However, Simon emotionally pressured Matthew. He reminded him that his late grandfather had taught him to hunt.
“You should offer a kill in his memory since you would miss the death anniversary.”
Seeing his mother, Victoria, looking sad, Matthew reluctantly agreed. “I’ll make it quick,” he promised me. While he was gone, a piercing scream suddenly echoed from the forest. The sound sent chills down my spine.
A pack omega ran frantically down the hall. “It’s terrible, Alpha King has been shot with a silver–tipped arrow!”
My face went pale. The words hit me like a physical blow.
I ran on numb legs into the forest.
The scene was chaotic, with Victoria calling for a helicopter. Pack members rushed around in panic. Pushing through the crowd, I saw a figure lying on the ground. Their white shirt was soaked in blood. My mind went blank. With tears welling in my eyes, I whispered, “Matthew…”
But as I got closer, I saw the injured person was Cynthia. Relief warred with shock in my chest.
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Just then, Matthew, his own clothes splattered with blood, walked toward me. “Cynthia was shot saving me,” he stated calmly.
“Are you thinking it was me? Scared you?” His eyes searched my face with concern.
I was dazed, could only shake my head. The relief was overwhelming.
Cynthia weakly called his name. She grabbed his hand with trembling fingers.
“Don’t leave me, please?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
Matthew’s gaze softened as he focused entirely on her. “I will accompany Miss Mooncrest to the infirmary.”
He announced this without looking at me again. He boarded the helicopter with the injured she–wolf.
Standing there, I suddenly felt a sharp pain. Looking down, I realized I had run out barefoot.
The scar from my previous silver wound on my foot had split open. It was bleeding again.
Beta Tristan rushed back to give me a pair of shoes. “The Alpha King said, please make sure Miss Blackwood sees a healer.”
I numbly put them on and returned to my room. The pain in my foot was nothing compared to the ache in my chest.
After a pack healer treated my wounds, I packed my belongings. There was no point in staying here anymore.
As I finished, there was a knock on the door. Thinking it was Matilda, I opened it without hesitation.
Theodore stood there. Before I could react, he seized me.
He pulled me into his arms and dragged me to the rooftop. A helicopter waited there, its rotors already spinning.
He forced me onto the aircraft. The wind whipped around us, the vast sea churning below.
He grabbed the place on my wrist where I had been burned by silver before, and it hurt.
Seeing my distress, he loosened his grip for a second. Without hesitation, I pushed him away.
I threw myself from the helicopter, plunging into the ocean. I desperately thought that I would rather choose death than be with him.
Theodore looked at me in horror as I slipped from his grasp. Our eyes met, his own turning blood–red with despair.
Without hesitation, he jumped down after me, “Livvy-”
Chapter 118: Illegal Detention
