Chapter 131: Had a Pup with Another Alpha
(Olivia’s POV)
“It’s none of your business,” I stated flatly.
Theodore couldn’t accept the reality before him. His face contorted with disbelief and rage.
“You found another Alpha and bore his pup right after you severed our mate bond?” His voice cracked with anguish.
We had been mated for a whole decade. How could she have another Alpha’s pup so quickly?
He believed I loved him. He believed I would never betray our bond.
I looked into Theodore’s eyes. The thought of Aurora’s resemblance to him made my heart race.
But Aurora was Aurora, and Theodore was Theodore.
“You can have an illegitimate daughter with Clara during our mating,” I retorted. “So why can’t I fall in love and bear a pup with another Alpha after severing our bond?”
Each word was a sharp blade cutting into Theodore’s heart. I endured the discomfort of his touch as I spoke.
“My love, let me explain,” Theodore pleaded.
“Explain?” I sneered coldly. “Explain how you feigned devotion and conspired with everyone to deceive me?”
My voice grew sharper with each accusation.
“How you shamelessly devoured what my mother left for me? How you ruthlessly killed my pup?”
I stared at him with pure hatred.
“Go on, Theodore, explain it to me.”
He couldn’t explain. He had done every single one of those things.
He pulled me into his embrace. He whispered sweet nothings as he used to when I was angry.
“My love, I would never harm you. Everything I did was for you.”
His voice was desperate, pleading.
“Please believe me, won’t you? No Alpha will ever be better to you than I am.”
In response, I bit down hard on his shoulder.
The tighter he held me, the deeper I bit. As we struggled in a silent battle, I dug the nails of my other hand deep into my
own palm.
When Theodore felt a thick, warm liquid, he grabbed my hand. It was covered in blood.
The sight of my self–inflicted wound sent him into a panic. The blood was so hot it felt like it was scorching his heart.
“My love!” he cried, letting me go. “If you’re angry, hit me, howl at me, but don’t hurt yourself.”
He was terrified.
“I don’t want to see you,” I said, collapsing onto the infirmary bed.
My bandaged hand stained the white sheets red.
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(Theodore’s POV)
Her hair was a mess. Her face was pale.
Her eyes, filled with nothing but despair and disgust, stared at me lifelessly.
“My love, I’ll leave right now.”
I couldn’t bear to leave her, but I had to.
Stepping out of the room, I immediately took a tablet showing the surveillance feed from inside. I watched as Olivia lay on the bed, breathing shallowly, devoid of any vitality.
Healer Elias approached me.
“Alpha Theodore, your former mate’s post–traumatic stress disorder has relapsed. The trigger this time was you.”
The healer’s words shattered my last sliver of hope.
I couldn’t see her. I couldn’t risk triggering her again, or she might do something I would regret for the rest of my life.
Yet, the thought of watching her with another Alpha was unbearable.
As I paced anxiously, Captain Ryker reported, “Alpha, the helicopter is ready. We can take Luna away anytime.”
He paused, his expression grim.
“But the Alpha King’s men have arrived. A major conflict is likely, but the pack is willing to fight for you and Luna.”
Healer Elias interjected, “Luna’s condition is highly unstable. If she loses control mid–journey… the situation will be very dangerous.”
His voice grew more serious.
“I also discovered something else. She had heart surgery right after giving birth.”
My blood ran cold.
“While the surgery was successful, her heart can no longer withstand any significant stress. Another pregnancy would be
fatal.”
The words hit me like a physical blow.
“A donor heart must be on standby at all times.”
Just then, my dark eyes narrowed as I saw Matthew approaching from the end of the corridor.
Captain Ryker noticed something was wrong. “Alpha, those aren’t enforcers, they’re from the Royal Guard.”
The guards cleared a path as Beta Tristan pointed at me.
“That’s him. He illegally abducted our King’s mate.”
The Royal Guards immediately moved in.
“You are under arrest for suspicion of illegal a*******n and confinement.”
Captain Ryker tried to explain, but the guards were firm.
Matthew’s elite warriors pushed past the Crimson Pack warriors. They opened the infirmary room door.
Inside, Olivia flinched in terror as the door opened. But upon seeing Matthew’s calm face, her frantic heart instantly
settled.
The next moment, she was in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
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From the doorway, I watched the scene unfold. I saw her nestle into Matthew’s embrace, crying out all her grievances.
Just as she used to do with me when she was frightened. Seeking me out like a lifeline.
An excruciating pain seized my heart. It felt as if I was dying.
I had personally destroyed the Olivia who loved me.
(Olivia’s POV)
The door closed. After a while, I calmed down.
I tried to pull the blanket over my bleeding hand. But Matthew gently took it, his expression hardening at the sight of the
fresh wounds.
He slowly unwrapped the old bandage and put on a new one.
“What happened?” he asked.
I explained that Theodore had taken me and forced me to undergo a physical examination. I insisted it was his selfish
possessiveness, not concern.
Matthew’s hand paused on my back as he comforted me.
He could smell Theodore’s cedarwood scent on me. A sign that he had held me.
“What else did he do to you?” he asked.
I shook my head, pleading, “Let’s not talk about him, okay?”
Matthew’s hand stilled. How could he not care?
I was the she–wolf he planned to spend his life with. Yet in my eyes, he was merely a considerate ally.
“The test results? Are they with the healer outside?” he asked.
“I think so,” I replied, adding, “Matthew, Healer Elias and his mate helped me. They are good wolves.”
“Hmm,” Matthew said with a hint of indifference. “In your eyes, who isn’t a good wolf?”
I looked up, sensing he was upset. But his expression was as placid as ever.
“I want to go back,” I said, starting to get out of bed.
“Have Matilda come in and help the Queen bathe and change,” Matthew suddenly instructed.
“Be careful with the wound on your hand.”
I realized my disheveled state was unsuitable for meeting his mother. I agreed.
While I was in the bathroom, Matthew sat on the sofa. He told Beta Tristan, “Bring me the reports.”
He quietly reviewed each document. Fertility: 0. Heart function at its limit. Relapse of stress–induced post–traumatic
disorder.
As the sun began to set, I emerged in a fresh dress. My slender legs were in long socks and soft leather shoes that cushioned my injured feet.
I smiled faintly. “Thank you, Matilda.”
Matilda looked towards Matthew. “Luna, it was all prepared by the Alpha King.”
I turned to him and saw his grave expression. His brow was slightly furrowed.
I knew he was looking at my medical reports. I leaned over curiously.
