Chapter 141: What Truth
Chapter 141: What Truth
(God’s POV)
The Rolls–Royce sped through the night, its headlights cutting through the darkness. As they passed a black sedan heading in the opposite direction, Beta Tristan’s voice crackled through the pack’s encrypted communication system from
the back seat of the other vehicle.
“It was a sudden development,” he explained to Olivia, his tone carefully controlled. “We’re on Level 2 alert.”
Hearing this, Olivia felt her stomach tighten. Level 2 alert meant serious trouble. She couldn’t help but worry about their territory, about the safety of everyone under Matthew’s protection.
Tristan’s voice came through the link again, reassuring but strained. “It’s not the Pacific territories, it’s another direction.
Luna, you don’t have to worry.”
Despite his words, Olivia noticed the rare weariness in Matthew’s eyes. The burden of leading the Shadow Syndicate and
establishing his kingdom had carved deep lines around his features. Years of constant vigilance and responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Wanting to comfort him, she reached out and took his hand. His fingers were cold, tense with the stress of whatever
crisis awaited them.
Instead of accepting her comfort, Matthew turned to reassure her. “I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t worry.”
His gaze was deep and unreadable as he held her hand in his. The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the ice in
his voice when he spoke of business.
Meanwhile, Theodore and Seraphina Kane arrived at the Kane family residence. Healer Elias was already waiting by the
entrance, his medical bag clutched tightly in his hands.
A pack omega servant approached them nervously. “The Alpha King and Luna have gone out for the evening.”
“Where could they go so late at night?” Seraphina muttered, trying to console Theodore’s increasingly grim expression.
A memory flashed in Theodore’s mind. The distinctive, all–black, armored vehicle that had just passed them on the road. He recognized the reinforced plating, the tinted windows, the subtle pack markings.
It was Matthew’s car.
Without a word, he pulled Healer Elias into his Rolls–Royce. Seraphina scrambled into the back seat, stunned by his sudden urgency.
Theodore floored the accelerator, chasing the memory to a heavily guarded establishment. The Sovereign’s Club loomed before them, its imposing facade lit by elegant lanterns.
Seraphina recognized her brother’s vehicle parked inside the compound. But the stern Sentinel Guards at the gate stepped forward, blocking their path.
“This isn’t a place just anyone can enter,” one warned, his hand resting on his weapon. “Leave now, or we’ll have the pack enforcers escort you away.”
Seraphina’s face fell. She was about to suggest they give up when another car pulled up behind them.
Cynthia and Declan Shaw emerged from the vehicle. Seraphina recognized Declan immediately and called out to him.
“Alpha Shaw!” Her voice was desperate. “Could you help us get inside?”
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Cynthia approached Theodore, her movements calculated. She whispered something in his ear, her lips barely moving.
Declan smiled, a cold expression that didn’t reach his eyes. “Let them in,” he instructed the hesitant guard.
The guard looked uncertain. “Sir, the protocols-”
“If there’s a problem, I’ll take responsibility,” Declan cut him off.
The interior of the Sovereign’s Club was a world away from the tense security outside. Elegant chatter filled the air as European pack nobility mingled in their finest attire.
Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over the gathering. The scent of expensive wine and rich food permeated the space.
Upon entering, Theodore’s eyes immediately found Olivia. She stood amidst a group of gossiping she–wolves from various allied packs, her discomfort visible in every line of her body.
Her shoulders were tense, her smile forced. She nodded politely at whatever the other women were saying, but her eyes.
held a trapped look.
Theodore wanted to go to her immediately. But Declan’s firm hand on his shoulder guided him toward the Alphas‘ circle.
“Come, there are important people you should meet,” Declan said smoothly.
Seraphina, meanwhile, made her way to the she–wolves‘ side. She approached Olivia with careful steps.
“Alpha Theodore is here too, Liv,” she whispered urgently. “He’s very worried about you and hopes you’ll let Healer Elias check on you.”
(Olivia’s POV)
I looked across the room, my gaze meeting Theodore’s intense stare. He was being introduced to an elderly Alpha I’d only
seen in pack political broadcasts.
The man had silver hair and calculating eyes. Matthew had referred to him simply as “mentor” in previous conversations,
his voice always carrying a note of caution.
Theodore’s eyes never left me, even as he shook hands with the powerful Alpha. The weight of his stare made me feel suffocated, trapped.
I turned back to Seraphina, my voice flat and final. “I don’t need it.”
“But Liv-”
“Can he possibly know my body better than I do?” I cut her off. “If I’m not feeling well, I will certainly see a healer, right?”
The conversation around us continued, but I felt overwhelmed by the noise, the scrutiny, Theodore’s presence. Everything
felt too much, too close.
“I need some air,” I excused myself, pushing through the crowd toward the powder room.
Inside the spacious powder room, I finally found a moment of peace. I sat on the velvet sofa, staring blankly out the window at the city lights below.
The silence was a relief after the constant chatter outside. I closed my eyes, trying to center myself.
“I really don’t know how you can be so thick–skinned.”
The scornful voice shattered my moment of calm. I opened my eyes to see Cynthia Mooncrest standing in the doorway, her demeanor aggressive.
She stepped into the room, effectively cornering me. “You followed him to a place like this before you’re even properly
mated?”
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I remained composed, though my last shred of pity for Cynthia had vanished completely. Learning she was behind the online slander and attempted assault had killed any sympathy I might have felt.
I stood to leave, but Cynthia grabbed my wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong, her nails digging into my skin.
“My words aren’t finished, where do you think you’re going!” Her voice rose dangerously. “I’m warning you, before I tell auntie Victoria the truth, get out of the Kane family and leave Matthew.”
Just then, Seraphina pushed through, her eyes wide with surprise.
“What truth?” she asked, looking between Cynthia and me with confusion.
