hapter 112: Olivia Belongs Only to Him
Chapter 112: Olivia Belongs Only to Him.
(Third–person’s POV)
Olivia had been trying to reach Killian all day, but her calls went straight to voicemail. The Kane family’s driver returned alone from the Athenaeum, explaining that no one had answered the door.
A knot of unease formed in her stomach. Something wasn’t right.
“I’ll go pick them up myself,” she told Matthew, who was reviewing territorial documents in his study.
He looked up from his papers, amber eyes concerned. “Would you like me to come with you?”
“No need. I’ll be quick.”
The Athenaeum stood eerily quiet as Olivia approached. The first floor was completely dark, but warm light spilled from
the second–floor windows.
She pushed open the front door, calling out, “Killian? Elara? Are you home?”
A flowerpot crashed somewhere in the back garden. Olivia smiled, assuming little Elara was playing hide–and–seek.
“Ellie, is that you? Come out, sweetheart!”
She walked toward the French doors leading to the garden, unaware that a figure watched her every movement through the glass. Theodore stood frozen in the shadows, his heart hammering against his ribs.
She looked so vibrant, so alive. Her bright smile was like spring sunshine after the longest winter.
The sight both soothed his tormented soul and twisted the knife deeper into his chest. He wanted to reach for her, to pull
her into his arms and never let go.
But the memory of her tears, her broken voice saying goodbye, held him back.
Olivia entered the living room, still calling for Elara. She walked directly toward the center of the room where Theodore
stood cloaked in darkness.
“Killian? Why are the lights off? Why didn’t you answer my call last night?”
She mistook his silhouette for Killian’s, her voice gently chiding. Theodore’s breath caught in his throat.
“I can’t stay much longer. I’m traveling with the Kane family tomorrow.”
She moved closer, and Theodore retreated deeper into the shadows.
“He’s back,” she continued, referring to Matthew. “Beta Tristan said you’ve been trying to contact him. I’m leaving with him
in a couple of days, and I wanted to spend more time with Elara.”
Each word was a dagger to his heart.
“Why don’t you both come with me?”
As she reached for the light switch, the sound of multiple car engines broke the silence outside.
“Olivia?” Matthew’s voice called from the entrance.
The room flooded with light, revealing it to be empty.
Matthew entered the manor just as Selena descended the stairs carrying two suitcases. Her face was flushed, and she
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seemed nervous.
“Oh, you’re here to pick up Professor Vance and little Elara?” Selena said hurriedly. “I’m afraid they can’t come tonight.”
Olivia frowned. “Is everything alright?”
“The Professor had a rather… strange guest arrive unexpectedly. Quite frightening, actually. And little Elara is already fast
asleep.”
Selena’s explanation felt rehearsed, but Olivia didn’t want to press. “When will they be available?”
“They promise to see you when you return from your trip.”
Though disappointed, Olivia nodded. Matthew stepped forward and took the luggage from Selena.
“Shall we?” He offered his arm to Olivia.
She hesitated for a moment, then took it. Victoria Kane and Barrett were waiting outside, and appearances mattered.
They walked out side by side, a convoy of black cars waiting with armed pack enforcers standing at attention. The show
of force was unmistakable.
Theodore’s assembled sentinels watched from the shadows but dared not approach.
From the second–floor balcony, Theodore watched them leave. His gaze was deep and unreadable as he observed Olivia’s
arm linked with Matthew’s.
A warrior approached him cautiously. “Alpha, that’s the Kane family. The Alpha King of the European territory.”
Theodore’s mind raced. The encounter three years ago, the signal at the private airport, the mysterious Alpha who had
challenged him.
It all clicked into place.
Matthew Kane. This hypocritical scoundrel had orchestrated everything and stolen his mate.
The pain of being so close to her yet missing her every time transformed into blazing fury. Blood trickled from the corner
of his mouth as their severed mate bond tore at his heart.
“I advise you not to disturb Olivia,” Killian’s mocking voice cut through his rage from somewhere in the darkness. “This is the European territory, not yours. That’s Alpha Kane! They will never allow you near their Luna!”
The image of Olivia leaving with her arm linked to Matthew’s replayed in Theodore’s mind, shattering his composure again
and again.
His blood boiled. No one could mark his mate. Olivia belonged only to him.
Two hours later, their convoy arrived at the Kane family’s ancestral estate in Port Silverwood. The Kane Estate stretched magnificently along the coastline, with the ocean in front and dense gardens behind.
To welcome Matthew home, the Kane elders had arranged a bonfire celebration on the beach. Family members who hadn’t seen him in years gathered around, surprised to learn he now had a chosen mate.
Olivia felt somewhat overwhelmed by the attention. She excused herself and walked alone along the shoreline, watching Matthew from afar as he sat among the crowd, the undisputed center of attention.
The ocean breeze carried the sound of laughter and conversation. She breathed deeply, trying to center herself.
Suddenly, a small white dog burst from the bushes, barking happily as it ran toward her. Olivia knelt down and stroked its
curly fur.
“Hello there, little one.”
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The dog reminded her of one she’d had as a child, before her mother died. The memory brought a bittersweet smile to her
face.
When she removed her hand, the dog turned and ran back toward the garden, occasionally looking back as if inviting her
to follow.
Curious, Olivia couldn’t help but trail after it.
She entered the garden, but quickly lost sight of the playful pup among the winding paths and flowering bushes.
The garden was peaceful, moonlight filtering through the leaves above. She wandered deeper, enjoying the solitude.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a branch snapping behind her.
Olivia turned around and froze.
A familiar face emerged from the shadows. Theodore approached step by step, his features filled with a sorrow she had
never seen before.
His eyes were bloodshot, his usually perfect appearance disheveled. He looked like a man who had lost everything.
He reached out and took her hand, his touch desperate and trembling.
“My mate,” he called out in anguish, his voice breaking. “I’ve finally found you.”