Chapter 130: Whose Pup Was It from Two Years Ago?
Chapter 130: Whose Pup Was It from Two Years Ago?
(Olivia’s POV)
“Seraphina called you?” Matthew asked, his voice laced with concern.
I nodded, checking my phone one more time. The message had been brief but urgent.
“Let the driver take you, and bring two pack enforcers,” he insisted, his protective instincts flaring.
I shook my head gently. “She likely wants to speak with me privately. I’ll be fine.”
Matthew’s jaw tightened, but he gave in. “Call me if anything happens.”
At The Alchemist’s Brew, I found Seraphina already seated at a corner table. The warmth and intimacy of our first meeting had completely vanished.
Her gaze was sharp, scrutinizing me as if I were an enemy.
“What’s so good about you?” she asked, her voice filled with bafflement.
I sat across from her, keeping my expression neutral. “Excuse me?”
“I can’t understand why both the steadfast Theodore and my brother Matthew are so utterly devoted to this she–wolf,” she continued, her eyes never leaving my face.
The accusation in her tone made my chest tighten. “Seraphina, what do you want to talk about?”
“Do you know? Alpha Theodore almost died looking for you,” she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and
sorrow.
My hands stilled on the coffee cup. I didn’t want to hear this.
“He was stabbed by rogue kidnappers while searching the northern territories,” she continued, her voice growing more emotional. “His head was split open by his own father with heavy machinery while protecting your mother’s memorial
garden.”
Each word felt like a blade cutting through my resolve.
“He was nearly killed in a territorial strike when he crossed into hostile lands without backup,” she choked out. “His liver,
spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all damaged because of his search for you.”
I forced myself to remain still, to not show how her words affected me.
“To him, you are more important than his own life,” she whispered.
The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken pain.
“Will you really not give him another chance?” she asked, her voice heavy with uncertainty.
I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was fighting for Theodore, yet terrified that I might actually agree.
“I am your brother’s mate, Sera,” I stated calmly, anchoring both of us in the present.
Her anxiety didn’t fade. I could see the fear that if I turned back, Theodore would take me from Matthew’s side without a second thought.
“I will not let your brother be hurt,” I added firmly.
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The assurance finally settled her fears. Relief flooded her features.
“I’m sorry, Liv, she whispered, standing up abruptly.
The apology was cryptic. Before I could question it, a tall, imposing figure pushed the door open.
It was Theodore.
I stood up in shock, my chair scraping against the floor. I tried to move toward the exit, but he blocked my path.
His hand clamped around my wrist like a steel trap.
Seraphina slipped out behind him, closing the door with a soft click.
The moment the door shut, Theodore slammed me against it. His eyes were bloodshot and crazed with a jealousy that had been festering for years.
“My love, has he marked you?” he rasped.
His hot hands pinned mine above my head while his other hand searched frantically for any trace of Matthew’s scent on my skin.
“My love, I claimed you when you were sixteen. Twenty when you became my Luna,” he continued, his voice breaking. “How can you accept another Alpha’s mark?”
His touch made my stomach churn. I trembled with revulsion, struggling against his iron grip.
“I’ll repent, I won’t hurt you again. Come back to me, please?” he begged. “If you want a daughter, we’ll have a daughter.”
When his fingers found the new mark on my neck, he went completely mad.
“Livvy, you said you were fake mating. I know you’ve been marked, but you haven’t accepted his bond, right?” he roared wildly. “You must still have feelings for me!”
His hand moved toward my throat, where the mate mark was located.
I desperately tried to break free from his control. My hand transformed into a wolf’s claw, fiercely scratching his arm.
He hissed in pain but didn’t release me.
I grabbed a decorative vase from a nearby shelf and violently smashed it toward Theodore’s head.
He staggered back, stars exploding in his vision as blood streamed from his forehead.
Freed, I collapsed to the floor, the shattered remains of the vase around me.
All my suppressed pain and rage erupted like a dam bursting.
“I was with you at sixteen, yours at twenty, we were mated for ten years, and you betrayed our bond for five of them!” I screamed, my voice breaking.
“You betrayed me with the daughter of the she–wolf who killed my mother! You kept her under my nose, slept with her in
every corner of our pack house!”
The words poured out like poison from a wound.
“And you wanted my son to call that mistress ‘Mama‘?” I laughed, a bitter, broken sound that echoed in the small space.
“Theodore, where do you get the audacity to ask for my forgiveness? You stole my mother’s inheritance!”
Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced them back. My gaze hardened with pure hatred.
“She treated you like a son, and this is how you repaid her?”
‘And you took away my pup!” I shrieked, the deepest wound torn open. “Theodore, you ordered them to take away my pup!
More than once!”
Staring into my crimson, hate–filled eyes, Theodore fell to his knees beside me, utterly panicked.
“My love, I didn’t…” he started.
“I begged you in the pack infirmary, begged you to save our daughter,” I cut him off, my voice raw with the memory. “And I heard you with my own ears, telling Healer Elias to take the pup away!”
The love I once felt was completely replaced by revulsion and regret.
“I regret ever loving you, ever accepting your mark, ever putting my pup within the reach of your claws!” I spat. “Get out! I never want to see you again!”
My hand, still gripping a shard of porcelain, was bleeding, but I didn’t feel it.
He panicked, backing away. “My love, don’t hurt yourself, I won’t come near you, okay? Don’t scare me.”
He promised to let me go, his hands raised in surrender.
I scrambled to my feet and pulled the door open. A sharp pain struck the back of my neck from a sedative dart.
My vision went black as I fell into his arms.
When I awoke, I was in a sterile white infirmary room. My hand was bandaged, and the antiseptic smell filled my nostrils.
Theodore sat beside me, clutching a medical report. The veins on the back of his hand bulged with uncontrollable rage and agony.
He gripped my shoulders, his eyes seeming to tear apart as he roared, “You gave birth to a pup two years ago? Whose pup is it?”
