Chapter 134: Awkward Confrontation
(God’s POV)
The emergency room erupted into chaos as medical staff rushed toward Theodore. His back was a mess of angry red welts where the silver–laced tea had burned through his shirt.
“Get him on the table!” the head healer barked, gesturing frantically.
Seraphina hovered nearby, her face pale with worry. “Is he going to be okay?”
The healer examined Theodore’s wounds with practiced efficiency. “The burns are severe. We’ll need moonlight herb sedatives to remove the clothing stuck to the wound.”
“No!” Olivia’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
Everyone turned to stare at her. She stood frozen, her hand still clutched in Theodore’s grip.
“He’s allergic to moonlight herbs,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “He’ll go into shock.”
Theodore’s eyes suddenly erupted with a glimmer that might be hope, making Seraphina feel uneasy. Olivia’s intimate understanding of Theodore made her heart tighten, as she did not want him to harbor expectations towards her again.
“I can take it,” Theodore gritted out, his jaw clenched against the pain. “I don’t need sedatives.”
His grip on Olivia’s hand tightened. When she tried to pull away, the movement jostled his burnt back, making him gasp.
“Stop moving,” the healer snapped, clearly annoyed by their drama. “If you won’t take sedatives, then hold still.”
The healer began the gruesome procedure without any pain relief. As he peeled away the fabric stuck to Theodore’s skin, Theodore’s eyes never left Olivia’s face.
“For my love, this pain is nothing,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “You’re feeling sad for me, aren’t you?”
Olivia’s palms were slick with sweat. She was forced to watch as the healer tore away pieces of burnt cloth, each
movement drawing fresh blood.
Theodore’s breathing grew ragged, but his gaze remained fixed on her. “You still care about me.”
“I don’t,” Olivia said, but her voice shook.
The healer continued his work, muttering under his breath about dramatic Alphas. Blood seeped from the wounds as he
cleaned away the debris.
Theodore squeezed her hand tighter with each wave of pain. “You remembered about the moonlight herbs. You still know
me.”
Olivia wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come. She had spoken without thinking, her body reacting to protect him before her mind could catch up.
After what felt like hours, the healer finally finished bandaging Theodore’s back. “He needs to stay overnight for
observation.”
They moved Theodore to a private ward, his hand still locked around Olivia’s. She struggled to break free as they transferred him to the bed.
“Let go of me,” she demanded.
“Never again,” Theodore murmured, his voice weak but determined.
As Olivia pulled harder, she lost her balance and stumbled forward onto the bed. Theodore immediately wrapped his good arm around her, pulling her against his chest.
“What are you doing?”
The sharp voice cut through the air like ice. At the door stood Matthew Kane, his mother Victoria Kane, and Cynthia
Mooncrest.
Olivia scrambled out of Theodore’s embrace, her face burning with embarrassment. Her mind reeled as she tried to
process how this must look.
Cynthia stepped forward, her phone already in her hand. “On such an important day for a Luna gown fitting, Lady Victoria waited for you at the tailor for two hours.”
Her voice dripped with false concern. “And yet you’re here, dallying with your ex–mate.”
She brandished her phone, displaying a sensational headline: “Kane Family’s Future Luna Two–Timing!”
An article accompanied by a photo, capturing the exact moment when Theodore was holding and protecting Olivia at the
restaurant.
Victoria’s face was dark with fury. She had reluctantly accepted Olivia’s complicated past, but this felt like a slap in the
face.
“I trusted you,” Victoria said, her voice cold as winter. “I defended you to the council. Is this how you treat my trust?”
(Olivia’s POV)
“I’m sorry, Lady Victoria,” I said, my voice desperate. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
But Victoria was beyond listening. Her eyes blazed with disappointment and rage.
“Matthew, your marking ceremony with Miss Blackwood is canceled!” she declared. “It’s better to sever ties now than
watch my son get hurt later.”
The room fell silent. Everyone’s eyes turned to Matthew. His face was unreadable, but I could see the tension in his
shoulders.
“What are your thoughts?” he asked me, his voice eerily calm.
I felt anger surge through me like fire. Matthew knew everything. He had helped me escape Crimson Pack Territory. He
had seen what Theodore did to me.
How could he possibly believe this tabloid nonsense? How could he stand there so calmly while his mother humiliated
me?
Seeing Victoria’s adamant disapproval, I felt my resolve crumble. What was the point of fighting for someone who didn’t
trust me?
“I agree,” I said, my voice cold as ice.
Matthew let out a bitter laugh. The sound cut through me like a knife.
“How easily you cast me aside,” he said quietly.
His words stung, but I was too hurt to care. If he wanted to believe the worst of me, then let him.
(God’s POV)
Victoria immediately began making plans. “Cynthia, we’ll need to adjust the ceremony arrangements. You’ll make a much
more suitable Luna.”
Cynthia’s eyes lit up with triumph. “Of course, Lady Victoria. I’m honored.”
Theodore grabbed Olivia’s hand again, his voice a whisper. “My Love, you deserve better than this.”
The possessive endearment sent rage coursing through Olivia. Her body trembled as she fought the urge to shift.
In a flash, Matthew seized Theodore’s wrist. His grip was iron–strong, unforgiving.
“Alpha Redgrave, let go of my mate.”
Theodore sneered despite the pain. “You’re canceling the marking ceremony. She’s not your mate.”
With a sickening c***k, Matthew broke Theodore’s wrist.
Everyone stared in shock. Matthew had never been violent in public. His reputation was built on control, diplomacy, strategic thinking.
Theodore’s hand hung at an unnatural angle, but he still managed to taunt. “Kane, don’t be delusional. My Love doesn’t
want you!”
Olivia’s gaze lingered on Theodore’s dangling hand. Seeing this, Matthew felt his heart being torn apart.
She was looking at Theodore with concern, even after everything. Even after Matthew had just defended her honor.
Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Caelan Mooncrest entered, his expression grave and purposeful.
“There’s something you all need to know,” he announced.
He looked directly at Matthew. “Cynthia once lost a pup for you. A secret she kept to protect your reputation.”
