Chapter 148: She Didn’t Understand Him At All
Chapter 148: She Didn’t Understand Him At All
(Matthew’s POV)
The healer was instantly pulled away by my guards. The door burst open with a sharp c***k.
Inside, Olivia sat on the healing chair, her body trembling. The side door hung open, revealing trampled moonlight herbs scattered across the floor like fallen snow. Documents lay strewn everywhere, some torn and crumpled.
I walked toward her, my eyes scanning every detail. The lingering scent of cedarwood mixed with the medicinal herbs told me everything I needed to know.
“Olivia, it’s me,” I said, placing my hands gently on her shoulders to ground her.
She didn’t resist as I pulled her face into my chest. I stroked her messy hair while glancing at my guards, who immediately began investigating the scene.
The female healer had collapsed on the floor, her face pale with terror. She tried to defend herself desperately.
“Alpha King, let me explain! I was doing it for the Luna’s good,” she pleaded, her voice shaking. “Confronting the source of
her stimulation and correcting the traumatic memory could lead to a full recovery.”
The faint scent of moonlight herb incense couldn’t mask Theodore’s lingering presence. I knew this healer understood
who held more weight between me and a mere Alpha. Someone else had to be behind this.
“Who told you to do this?” I asked, my brow furrowed in displeasure.
The healer stammered, “It was Theodore… he gave me a sum of money…”
Impatient, I gave a silent order. My guards dragged the screaming healer away immediately.
“Alpha King, I was just trying to help her!” she cried as they hauled her out.
I lifted Olivia’s face, noting her tear–stained cheeks and pale, trembling hands. “What happened? Was Theodore here?”
I was frustrated that she hadn’t called for help, that she would allow herself to be alone with him.
The idea of “revisiting trauma” was nonsense to me. She didn’t need to relive her pain. She just needed to stay away from
him.
Without a word, Olivia wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. Her silent plea softened me instantly.
I lifted her into my arms, noting how light she felt. I had been too lenient, letting her go out with Killian and Elara.
As I carried her out, we were met by Killian, Gina, and Elara. They had been drawn by the commotion.
“What’s wrong?” Killian asked, his face etched with concern.
Elara reached for Olivia’s hand. “Aunt Olivia, are you okay?”
But a guarduna intercepted the pup’s hand and blocked their path. Olivia pressed against my chest.
“Don’t scare Elara,” she pleaded softly. “Nothing happened, really. Let me down, I’ll just say hello and then we’ll go.”
I ignored her, walking past them without a second glance. “Let’s go home first.”
The infirmary director and senior healers rushed to the car, apologizing profusely. They promised to banish the healer and arrange for their best trauma specialist to make home visits.
my skin.
Tell the sharp sting but simply covered her hand with mine. “Wait for my notice,” I told the director, understanding her need for privacy.
In the car, she relaxed and moved to sit on the other side. Tristan handed her a file. “These are the companies, properties, and a bank card under Lady Lyra’s name.”
Olivia clutched the documents like they were a lifeline. A tangible piece of her mother.
I sensed her confusion at my unusually harsh mood, though she couldn’t pinpoint the reason.
Back at the Kane Estate, Killian and Elara arrived shortly after. They couldn’t shake their concern.
I settled in a small adjoining parlor, separated by a screen. I pretended to read pack reports while listening to their conversation.
“Olivia, what happened? Were those documents from Theodore?” Killian asked, his voice filled with worry.
Olivia shook her head, her expression souring at the mention of Theodore’s name.
Killian sighed in relief but then noted, “It’s just your former mate bringing over some things. Why is the King so angry?”
He looked at her seriously. “In my memory, Matthew rarely gets angry. But whenever he gets angry, someone has to pay the price. He didn’t make things difficult for you, did he?”
His words struck Olivia. She hadn’t realized I was angry. She just thought I was being difficult and cold, unlike my usual reserved but protective self.
Behind the screen, Tristan reported to me. “Alpha King, there was no surveillance in the therapy room. The external cameras caught Theodore inside for ten minutes.”
He continued, “He was taken away by Seraphina and his guards, and he didn’t look well. The healer confessed. It was Declan Shaw who instructed her to do it.”
I slammed a file onto the table with a sharp c***k. “Reject all the proposals in this file.”
The file contained Declan’s plans for the Shaw Reclamation Charter. Tristan grew anxious.
“Alpha King, you promised not to interfere in the Citadel’s affairs. It could be misunderstood by your council and risk your position. It’s the foundation you’ve built for ten years!”
He wanted to say it wasn’t worth it for Olivia, but he didn’t dare.
“Do it,” I ordered coldly.
Tristan walked out, his frustration evident. In a moment of inspiration, he approached Olivia with the file. “I have something urgent to attend to. Could you help me return this to the King and tell him I can’t handle it?”
He hoped to push us together. Olivia readily agreed.
Just then, Gina and Elara enthusiastically invited her to their quarters for dinner. They wanted her to taste the moonberry tart Elara had helped make.
Delighted by the thought of spending time with Elara, she accepted. “Wait for me, I’ll just let the King know.” She walked back into the small parlor. “Matthew, Tristan asked me to return this. He said he can’t handle it.”
She placed the file on the table. “I’m going to Elara’s quarters for dinner. I’ll be back later.”
As she turned to leave, my control snapped. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and onto my lap.
The scent of Theodore still clung to her. She was about to leave with Killian. I noticed she wasn’t wearing the diamond ring I had given her.
Her ring finger only had a simple moonstone band. The anger that had been simmering within me now boiled over.
My arm slid around her, my hand gripping her ribs as I lifted her effortlessly, like a pup. I strode out of the parlor, past the stunned guests and servants, and headed for the inner courtyard.
Upon entering the courtyard’s master chamber, I pinned Olivia down on the sofa.
