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He coveted her
(Third–person’s POV)
But Matthew didn’t know. If he had known that Lyra Blackwood had opposed Olivia’s mating to Theodore because of him, how could he have let her go?
Matthew barely suppressed his astonishment, not letting Olivia notice a thing. He searched his memory, trying to grasp something from that time, but there was nothing.
Lyra had left him no clues. When Olivia asked what they had talked about, he could only recall fragments.
“Your mother said you were growing up fast and wouldn’t disappoint me,” he said carefully. “She asked me to be sure to come back for
you.”
Disappointed, Olivia softly leaned against his chest. She had thought her mother might have
chosen Matthew for her, but now she concluded it wasn’t so.
Her mother simply wanted her to become strong, and Matthew was the path to that strength.
She reflected on their past; she was a naive sixteen–year–old, while he was already a revered
Alpha King.
They had only met three times, and their last farewell was so rushed he didn’t even look at her. She had thought he was angry, but now she understood her mother was just trying to
protect her.
As Olivia rested in his arms, Matthew’s mind was in turmoil. He now understood that Lyra’s words were more than a dying wish; she was creating an opportunity for him, placing her daughter in his hands.
And he had completely missed it. He had watched her from afar for over a decade, infatuated with her, coveting her, and knew her too well.
He could sense that her current gentle demeanor meant she was about to pull away again. As if to confirm his fears, Olivia expressed her gratitude.
“Thank you for being the one my mother sent me to,” she whispered. “The one who saved me from Theodore’s control.”
She whispered through their mate bond, “Thank you, really, my King.” But her heart was in
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She was growing more attached to Matthew with each passing day, yet she felt she had to push him away. His wonderful life shouldn’t be entangled with her and children who were not his.
(Olivia’s POV)
I pulled away from Matthew’s embrace and walked over to Leo. My eyes instantly caught the faint red mark on his cheek.
A dark, cold look flashed in my eyes as I glanced toward Theodore’s hospital room. To lift my son’s spirits, I brought up a conversation I had overheard.
“I heard you talking to Beta Tristan on the phone, about taking us to the European Territory?” Leo’s face lit up with pure joy.
“Wow! The ancient werewolf kingdoms! Is it true, Alpha Kane?” His excitement was
infectious. “Can I visit the Moonstone Citadel, the Royal Training Grounds, and the Shadow
Archives?”
Matthew casually placed a protective hand on the boy’s shoulder and confirmed it with a simple “Mm.” Overjoyed, Leo declared his new dream.
“Mom, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want anything Grandma Eleonora promised me.” His eyes sparkled with determination. “I want to be a royal guard. Can I, Mom?”
Seeing the stars back in my son’s eyes, I gently took his hand. “Of course, you can. You can be anything you want to be.”
The group later arrived at Matthew’s office in the Council Hall. The entire floor echoed with my exasperated voice as I chased after a hyperactive Aurora.
“Aurora, don’t run!” I called out breathlessly. “Aurora, you can’t touch their things!”
The staff watched in amusement as I finally caught her. I warned sternly, “Don’t cause trouble for him, okay?”
Aurora, with puffed cheeks, retorted defiantly. “Papa won’t get angry. I’m not the trouble, Mama is the trouble. You always make Papa sad.”
Then, her voice grew soft and pleading. “Mama, if you leave Papa again, don’t take me with you. I want to stay with Papa. Brother chose you, but I choose Papa.”
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My eyes instantly filled with tears. I hugged my daughter tightly, whispering, “I’m sorry, so sorry. You’ll understand when you’re older.”
I couldn’t leave Aurora with Matthew; I couldn’t grant that wish.
I carried Aurora into the lounge, where Matthew and Leo were engrossed in a strategic war
game. Just then, Tasha walked in with a stack of freshly developed photos.
Her eyes fell
upon what must have looked like a painfully intimate scene. I stood behind Matthew, my hand on his shoulder, which he covered with his own.
He would occasionally turn to speak with me, his other hand gently tucking a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. His gaze was full of tenderness, making me blush.
Aurora broke the silence, looking at a photo and complaining, “I’m ugly. Why don’t I look like Papa?” The room went quiet.
Matthew picked her up, reassuring her gently. “You’ll be beautiful when you grow up. How could you not be beautiful when you look like your mother?”
Aurora then blurted out innocently, “Mama is pretty, prettier than Aunt Tasha…” before Matthew quickly covered her mouth.
At that moment, Leo won the strategic game. Matthew just smiled, “Even an Alpha can
misstep,” and urged me to play a round.
“Let me teach you,” he said, taking my hand. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
(Tasha’s POV)
My face turned ashen. I walked out of the lounge and into the restroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
My mind replayed the intimate scene, Matthew’s handsome face, and Aurora’s innocent words. A venomous thought took root in my mind.
Was it only because of Olivia’s beautiful face? If her face was destroyed, would he stop loving her?
My mind filled with rage at how lucky Olivia always was. She had everything I wanted, everything I deserved.
I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers. The number I dialed belonged to someone I knew would understand my desperation.
“Destroy Olivia’s face,” I hissed into the phone when he answered. “And I’ll give you everything you want, including access to her system.”
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