Attending Leo’s Concert
(Matthew’s POV)
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Olivia stared at me in a daze, unable to speak. She was trembling, her face pale and her eyes
red–rimmed as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Seeing her so pitiful, my heart softened. I released her face and began to undress her, my
voice devoid of emotion.
“You’ll be uncomfortable in wet clothes.”
Olivia wiped her tears, trying to compose herself as she pressed my hand, which was on her shirt button. With a pleading tremor in her voice, she whispered, “I’ll do it myself…”
I gently wiped a tear from her eye, realizing I had been too harsh, and softened my tone.
“How can you undress yourself when you’re shaking like this?”
The thought of her getting drenched and crying for another man made my heart ache. I
gazed at her intently, refusing to let go.
“I am your mate. I’ve held you, kissed you, changed your clothes. I’ve seen everything there is
to see.”
At my words, Olivia’s face flushed, and she looked down, begging softly, “I want Briar.”
“No,” I replied quietly, pulling her hands away.
I swiftly unbuttoned her shirt and removed her clothes, my brow furrowing at the touch of her
cold skin. I filled the tub with more hot water and began to wash her hair, the white foam
gradually covering her beautiful figure.
As I rinsed the foam from her body with the showerhead, she cried out in embarrassment,
trying to stop me. “I’m not cold anymore, I’m not shaking! I can do it myself, please don’t do this… I’m not a pup.”
My expression cooled slightly, but I kept my voice gentle. “You’re worse than a pup.”
I pulled her to her feet, and she buried her face in my chest in shame, but I pulled her away. “I’m dirty,” she mumbled, noticing that I was soaked as well.
In what felt like an eternity, she stood there, completely exposed, until a large, soft robe was
wrapped around her. She opened her eyes to meet my deep, indifferent gaze.
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I held her tightly, her bare feet on mine, and asked softly, “Did you go to the infirmary to see
Theodore?”
She shook her head, but when I pressed her to say who she went to see, her eyes reddened
again and she refused to answer. Sensing my rising anger, she suddenly stood on her toes and kissed my lips.
The kiss softened me, and I kissed her back, a gentle, brief touch, before lifting her out of the bathroom. I handed her the hairdryer.
“Dry your hair, change, and come downstairs for dinner.”
As I reached the door, I paused and looked back. She had dropped the hairdryer and rushed back into the bathroom, emerging with a soaking wet photograph.
Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to dry the photo, not her work documents or her phone, but a single picture. I frowned, and Briar, who had been waiting outside, immediately went in to help.
Fifteen minutes later, I was in my study. Tristan reported, “Alpha King, Luna Olivia… Luna Olivia went to the infirmary to see Theodore, and then she went to see Ethan Moonstone. But Ethan has suddenly been sent abroad by his adoptive father, Faelan Moonstone, on a
mission.”
My brow furrowed. The report stated that the pack trackers had repeatedly lost track of
Ethan.
Tristan continued nervously, “Ethan hasn’t returned since leaving the infirmary this evening.”
After a few moments of silence, Tristan presented another report. “We found no silver weapon and no body within a two–kilometer radius. No missing person reports have been filed, and no infirmary has admitted a silver poisoning victim. The nearby surveillance was cut beforehand. The locals, including Luna Olivia, only heard a gunshot but saw no one. However, the amount of blood indicates someone was definitely injured.”
“Keep investigating,” I ordered, putting down the file. “Have the pack enforcers protect my mate.”
Tristan understood immediately. “In this case, Luna Olivia is a witness, so she should have 24–hour protection.”
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This was a perfect excuse, as Olivia would surely protest if she knew I had sent warriors to protect her. I then added, “Handle the investigation into the Moonstone pack yourself. Don’t let anyone else touch it.”
(Olivia’s POV)
At the dinner table, I was lost in thought. A warm hand settled on my waist, and I turned in
surprise to see Matthew.
He was breaking his promise to keep his distance in front of Leo. I tried to push his hand away, but he simply captured mine, holding it tightly.
Leo gathered his courage and asked, “Mom, Alpha Kane, can you come to my school music
concert?”
It was tomorrow. He wanted his mother to see him perform, and he also wanted to make
“Alpha Kane” proud.
“Your mom can go, but Alpha Kane is very busy,” I replied.
But Matthew interjected, “Your mom can save me a seat, I’ll be there later.”
He gently squeezed the back of my neck; I wasn’t feverish. The electric touch made me
almost spit out my venison stew.
I glared at him, but he just smiled, his eyes twinkling. He then looked at Leo, though his gaze
was fixed on me.
“Leo, it looks like your mom doesn’t want to go?”
I immediately saw the worry on Leo’s face. “My love, are you unwilling to go to our pup’s
concert?” he asked, his voice low.
My eyes widened, my heart fluttering with a confusing mix of emotions through our mate
bond. My love? Our pup?
I worried Leo would be upset, but he wasn’t. He looked at Matthew with pure admiration, a
look he used to reserve only for Theodore.
“Of course not,” I said, taking Leo’s hand, while my other was still held by Matthew. “Mom has never heard you play the piano.”
My gaze fell to my hands, held by the two most important males in my life, and my eyes welled up. I felt panicked, desperate, and overwhelmed by the urge to run away.
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After dinner, as Leo played the piano beautifully, Matthew wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me possessively. He wanted to hold me in front of my son and daughter, and to my surprise, my son seemed pleased by the Alpha’s protective display.
Feeling trapped, I fled to my room. I had just started to close the door when Matthew’s large hand stopped it.
I quickly released the door, afraid of hurting him with my enhanced strength. He stepped into
my room, his territory.
“You said you’d give Leo a good impression while he’s here,” I reminded him. “You said you
wouldn’t come to the third floor.”
Just then, Leo’s voice came from the second–floor landing, “Mom? Tristan is taking me and
Aurora to see a movie. Can we go?”
I met Matthew’s faint gaze, my back against the sofa. I didn’t want them to leave, but I
couldn’t refuse my son.
As the pups‘ happy voices faded and the armored vehicle’s engine started, Matthew closed
the door and locked it. He trapped me in his arms.
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