Lyra’s Past
(Third–person’s POV)
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Caelan Mooncrest also saw it, his cold face finally showing a look of terror. Just like his Olivia, filled with fear.
Matthew lifted his foot and kicked the sharpened silver shard from the assailant Jago’s hand. As Caelan dodged, the silver shard plunged into his shoulder, making him scream in pain.
Just then, pack enforcers arrived and subdued the attacker. As Caelan was helped up, Matthew approached him, his slender hand resting on the silver shard.
With a gentle pull, he said, “You should be glad I follow pack law. Dare to touch her again…” The rest of his words were lost in Caelan’s pained cries. Matthew walked calmly towards Jago, who had been watching.
He tossed the bloody silver shard at Jago’s feet. “Do you know what else I can do to you if you fail to protect her? Your case hasn’t been sentenced yet.”
Jago nodded, “I will teach him a good lesson.”
With that, Matthew walked away. Tristan, following behind, noticed a change in his Alpha
King.
Usually composed and reserved, today Matthew’s oppressive aura was palpable. For the first time in years, Tristan felt he was seeing a glimpse of the real Matthew–an Alpha one dared not look at directly, let alone disrespect.
Meanwhile, at the infirmary, Olivia’s mood had stabilized after Dr. Aris Lowell’s visit. As she sat by the window reading, Morgana Mooncrest entered with her assistant, who held a bouquet of flowers.
Olivia, recognizing the visitor, put down her book. Though her upbringing demanded politeness, her tone was sharp, “What are you doing here?”
Morgana sat opposite her. “You had my granddaughter arrested, and now my grandson. Your mate has quite the authority.”
“Tell me, what will it take to get them
Added to the library
casca Morgand offered a file and a hard drive–five percent of Mooncrest Global’s shares and the code for her resurrection project.
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The offer enraged Olivia. “Cynthia Mooncrest pointed a gun at my head, wanting to kill me. Caelan Mooncrest has a list of crimes, from pack fund theft to bribery… he tried to assault me and then kidn*pped me.”
“The detention center is where they belong.” Remembering her mother Lyra’s fate, she swept the items off the table.
“Not everything can be measured by value. My mother’s mating couldn’t, and neither can my pain. Please leave.”
Infuriated by the disrespect, Morgana raised her hand to strike Olivia. “You have no respect for
your elders! Since your mother is gone, I, as your grandmother, must teach you a lesson.”
At that moment, Victoria Kane and Seraphina Kane walked in. “Lady Mooncrest, what are you doing?” Victoria cried out in alarm.
Olivia caught Morgana’s wrist. “You were an unworthy mother, you are not my grandmother! What right do you have to teach me anything!”
Seraphina then loudly interjected, “Lady Mooncrest… How could Caelan Mooncrest dare to kidnap our Luna and scare her with snakes? Luna has a heart condition, was he trying to give her a heart attack? How could he be so evil!”
The revelation stunned Morgana, who stared at Olivia and murmured, “You have a heart condition too…”
Victoria tried to reason with her, recalling the tragic past of Lyra Blackwood, Morgana’s most beloved daughter. “Lyra… was your most cherished child. Can’t you be kinder to Olivia? She has your blood too.”
Victoria tearfully recounted how Lyra had sought her help at 18 when the family tried to mate her off to an older Alpha, how she later fled, and lived a difficult life as a rogue, only to die at
- 40.
“Olivia nearly followed in Lyra’s footsteps. Her ex–mate cheated on her… Please, Lady Mooncrest, don’t disturb her anymore.”
But Morgana remained cold. “An older Alpha? He was only ten years her senior. It was a perfectly good match.”
“She defied her father and ran away… I have no interest in the daughter of an unfilial girl.” With that, she left, but her mind was racing.
She was furious with Caelan for his reckless plan and resolved to take control of the Mooncrest family’s assets, including a secret research lab in the mountains.
Unseen in a corner, Eleonora and Isadora had heard everything. Eleonora suddenly remembered a diary Lyra had given her years ago, asking her to burn it.
She never did. Realizing there were inconsistencies in the story of Lyra’s escape and that she was being pursued by someone dangerous, Eleonora decided to return to Stonehaven City immediately.
“I have to find that diary! If I give it to Olivia, maybe she’ll see that I helped her mother and forgive Theodore…”
Isadora, however, grew anxious, worrying that unearthing the past would only bring more trouble.
Back in the room, Victoria, feeling guilty for her previous harsh words, gently suggested a small, private mating ceremony for Olivia and Matthew. “Just for close family, to create some material for Beta Tristan’s PR work.”
“The ceremonial gown and the royal chambers are ready, it won’t be much trouble.” Olivia, still emotionally distant, looked at Victoria’s hand holding hers.
“I’ll ask the Alpha King. If he’s okay with it, so am I. He’s busier than I am.”
That night, Matthew returned to the infirmary to find Olivia engrossed in her laptop. He leaned in and kissed her, but she was preoccupied.
Pushing him away slightly, she teased, “Indulging in desire is bad for your health,” throwing his own words back at him. She told him about the moonlight herb soup from his mother and the mating ceremony plan.
As Matthew fiddled with the thermos, seemingly unable to open it, Olivia sighed, got off the bed, and opened it for him, pouring the contents into a cup. “It’s still hot.”
Matthew, however, recognized the scent of an aphrodisiac his mother had prepared using moonlight herbs.
He discreetly poured the soup into the trash. Then, feigning discomfort, he clutched his stomach.
“What did you make me drink?” Alarmed, Olivia rushed to his side.
He seized the opportunity, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist. He whispered in her ear, “It’s over, my Luna. I’ve been drugged.”
