Chapter 38: The Kidnapper is My Father
Chapter 38: The Kidnapper is My Father
(Olivia’s POV)
Just then I heard Clara’s coquettish voice saying “Alpha Theodore, my parents are taking a flight tonight. Can you come out and have dinner with us? Even if it’s just for a little while.”
“Alright, I’ll come out and have dinner with you all.”
My heart stirred, and I stopped what I was doing. I was curious to see what my disgusting biological father was up to.
I quietly slipped out of the infirmary before he came out. The smell of disinfectant in the hallway couldn’t mask the stench
of his deception at all.
I had barely settled back into my office when Theodore walked in, his face a perfect mask of concern. He asked about my
health before pulling out a photo.
In the photo was still that little girl, Rosalie, with a familiar plum blossom petal birthmark on her neck. His voice was thick
with manufactured emotion as he pointed out that she was born on the exact day our daughter had died.
“My love, what if our daughter really came back to find us?” he pleaded, gripping my hand with a desperate hope that felt
utterly false.
He proposed we foster Rosalie, announcing it at Leo’s birthday party in front of all the Northern Alphas. To maintain my
cover, I agreed quietly.
The moment he left for his “international pack summit“-a convenient excuse to dine with his mistress’s family–I tore the photo into pieces and let them fall into the trash.
I needed eyes and ears on him. I pulled over and called the one person I could trust.
“Matthew, I need a favor,” I said, my voice low. “Theodore is with Clara’s parents at the Moonstone Summit Hotel. I need
access to their surveillance system. VIP dining room.”
“Livvy, I really can’t do anything with you.” He smiled indulgently, “Wait a moment, the image will be transmitted to your car’s display screen in two minutes.”
As promised, the console in my sports car lit up with a crystal–clear view of the private room. My breath caught in my
throat.
That b***h Ophelia Thorne, who destroyed my mother’s mate bond, has the audacity to wear my mother Lyra’s emerald
necklace. Even the gown she’s wearing is the precious silk dress my mother left behind when she departed.
Through the audio feed Matthew patched through, I heard the hotel manager greet Theodore and Clara as “Alpha and his Luna.” Theodore didn’t correct him.
Clara, puffed up with arrogance, ordered the manager to serve their finest venison and moonlight wine to her parents. A bitter realization washed over me.
In five years, Theodore had allowed this charade to continue for so long that his business associates, his pack’s executives, everyone, had accepted Clara as his mate.
“Dad, Mom, this is Alpha Theodore.” Clara introduced.
Theodore nodded, then sat down directly with a calm expression.
Clara immediately continued, “Mom and Dad, your company was able to move here thanks to Theodore, and even your
residence was arranged by
“Thank you, Alpha.” Silvanus and Ophelia exchanged glances, extremely excited.
“After all these years, thank you for taking care of Clara.” Silvanus smiled, “You’ve arranged everything so thoughtfully for us, you must consider us family too.”
“I heard Clara is pregnant again. When are you planning to get married?” Ophelia emphasized the word ‘again.‘
However, Theodore’s response was chillingly calm.
“I have no intention of formally acknowledging Clara as my partner.”
Of course I understand, this isn’t for me, it’s just because he wants to have both of us at the same time.
I saw the disappointment on her parents‘ faces, and Clara desperately trying to smooth things over.
When Theodore stepped out to take a call, Clara’s parents pounced. They demanded to know why the Alpha of the most
powerful pack wouldn’t sever his bond with me.
I listened as Clara wove a web of lies about pack stability and alliances, smugly reassuring them that she had everything a
Luna could want–even the title. But Silvanus wasn’t convinced.
“Don’t disgrace our family name by being nothing more than a mistress,” he warned. The irony was suffocating.
“I don’t know why, but the name Theodore sounds very familiar to me.” Silvanus muttered, and Ophelia whispered something in his ear.
He suddenly raised his head in anger,with what seemed like righteous indignation, he lunged across the table and
slapped Clara hard across the face. “You stole Olivia’s mate! You’re a mistress!” he roared.
In that instant, my cold resolve wavered. A memory surfaced–this man protecting me as a child, paternal love.
My heart ached with a mixture of pain and rekindled emotions.
But Clara’s venomous reply shattered the illusion. “Why should she have it all?” she shrieked, her face contorted with
hate.
“Lyra Blackwood threw us out! We lived like rogues! Why does Olivia get Theodore’s devotion, the Luna title, luxury cars,
elite schools for her pup, millions in her accounts, and the grand manor?”
Her voice rose to a fever pitch. “Why does she get all that while I survive in the shadows?”
“I will take everything from her! Her mate, her position, everything!”
The final, soul–crushing blow came not from Clara, but from my father. The man whose flicker of morality had just deceived my heart now looked at his wicked daughter with pride.
“Daughter, father is proud of you,” Silvanus said, his voice dripping with sinister approval. “I thought you were being cowardly, but I support you. Take everything from that b***h Olivia.”
I felt the blood drain from my face as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that the audio feed caught perfectly.
“Let her taste what it’s like to live as a rogue.”
“Tomorrow, I will find her and make her give up the Luna position. If she refuses… I’ll use the same old trick.”
My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
“I’ll find someone to kidnap her. Only this time, I won’t just ask for eight million.”
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