Chapter 85: She Hated Him to Death
Chapter 85: She Hated Him to Death
(Olivia’s POV)
Theodore’s gaze shifted to the empty staircase. His voice carried a deadly warning that made my blood freeze.
“If you mess up again,” he said to Healer Elias, “you should know your consequences.”
I pressed myself against the bedroom door, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every word drifted up to me with crystal
clarity.
Healer Elias’s voice trembled with desperation. “Alpha Redgrave, please listen to me. There are new medical
advancements now.”
“We could perform a premature C–section,” he continued frantically. “The pup could survive in an incubator. Her heart
condition could be treated early.”
His words came faster, more urgent. “This would minimize the physical risk to Luna and spare her the pain of losing a
child.”
I held my breath, clinging to this thread of hope. Maybe Theodore would listen. Maybe he would choose mercy.
“Alpha Redgrave,” Healer Elias’s voice cracked with emotion. “Luna is carrying the daughter she’s always wanted.”
The healer’s final plea hung in the air. “You know that no father could be completely indifferent to their own pup.”
But Theodore’s response shattered every fragment of hope I had left.
“Does my mate know the pup is still there?” His voice turned colder than winter frost.
Healer Elias hesitated. I could hear the fear in his silence.
“Luna doesn’t know,” he lied, trying to protect me from Theodore’s wrath.
That lie sealed my daughter’s fate.
“Prepare for the procedure,” Theodore commanded without hesitation.
Healer Elias made one final, desperate attempt. “Alpha, please consider the psychological trauma Luna will suffer if she
discovers the truth.”
His voice broke completely. “That’s your daughter too.”
My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a gasp of horror. Tears streamed down my face as I listened to my mate condemn our
child.
Theodore’s final words echoed through the hall like a death sentence.
“I’ve considered it very clearly. Get rid of the pup! No one can harm my mate, not even my own child.”
The words shattered something deep inside my chest. I stumbled backward into the bedroom, my heart seizing with unbearable pain.
In a frantic daze, I pulled open the drawer beside my bed. Bottles of heart medication and pregnancy support pills
scattered across the surface.
I grabbed them all, swallowing handful after handful. The pills scraped down my throat as I collapsed beside the bed.
My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. The room spun around me as I struggled for air.
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Moments later, Theodore entered the room. His footsteps were soft, almost gentle.
He found me curled up in bed, my body trembling uncontrollably. I forced myself to remain still as he approached.
His hands were surprisingly tender as he tucked the blanket around me. The same hands that had just ordered our daughter’s death.
From the hallway, Healer Elias’s voice drifted in. “Alpha, I have an alternative to the surgical procedure.”
I heard the rustle of something being unwrapped.
“This is a drug I brought back from a research organization,” Healer Elias explained. “It will silently cause the embryo to
dissolve.”
My blood turned to ice.
“It won’t harm Luna’s body or cause her any sensation,” he continued.
Theodore’s voice was clinical, detached. “How do I confirm its efficacy?”
“The pill takes effect in two minutes,” Healer Elias replied. “Within two hours, a trace of blood will confirm the termination is complete.”
“Good,” Theodore said simply. “This avoids the side effects of anesthesia.”
I heard him give orders to his sentinels. “Take Healer Elias to a guest room to wait.”
Their footsteps faded down the hallway. I was alone with the monster I had once called my mate.
My mind raced frantically. The Shadow Syndicate was already in Stonehaven City, waiting to extract me.
I couldn’t delay my return. But the thought of losing my daughter–my only solace, the fulfillment of my lifelong wish–was unbearable.
I had to confront him. I had to fight for her.
But as I opened my eyes, Theodore was already upon me. His dark silhouette loomed over the bed like a predator.
He lifted me into his arms with practiced ease. Before I could protest, he crushed his lips against mine in a forceful kiss.
I felt something foreign being pushed into my mouth. A small, hard object pressed deep into my throat.
The termination pill.
I struggled desperately, but his grip was iron. His tongue forced the pill deeper, ensuring I couldn’t spit it out.
“My love, be good,” he murmured against my lips. His voice was a twisted parody of affection. “It will all be over soon.”
Terror and betrayal flooded through me. I fought with every ounce of strength I had left.
But I was trapped. My breath was stolen. My body was pinned beneath his weight.
Tears streamed down my face as he continued to kiss me. He whispered my name as if trying to comfort me.
Two agonizing minutes passed. Finally, he released me.
The sharp c***k of my palm against his cheek echoed through the silent room. A red handprint bloomed across his face.
But Theodore remained unnervingly still. He didn’t even flinch.
I scrambled toward the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. My stomach churned violently.
I retched into the sink, my body convulsing. The half–dissolved pill emerged, along with the colorful cocktail of medication I had swallowed earlier.
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Through the frosted glass, his tall, dark silhouette was a terrifying specter. For the first time in my life, I truly hated him.
“My love, I just gave you some moonlight wine,” his voice came from outside. The placating, deceitful tone made my skin
crawl.
“It won’t happen again. Come out, okay?”
I stared at the half pills being washed down the drain. I didn’t know if eating only half might harm the fetus.
I emerged from the bathroom with dead eyes. Theodore immediately pulled me into a tight embrace.
He carried me to a lounge chair on the balcony. The night air was cold against my skin.
He whispered promises and sweet nothings, just as he always did when he’d angered me in the past. But now, his words
were poison.
I looked at him with cold, lifeless eyes. He was destroying the one thing I wanted most in the world.
Time crawled by as we both waited. Theodore watched me like a hawk, searching for signs of the pill’s effect.
Suddenly, a sharp cramp seized my abdomen. The pain was real–a side effect of the medication I had taken.
I pushed him away and stumbled back into the bathroom. Theodore followed close behind.
Before I could stop him, he pushed the door open. His hands reached for my dress, tearing at the fabric.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, but he ignored me completely.
His gaze was locked on my pale face, searching for confirmation of his success.
As another wave of pain hit me, he pulled down my underwear. I was too weak to resist.
A smear of blood was visible.
I collapsed into his arms as he held me. His voice was deceptively gentle.
“My love, it’s okay. It’s probably just your cycle.”
He changed my clothes as if I were a lifeless doll. My image of the passionate Alpha I once loved blurred into
nothingness.
When he finished dressing me, he reached to touch my face. His fingers were warm, familiar.
I finally spoke, my voice as cold and sharp as ice.
“I don’t want to see you. Get out.”
