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Blood immediately soaked his white shirt, spreading like a crimson flower blooming in the
moonlight. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, but | felt no remorse-only a hollow
ache
where my heart used to be.
Tears streamed down my face as | twisted the knife deeper. "She was your daughter! Your own
flesh and blood!"
Ethan's amber eyes widened with shock and pain. His mouth opened, but only a
choked gasp
escaped.
"What would Lily think?" | sobbed, my entire body trembling with grief and rage. "How would
she feel knowing her beloved daddy was responsible for her death?"
The memory of Victoria's manipulative call flashed through my mind. Her honeyed voice luring
the Moonwood Ceremonial Urn before me, forcingto kowtow until my forehead bled.
"You redirected Lily's kidney donor to Emma," | hissed, twisting the knife again. "Our daughter.
died while you were comforting another woman's child!"
| knew Victoria had orchestrated this confrontation, hoping | would kill Ethan and then myself." She wanted me
broken beyond repair, driven to suicide by the weight of my actions.
But something inrefused to surrender completely to despair. The empty urn | still clutched
in my left hand remindedof what | had lost-what had been taken from me.
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"Tellit's not true," | pleaded, my emerald eyes searching his face for any sign of denial.
"TellVictoria lied."
| desperately wanted him to deny it, to tellit was all a cruel manipulation. My wolf, though weakened by
grief, still clung to the faintest hope that the mate we had once loved couldn't have betrayed us so completely.
Ethan's face contorted with pain as he slumped against the wall, leaving a smear of blood. "Olivia..." he gasped,
his voice barely audible.
"Tell me!" | screamed, my fingers tightening around the knife handle.
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Ethan's eyes met mine, and in that moment, | saw the truth. The guilt that flashed across his face confirmed
everything Victoria had said.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I never meant for Lily to
die."
His admission hitlike a physical blow. My legs nearly gave out beneathas the last
shred of hope died in my chest.
"You chose Emma over Lily," | whispered, my voice hollow with disbelief. "You let our daughter
die."
Ethan reached forwith blood-stained hands. "Olivia, please... | was wrong. So wrong."
"Don't touch me!" | recoiled violently, the sudden movement dislodging the hunting knife from
his abdomen.
Blood spurted from the wound, splattering across my hands and clothes. The warm, sticky sensation made me
freeze, staring at my crimson-coated fingers in horror.
| had wanted to kill him. Had imagined plunging the knife into his heart again and again until he felt a fraction of
the pain I'd endured. But now, with his blood on my hands, | couldn't bring
myself to strike again.
"I wish | could take it back," Ethan gasped, pressing his hand against the wound. "Every day
since Lily died, I've wished | could change what happened."
His words meant nothing against the enormity of his betrayal. Five years of grief,
of wondering why our daughter had to die while Emma thrived. Five years of watching him shower Victoria's
daughter with the love and attention he had denied Lily.
My legs finally gave out, and | collapsed to my knees, still clutching the empty urn. Sobs wracked my body as the
full weight of the truth crushed me.
Ethan, weakened by blood loss and the silver's burning effect on his werewolf healing, slid down the wall until he
was sitting on the floor. He tried to reach foragain, but the
movement caused more blood to gush from his wound.
He groaned in pain, his face ashen as he collapsed completely, sprawling at my feet. "Olivia,"
he whispered, his amber eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry."
| remained motionless, tears streaming down my face as | stared at him. The man
I had once
loved more than life itself. The father who had betrayed our daughter in the worst possible
way.
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My wolf, driven by maternal instinct and the primal need for vengeance, howled within me. |
watched him bleeding, silently willing him to die.
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Something wasn't right. I'd been waiting in the car for nearly thirty minutes, and the silence from Moonlight
Manor was unsettling.
Alpha Ethan had instructedto wait outside after bringing Mrs. Stone to him, but my
instincts were screaming that something was wrong. As his special assistant for years, I'd
learned to trust those instincts.
| checked my watch again, then made a decision. Using my security code, | let myself into the
manor.
The moment | stepped inside, the strong scent of blood hitlike a physical blow. My wolf
immediately went on high alert, hackles raised.
"Alpha?" | called out, moving quickly through the entrance hall.
The metallic scent grew stronger as | approached the main living area. When | rounded the
corner, the sight beforemadefreeze in horror.
Alpha Ethan lay on the floor in a pool of blood, a silver-edged knife beside him. Mrs. Stone sat nearby, her
clothes and hands covered in blood, clutching what looked like a broken wooden
container.
"Mrs. Stone!" | rushed forward, dropping to my knees beside Alpha Ethan. "What happened?"
She didn't respond, her emerald eyes vacant as she stared at her blood-covered hands.
| quickly checked Alpha Ethan's pulse-weak but present. The wound in his abdomen was still bleeding, the silver
edge of the knife having prevented his werewolf healing from activating.
| pulled out my phone and dialed the pack medical team. "Emergency at Moonlight Manor," | barked. "Alpha
Ethan is down with a silver wound. Send healers immediately."
While waiting for the medical team, | pressed my hands against Alpha Ethan's wound, trying to slow the
bleeding. Mrs. Stone remained motionless, seemingly in
shock.
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