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Chapter 94: Escalating Threats
Chapter 94: Escalating Threats
( Cassandra’s POV)
Inside the dimly lit and opulent Moonlit Lovers Suite at the Crescent Moon Hotel, the air was thick with the primal scent of wolf and desire. The sounds of panting and the scrape of skin against silk sheets intertwined
as Ethan Grey and I indulged in a desperate passion.
Ethan, drenched in sweat, his wolf Noah clawing at the edges of his control, closed his eyes and ecstatically
called out, “Livvy… Livvy p>
He was with me, but his mind, his very being, was consumed by Olivia Winters. He seemed to be using me as a surrogate, my body a vessel to channel his longing for Olivia, only tolerating my presence when I remained silent, allowing him to superimpose Olivia’s image, her scent, her essence onto me.
His wolf, Noah, thrashed within, recognizing the wrongness of the act, the betrayal, yet Ethan’s human despair overpowered its protests.
Though my wolf Zoe recoiled at being called another she–wolf’s name during such an intimate act, I didn’t care as long as I could be by Ethan Grey’s side. I had been painstakingly trying to imitate Olivia Winters in every conceivable way, from my hairstyle and choice of clothing to even attempting to mimic the subtle floral scent Olivia favored.
All in a desperate bid to win back Ethan’s affection, to reignite the mate bond he had once shared with me. Even though Ethan constantly lamented that he couldn’t live without Olivia, he still succumbed to my advances, a bitter confirmation that Alphas, like human men, could separate physical desire from the deeper connection of a true mate bond.
“Ethan… Ethan… ah…” I breathed beneath him, my voice a feigned imitation of passion.
Just as Ethan was lost in the haze of desire, his wolf Noah clawing for release, he raised his hand and slapped me sharply across the face.
He couldn’t bear my speaking; my voice, so unlike Olivia’s melodic tones, shattered the fragile illusion he was desperately trying to maintain.
I suppressed a whimper, tears welling in my green–gold eyes, feeling the sting of humiliation but willing to endure anything as long as I could remain tethered to Ethan, hoping to rekindle the embers of our past.
(Olivia’s POV)
Meanwhile, at Whisperbrook Gardens, I received a call from Jade Mitchell. Jade’s voice was bright with excitement as she told me that Leah Pierce was scheduled to be discharged from Harbor City Memorial Hospital the next day.
She asked if I wanted to join her in picking Leah up.
However, I declined, explaining that I couldn’t leave my residence due to some pressing pack matters, not wanting to reveal the full extent of the danger Frederick Warner posed.
“I understand, Olivia,” Jade said respectfully. “Should I convey your well wishes to Leah? Do you bring a gift from you p>
need me to
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I approved, promising to transfer the money for a suitable present later, my wolf Cora purring with affection
for the young omega p>
Later that evening, while reviewing case files, I received a call from my father, Richard Winters, Alpha of the Winters Pack. He invited me to Grace Winters‘ eighth birthday party at the Winters Family Estate that weekend, his voice softer than usual, hoping I could make time to attend.
Richard explained that Grace’s mental state had been fragile since her k g by Vanessa Reed, and her pack therapist advised that she needed the love and attention of her family, especially her older sister, to aid
her recovery.
However, I hesitated. Although my wolf Cora yearned to celebrate my little sister’s birthday and offer comfort, I couldn’t risk going out, fearing what Frederick Warner, the exiled and vengeful Alpha, might do if I left the protection of Connor Rivers‘ territory.
Richard pleaded with me, his voice strained, mentioning Grace’s desperate need for her sister’s presence to help her heal from the trauma.
“I……” I hesitated.
Grace’s psychological wounds from the k g by Vanessa Reed hadn’t fully healed; I knew my presence would significantly help my little sister’s recovery. My wolf Cora whined in distress at the thought of my packling suffering.
But thinking of that dangerously unstable Alpha, Frederick Warner, and his relentless pursuit, I steeled myself and cruelly refused.
“I’m sorry, Dad, I really can’t get away on Saturday p>
A sigh, heavy with disappointment, came from the other end. “Hey, okay p>
Richard hung up the phone. I stood before the floor–to–ceiling windows of my apartment in Whisperbrook Gardens, my reflection showing a solitary, melancholic figure, the city lights blurring through unshed tears. On Saturday morning, the insistent ringing of the telephone shattered my restless sleep. It was Agnes Turner, the Winters Pack’s long–serving beta housekeeper, her voice frantic with alarming news.
“It’s not good, Liv, something terrible has happened to your father, Alpha Richard p>
My heart leaped into my throat, my wolf Cora instantly alert with dread.
“Aggie, what happened p>
“Alpha Richard… at little Gracie’s birthday party… he suddenly lost his footing and fell down the stairs. He’s
the healers are with him p>
being treated at Moonlight Memorial Hospital no
I scrambled out of bed, my mind a vortex of turmoil, my wolf urging me to rush to my Alpha’s side.
At Moonlight Memorial Hospital, in the corridor outside the emergency treatment rooms, I found Natalie Winters, my stepmother, in tears. Natalie related how Richard Winters had stepped into the stairwell, likely to shift and relieve some stress or take a private call, and was later found unconscious and bleeding at the foot of the stairs, his wolf form battered.
I, filled with a cold, consuming anxiety, questioned the circumstances, my lawyer’s mind and my wolf’s instincts screaming that something was profoundly amiss.
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Natalie’s tearful words confirmed my darkest suspicion. It was Frederick Warner. It had to be Frederick
Warner!
That maniacal Alpha, unable to directly strike at the Rivers Pack and unable to lure me out, was now targeting those closest to me, his purpose to forcibly draw me into the open.
I was so consumed by rage that my lips trembled uncontrollably, the fury in my heart blazing to its peak. Why, why did Frederick Warner relentlessly hurt my family, my pack?
First Grace, now my father, my Alpha. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails, which could extend into claws, sank deeply into my flesh, drawing blood.
At this moment, my rationality, the calm demeanor of a lawyer who studied and upheld pack law, was incinerated by pure, unadulterated rage. As a werewolf, as a daughter, as a future Luna, I now wanted only one thing: to hunt down and kill Frederick Warner.
*Frederick Warner. I have marked your scent,* my wolf Cora snarled silently within me.
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