Chapter 150
Chapter 81: Silver Scars and Shattered Willa – 1
Chapter 81: Silver Scars and Shattered Wills
(Olivia’s POV)
The afternoon sun cast long shadows as I walked through the hospital parking lot. My visit with Leah had lifted my spirits, seeing her excitement over something as simple as makeup had reminded me why I became a healer in the first place.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I almost declined it, but something made me answer.
“Hello p>
“Olivia Winters?” A woman’s voice, thick with tears, came through the speaker.
“Yes, who is this p>
“It’s Margaret Grey. Ethan’s mother. Her voice cracked on her son’s name.
My steps faltered. Margaret Grey had never called me directly before. Something was wrong.
“What do you want?” I asked, my tone cooling instantly.
“Liv, I beg you to come to the hospital and see Ethan. Ethan, he attempted suicide for you, and he was barely saved. The pack healers said that his wolf has no will to live now…” Her voice dissolved into sobs. “Woo woo woo… What happened before was my fault, I apologize to you. Can you save Ethan? He’s my only son!” The words hit me like a physical blow. Ethan had tried to kill himself? My wolf stirred uneasily within me, confused by the conflicting emotions.
“Mrs. Grey,” I said firmly, “I’m sorry about Ethan, but his actions are not my responsibility p>
“Please,” she begged. “Just come see him. One visit. That’s all I ask p>
My amber eyes hardened. “No. Ethan made his choices. So did I. I’ve moved on p>
“You heartless-
I hung up before she could finish, my hand trembling slightly. Leaning against a nearby car, I took several deep breaths to steady myself.
Ethan had attempted suicide. The thought kept repeating in my mind, unwanted and intrusive.
I dialed Connor’s number, needing to hear his voice.
“Livvy?” he answered immediately. “Is everything alright p>
“I just got a call from Margaret Grey! I said, my voice steadier than I felt
“She said Ethan tried to kill himself p>
There was a moment of silence before Connor replied, his voice carefully controlled. “I heard. Silver scalpel to the wrist. He lost a lot of blood p>
“You knew?” I couldn’t keep the accusation from my voice.
“I was going to tell you when I got back, Connor said softly. “I didn’t want to upset you while you were with Leah p>
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I closed my eyes, feeling suddenly exhausted Margaret wants me to visit him. She thinks ter
save him.
“And what do you want to do?” Connor asked, no judgment in his tone.
“I want to go home,” I whispered. “With you p>
Then that’s what we’ll do,” he said simply. I’ll be there in ten minutes p>
As I waited for Connor, I couldn’t help but think about Ethan. Despite everything. I didn’t want him dead. But couldn’t be responsible for his life choices either.
My wolf whined softly within me, senning my distress. I soothed her with gentle thoughts, reminding us both
that we had found our true mate in Connor.
Whatever happened to Ethan now was beyond my control.
(Ethan’s POV)
Pain. That was the first sensation that greeted me as consciousness returned. A burning, throbbing pain in my left wrist that pulsed in time with my heartbeat.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, my vision blurry at first. The harsh hospital lights made me wince.
“Liv?” The name escaped my lips before I could stop it, a desperate, hopeful whisper.
“Ethan! You’re awake!” My mother’s voice, not Olivia’s.
As my vision cleared, I saw the room was full of people. My parents stood closest to the bed, my mother’s eyes red and swollen from crying. Lucas Bennett and Jason Mitchell hovered near the door, their expressions And in the corner, partially turned away, stood Cassandra, her shoulders stiff. a mixture of relief and concern
But no Olivia.
“Where is she?” I asked, my voice rough from disuse.
My father’s face darkened with fury. “Is that all you can think about? That she wolf who’s driven you to this?” He gestured angrily at my bandaged wrist. “Look at yourself! The heir to the Grey pack, trying to end his life over a female who’s already chosen another mate p>
“Richard, please,” my mother pleaded, placing a restraining hand on his arm.
“No, Margaret! He needs to hear this!” My father’s Alpha voice boomed through the room, making everyone flinch. “No son of mine should be this weak! Wolves die in battle, protecting their pack, not by their own hand because of a broken heart p>
I turned my face away, unable to bear the disappointment in his eyes. My wolf, already weak and wounded, retreated further within me.
“Ethan, you finally woke up! You pup, why are you doing this to yourself? Woo woo woo…” My mother’s voice broke as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She stroked my hair her touch gentle. “This wouldn’t have happened if that Winters girl hadn’t rejected you so cruelly p>
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