Chapter 73: Shattered Memories 

Chapter 73: Shattered Memories 

(Olivia’s POV) 

“No!” 

The scream tore from my throat as I watched Lily’s remains disappear into the water below. My eyes, bloodshot and wild with desperation, tracked the crystal pendant’s arc through the air before it vanished beneath the rippling surface of the Moonlit Reflection Pool. 

“Lily…” I murmured, my voice breaking on my daughter’s name. 

Without thinking, I tumbled out of the hospital bed, ignoring the searing pain that shot through 

my battered body. I rushed to the window, my heart pounding frantically in my chest. The 

rational part of my mind knew the drop was dangerous, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was 

saving what remained of my daughter. 

I leaned dangerously far out, my body already halfway through the opening. The cool night air 

hit my face as I stared down at the shimmering water below. I was too late. The pendant 

containing Lily’s ashes had already disappeared beneath the surface. 

Strong hands suddenly gripped my waist, pulling me back from the edge. Ethan’s fingers dug into my skin as he yanked me away from the window. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, his amber eyes blazing with anger and 

confusion. 

He couldn’t understand. How could he? He’d never cared about Lily when she was alive. Why 

would he care about her remains now? 

I pushed against his chest with all my strength, surprising both of us with the force of my fury. “Get away from me!” 

My eyes burned with unshed tears as I shoved past him. I had to get to the pool. I had to find Lily’s pendant before it was lost forever. 

I didn’t spare Ethan a second glance as I rushed out of the room, my mind consumed with only one thought: saving what remained of my daughter. The hospital corridor blurred around me as I ran toward the elevator. 

“Olivia Winters!” Ethan’s voice boomed behind me, but I ignored him. 

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I slammed my palm against the elevator button repeatedly, willing the doors to open faster. 

When they finally did, I stumbled inside and jabbed at the ground floor button. Just as the 

doors began to close, I caught a glimpse of Ethan running toward me, his face contorted with 

rage. 

The doors shut in his face, and I sagged against the elevator wall, my breath coming in short, 

painful gasps. My ribs screamed in protest with each inhale, but I pushed the pain aside. 

Nothing mattered except getting to Lily. 

When the elevator reached the ground floor, I burst out and headed straight for the back exit of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. The cool night air hit me like a physical blow as I stumbled 

outside, my thin hospital gown offering little protection against the chill. 

I spotted the Moonlit Reflection Pool immediately, its surface shimmering under the pale light of the moon. Without hesitation, I ran toward it, my bare feet slapping against the cold ground. 

My mind was clouded by grief, all reason abandoned. All I knew was that Lily had fallen into the water, and I had to get her back. Nothing else mattered. 

I reached the edge of the pool and climbed over the decorative railing, preparing to jump in. 

The water looked black and bottomless in the moonlight, but I didn’t care about the danger. I 

had to find Lily. 

“Olivia Winters!” 

Ethan’s voice cut through the night just as I was about to leap. Before I could jump, his hand clamped around my wrist, yanking me backward with such force that I fell against his chest. 

His arms wrapped around me like steel bands, trapping me against him. I could feel his heart 

hammering against my back as he held me tightly. 

“Let me go!” I screamed, struggling against his grip. “I need to find her!” 

Ethan’s hand pressed against my back, his fingers feeling the protruding bones through my thin hospital gown. I felt his body stiffen as he realized how much weight I’d lost. 

I trembled violently, my lips turning blue with cold in the moonlight. Without warning, Ethan opened his Black Alpha Overcoat and wrapped it around me, ignoring my struggles. 

“Are you crazy?” he growled, his face darkening with anger. “Do you know what you’re doing? In this weather? Jumping into the water?” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he added, “Do 

you think you’re too healthy?” 

I didn’t care about his concern or his anger. All I cared about was retrieving Lily’s ashes. 

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“Ethan Stone, my business is none of your business, let me go!” I twisted in his arms, trying to 

break free. The warmth I once craved from him now felt suffocating. “Ethan Stone, I told you to 

let me go, do you hear me?!” 

My voice rose to a shout, my eyes flashing with desperation and fury. I needed him to 

understand that nothing mattered more than finding that pendant. 

Ethan’s anger seemed to intensify with each passing second. His fingers dug painfully into my 

wrist as he began dragging me back toward the medical den. 

“Back to the ward,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Stop this 

madness.” 

I resisted with every ounce of strength I had left, biting and kicking like a wild animal. But my 

weakened state was no match for his werewolf strength. 

The Silvercrest Pack Medical Den was quiet at this hour, but our commotion attracted attention. Patients and their families peeked out from their rooms, whispering among themselves as they watched the Alpha King dragging his struggling mate through the 

corridors. 

Ethan’s face darkened further as he sensed the attention we were drawing. “Olivia Winters, are you done?” he hissed through clenched teeth. “For that piece of junk-” 

“Ethan Stone, shut up!” I couldn’t bear to hear him call Lily’s pendant junk one more time. My chest heaved with anger as I cut him off. “I won’t let you insult that pendant again. It’s not 

junk, it’s…” 

The words “made of Lily’s ashes” caught in my throat. I couldn’t bring myself to say them, to make myself that vulnerable to him again. 

Suddenly, the world tilted around me. The combination of emotional distress and physical injuries overwhelmed my system. My vision blurred, then darkened at the edges. I stumbled, my knees buckling beneath me. 

Ethan’s expression changed instantly from anger to concern. Before I could fall, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest. 

I tried to struggle, but my strength had abandoned me. “Put me down,” I whispered, my 

weak and trembling. 

voice 

“Olivia Winters,” Ethan said in a low voice, “I don’t care what that pendant is, it doesn’t matter to me. But you, do you have to make me call Dr. Rebecca Winters to give you a sedative before you calm down and stop making a fuss?” 

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I met his impatient gaze, a sharp pain stabbing at my heart. How could he say it didn’t matter? 

Of course, Lily had never mattered to Ethan when she was alive, let alone her ashes now. 

Seeing that I had finally quieted down, Ethan carried me back to the Recovery Chamber. I didn’t struggle anymore; I was too exhausted, too weak to fight. The warmth of his body 

against mine felt like a cruel reminder of what we once had, of what might have been if he had 

loved our daughter as I did. 

Back in the chamber, Ethan placed me gently on the bed. His phone rang with Victoria’s 

distinctive ringtone, but to my surprise, he didn’t answer it. Instead, he turned and left the 

room, presumably to retrieve the healing supplies Maxwell Chen had brought. 

(Ethan’s POV) 

I took Dr. Harold Bennett’s Rare Healing Salve from Maxwell at the door and returned to the 

Recovery Chamber. Olivia was restless in her sleep, her brow furrowed with distress. I 

assumed she was still shaken from the robbery, unaware of the true source of her turmoil. 

I walked quickly to the bedside and took her hand in mine. Her skin felt cold and fragile, like 

thin paper that might tear at the slightest pressure. 

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” I murmured, my voice softening instinctively. “Sleep well.” 

These words had always comforted her in the past. Whenever she was afraid, my touch would instantly calm her. But now, they had no effect. She remained agitated, her breathing shallow 

and uneven. 

I frowned, growing increasingly concerned. After a moment of hesitation, I got up and called 

Dr. Rebecca Winters. 

The doctor arrived promptly, her face professionally neutral as she administered a sedative to Olivia. Within minutes, Olivia’s breathing evened out, and she fell into a peaceful sleep. 

I watched as the lines of pain and distress smoothed from her face. Gently, I wiped away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes, my expression unreadable even to myself. 

After a moment, I looked away, turning up the heat in the room before returning to her bedside. With careful movements, I began unbuttoning her hospital gown. Under the influence of the sedative, Olivia remained unconscious, unaware of my actions. 

I gently removed her clothes, revealing her injuries once again. The sight made my eyes burn with rage. Her pale skin was mottled with bruises, dark purple and black against her alabaster complexion. My heart clenched painfully, a strange feeling I’d been experiencing more and more lately. 

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The fury within me was almost uncontrollable. I wanted to tear Darius Reed apart with my bare hands for daring to harm her. 

“Olivia Winters, what are you trying to do? Why have you become so stubborn?” I muttered, my tone harsh despite the gentleness of my touch. 

If she hadn’t resisted, if she had just gotten into the car with me, she wouldn’t have been in danger. She wouldn’t be lying here now, broken and bruised. 

I opened the jar of Dr. Harold Bennett’s Rare Healing Salve, the pungent herbal scent filling the 

room. With careful movements, I began applying the medicinal ointment to her bruises, my fingers working methodically to disperse the blood clots beneath her skin. 

For the first time, my hands explored almost every inch of her skin, devoid of any lust. As I 

applied the salve, my gaze lingered on her bruised and battered body, my eyes filled with an 

unspoken tenderness that contradicted my recent coldness toward her. 

I didn’t understand why she had become so fixated on that pendant, why she would risk her 

life for it. But seeing her like this, so vulnerable and broken, awakened something protective 

within me that I thought had died long ago. 

(Victoria’s POV) 

I stood frozen in the doorway, watching the scene unfold before me with a mixture of jealousy 

and disbelief. 

Ethan’s hands moved across Olivia’s skin with a tenderness he rarely showed me, despite all 

my efforts to win his affection. His face, usually so guarded around me, was open and 

vulnerable as he tended to his true mate’s injuries. 

The sight made my stomach twist with envy. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I could never compete with the bond between Ethan and Olivia.