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Chapter 111: Into the Dark Waters

Chapter 111: Into the Dark Waters

(Olivia’s POV)‘

The icy water of Silvermoon River engulfed me as I plunged from Moonstone Bridge. I made no attempt to fight the current, letting it pull me under without resistance.

Cold wrapped around me like a merciful blanket, numbing the pain that had consumed me for so long. My lungs burned, demanding air, but I ignored their plea.

This was my choice. My release.

The weight of grief that had crushed me since Lily’s death seemed to lighten as the water carried me deeper. No more fighting for justice that would never come. No more watching Victoria triumph while I suffered.

“Lily, Mommy is coming,” I thought as consciousness began to fade.

My fingers tightened around Lily’s Ashes Crystal Pendant, the small container holding a

portion of my daughter’s remains. It felt warm against my palm despite the freezing water

surrounding me.

In the murky darkness, I imagined I could see Lily reaching for me with her tiny hands, her

sweet face smiling as she waited for me to join her.

My emerald eyes closed as the last of my air escaped in a trail of bubbles. The roaring in my ears grew louder, then softer, then silent.

Peace at last.

(Lucas’s POV)

Something wasn’t right. I’d watched Olivia at Matriarch Evelyn’s funeral from a distance,

noting how the Stone family had isolated her. The defeat in her posture had triggered an

unfamiliar protective instinct in me.

“Follow her car,” I instructed Thomas Griffin, my driver. “Discreetly.”

Thomas nodded, keeping Olivia’s vehicle in sight as we trailed behind in my Armored SUV.

When her car suddenly pulled over at Moonstone Bridge, alarm bells rang in my mind.

“Stop here,” I ordered when her car remained stationary for several minutes.

Thomas pulled over a short distance away. I stepped out into the night air, my senses

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immediately picking up Olivia’s scent–tinged with despair so profound it made my wolf bristle with concern.

Her car door stood ajar, the interior light casting a weak glow on the empty seat. I followed her scent toward the bridge, my pace quickening with each step.

“Olivia?” I called, my voice echoing across the empty bridge.

No response.

A faint ringing sound caught my attention. Near the riverbank, partially hidden in the grass, lay Olivia’s Evidence Phone. The screen illuminated with an incoming call from “Ethan Stone.”

Cold realization washed over me as I picked up the device. My eyes scanned the churning waters below, searching desperately for any sign of her.

“Olivia!” I shouted, my voice carrying across the water.

Nothing but the sound of rushing water answered me.

Then I saw it–a cluster of bubbles breaking the surface downstream. Without hesitation, I shed my tailored jacket and dove into the frigid river.

The cold hit me like a physical blow, but I ignored it, forcing my eyes open in the murky depths. The current was strong, pulling at my clothes and threatening to sweep me away.

Then I spotted her–a pale figure drifting lifelessly with the current, chestnut hair fanning out

around her face like a dark halo.

I swam toward her with powerful strokes, fighting against the numbing cold. When I reached her, I wrapped my arm firmly around her waist and kicked toward the surface.

Breaking through, I gasped for air, pulling Olivia’s head above water. Her face was deathly pale,

her lips tinged blue. She wasn’t breathing.

With renewed determination, I fought the current, swimming one–armed toward the shore

while keeping her head above water. The riverbank was rocky and steep, making it difficult to

climb out with Olivia’s limp form.

Finally, I managed to drag her onto a flat section of the bank. Water streamed from her unmoving body as laid her down.

“Olivia!” I called, tapping her cold cheek. No response.

I immediately began CPR, pressing rhythmically on her chest before tilting her head back to breathe air into her lungs. Between compressions, I used her phone to call emergency

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services, barking our location into the device before returning to my desperate efforts.

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“Olivia! Wake up!” I demanded, continuing compressions. My usual composure cracked as I struggled to find a pulse. “Olivia Winters! You can’t be like this, do you hear me!”

My voice broke with an emotion I hadn’t expected to feel–raw fear at the thought of losing her. This woman, another man’s mate, had somehow become important to me in ways I couldn’t fully comprehend.

I continued CPR relentlessly, refusing to give up. “Breathe, damn it! Breathe!”

After what felt like an eternity, she convulsed suddenly, water spewing from her mouth as her body fought for air. Relief flooded through me as she coughed weakly, though her eyes remained closed.

In the distance, I heard sirens approaching. Help was coming.

I gathered her cold body against mine, trying to share my warmth. “Hold on, Olivia,” I whispered against her wet hair. “Just hold on.”

The ambulance arrived minutes later, paramedics rushing down the embankment with a stretcher. They worked quickly, wrapping Olivia in thermal blankets and attaching monitoring equipment before loading her into the vehicle.

“I’m coming with her,” I stated, my tone leaving no room for argument.

The paramedic nodded, recognizing my authority as an Alpha. I climbed into the ambulance, my clothes soaked and dripping, my focus entirely on Olivia’s pale face as the vehicle sped toward Silvercrest Pack Medical Den.

Throughout the journey, I held her cold hand in mine, willing warmth and life back into her. The paramedics worked efficiently around me, administering oxygen and monitoring her vital signs.

When we arrived at the medical den, a team of healers was waiting, alerted by my urgent call. They whisked Olivia away on the stretcher, leaving me standing in the corridor, water pooling around my feet.

A nurse approached with dry clothes and a blanket. “Alpha Blackwood, you should change before you catch a chill.”

I barely heard her, my eyes fixed on the doors through which they had taken Olivia. “How long until I know something?”

“Dr. Fletcher is with her now,” the nurse replied gently. “He’s our best healer. Please, change

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your clothes while you wait.”

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I accepted the items mechanically, retreating to a nearby bathroom to change. The dry clothes. did little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones–a chill that had nothing to do with the

river water.

When I emerged, Thomas Griffin had arrived with fresh clothes from my own wardrobe. I nodded my thanks but remained silent, taking a seat in the waiting area, my eyes never leaving the treatment room doors.

“Alpha, what happened?” Thomas asked quietly.

“She tried to kill herself,” I replied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “She jumped into the

river.”

Thomas’s expression remained neutral, but I sensed his surprise. “The Luna of Silvercrest

Pack?”

“Former Luna,” I corrected automatically, though the distinction seemed meaningless now. “She’s been through hell, Thomas. Her daughter died, her mate abandoned her, and now Matriarch Evelyn is gone too.”

My fists clenched as I thought of Ethan Stone’s treatment of Olivia. The man had everything I had ever wanted–a true mate, a daughter of his own blood–and he had thrown it away for

Victoria Frost.

The treatment room doors finally opened, and Dr. Marcus Fletcher emerged. I was on my feet instantly, crossing the space between us in three long strides.

“How is she?” I demanded, gripping the healer’s arm, my voice betraying more emotion than I intended.

Dr. Fletcher’s expression was grave. “We’ve stabilized her physically. Her werewolf healing abilities helped purge the water from her lungs.”

Relief washed over me, but it was short–lived as I noted the doctor’s hesitation.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I pressed.

Dr. Fletcher sighed. “Physically, she’ll recover. But mentally…” He shook his head. “She’s not responding to stimuli. It’s as if she’s retreated deep within herself.”

As if on cue, the doors opened again, and a nurse wheeled Olivia out on a hospital bed. My heart sank at the sight of her. Though dry and wrapped in blankets, her face remained ashen, her emerald eyes closed. She looked peaceful, but it was the peace of someone who had

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given up.

I moved to her side, taking her hand in mine. It was still cold despite the warm blankets.

“What does this mean?” I asked, my voice low.

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Dr. Fletcher’s expression was sympathetic. “It means that although we’ve revived her body, her

will to live is gone. She’s retreated so deeply within herself that she might never resurface.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I stared down at Olivia’s still form, trying to reconcile

this broken woman with the fierce, protective mother I had come to admire.

“There must be something you can do,” I insisted, my grip tightening on her hand.

“We’ll continue to monitor her and provide supportive care,” Dr. Fletcher replied. “But

ultimately, the decision to return must be hers.”

I looked down at Olivia’s face, peaceful in its emptiness. What could have driven such a strong woman to such despair? What had happened after Matriarch Evelyn’s funeral to push her over the edge?

“I’ll stay with her,” I decided, pulling a chair close to her bedside.

Dr. Fletcher nodded. “I’ll have a private room prepared.”

As the nurse wheeled Olivia toward the room, I followed, still holding her cold hand in mine. My heart ached with a mixture of emotions I hadn’t expected to feel for another man’s wife.