Chapter 121: Blood and Betrayal 

Chapter 121: Blood and Betrayal 

(Olivia’s POV)‘ 

Blood immediately soaked his white shirt, spreading like a crimson flower blooming in the 

moonlight. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, but I felt no remorse–only a hollow ache 

where my heart used to be. 

Tears streamed down my face as I 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?” I 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 

me to Sacred Moonlight Cemetery with promises of returning Lily’s urn. The way she dangled 

the Moonwood Ceremonial Urn before me, forcing me to kowtow until my forehead bled. 

“You redirected Lily’s kidney donor to Emma,” I hissed, twisting the knife again. “Our daughter. 

died while you were comforting another woman’s child!” 

I knew Victoria had orchestrated this confrontation, hoping I would kill Ethan and then myself.” She wanted me broken beyond repair, driven to suicide by the weight of my actions. 

But something in me refused to surrender completely to despair. The empty urn I still clutched 

in my left hand reminded me of what I had lost–what had been taken from me. 

“Tell me it’s not true,” I pleaded, my emerald eyes searching his face for any sign of denial. 

“Tell me Victoria lied.” 

I desperately wanted him to deny it, to tell me it 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!” I screamed, my fingers tightening around the knife handle. 

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Ethan’s eyes met mine, and in that moment, I 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 hit me like a physical blow. My legs nearly gave out beneath me as the last 

shred of hope died in my chest. 

“You chose Emma over Lily,” I whispered, my voice hollow with disbelief. “You let our daughter 

die.” 

Ethan reached for me with blood–stained hands. “Olivia, please… I was wrong. So wrong.” 

“Don’t touch me!” I 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. 

I 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, I couldn’t bring 

myself to strike again. 

“I wish I could take it back,” Ethan gasped, pressing his hand against the wound. “Every day 

since Lily died, I’ve wished I 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 I 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 for me again, 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.” 

I remained motionless, tears streaming down my face as I 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. I 

watched him bleeding, silently willing him to die. 

(Maxwell’s POV) 

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 instructed me to 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. 

I checked my watch again, then made a decision. Using my security code, I let myself into the 

manor. 

The moment I stepped inside, the strong scent of blood hit me like a physical blow. My wolf 

immediately went on high alert, hackles raised. 

“Alpha?” I called out, moving quickly through the entrance hall. 

The metallic scent grew stronger as I approached the main living area. When I rounded the 

corner, the sight before me made me freeze 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!” I 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. 

I 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. 

I pulled out my phone and dialed the pack medical team. “Emergency at Moonlight Manor,” I barked. “Alpha Ethan is down with a silver wound. Send healers immediately.” 

While waiting for the medical team, I pressed my hands against Alpha Ethan’s wound, trying to slow the bleeding. Mrs. Stone remained motionless, seemingly in shock. 

“Mrs. Stone,” I tried again. “Are you hurt?” 

She finally looked at me, her eyes focusing slightly. “He let Lily die,” she whispered. “He chose 

Emma over our daughter.” 

Before I could respond, the medical team burst through the door. Dr. Harold Bennett led the 

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team, his experienced eyes quickly assessing the situation. 

“Get him stabilized for transport,” Dr. Bennett ordered his team. “The silver is preventing 

healing. We need to flush the wound immediately.” 

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As they worked on Alpha Ethan, I noticed his eyes flutter open. Despite his weakened state, 

his voice carried the unmistakable command of an Alpha. 

“Maxwell,” he rasped. “Don’t call the Enforcers.” 

Dr. Bennett looked up sharply. “Alpha, this is an attempted murder-” 

“No,” Ethan interrupted, his voice weak but firm. “Olivia is innocent. This stays within the pack. 

Absolute secrecy.” 

The medical team exchanged glances but knew better than to question a direct order from 

their Alpha. 

“Maxwell,” Ethan continued, his voice fading as the sedatives took effect. “Call Lucas 

Blackwood. Tell him to take care of Olivia.” 

His eyes closed as he slipped into unconsciousness, leaving me with the impossible task of explaining this situation to one of the most powerful Alphas in the Northern Territory. 

I looked at Mrs. Stone, still sitting in shock with blood drying on her hands, and wondered what could have possibly happened to bring them to this point. 

(Victoria’s POV) 

The moment Olivia pushed me, I knew I was in trouble. My designer heels were completely unsuited for the uneven cemetery ground, and I felt myself losing balance. 

“You b***h!” I screamed, arms flailing as I tried to regain my footing. 

In my panic, my foot connected with the stupid urn I’d been taunting her with. The cracked container rolled toward the edge of the rocky outcrop, and to my horror, I followed it. 

The ground disappeared beneath me, and for one terrifying moment, I was falling through open air. My stomach lurched as gravity pulled me down. 

By some miracle, my hand caught a protruding tree branch growing from the side of the outcrop. The sudden stop nearly dislocated my shoulder, but I clung to it desperately. 

“Help!” I screamed, looking up at the edge where Olivia stood. “Olivia, help me!” 

But she wasn’t even looking at me. Her attention was fixed on the scattered ashes being carried away by the night breeze, her face a mask of devastation. 

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My grip on the branch was precarious at best. My manicured nails dug into the rough bark, 

breaking one by one as I struggled to hold on. 

“Please!” I called again, but Olivia had already turned away, clutching the empty urn to her 

chest. 

The branch creaked ominously under my weight. I tried to swing my legs up to find purchase 

on the rock face, but the movement only weakened my grip further. 

My last fingernail broke, and I felt myself falling again. This time, there was nothing to catch 

1. me. 

The impact when I hit the ground knocked the breath from my lungs. A searing pain shot 

through my lower back, so intense that black spots danced before my eyes. 

I tried to move, to call for help, but my body wouldn’t respond. The last thing I saw before 

consciousness slipped away was the moon shining coldly above me, indifferent to my 

suffering. 

I don’t know how long I lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness. The cold night air 

chilled my body, making me shiver despite the numbness spreading through my limbs. 

Morning light was filtering through the trees when I heard voices approaching. 

“Oh my god, there’s someone down there!” a female voice called out. 

“Call emergency services!” a male voice responded. 

I tried to speak, to call for help, but only a weak moan escaped my lips. 

The next few hours passed in a blur of pain and confusion. Paramedics carefully stabilizing 

my neck and back. The jarring ambulance ride to Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Doctors 

hovering over me, their faces grim as they examined my injuries. 

When I finally regained full consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the smell. A foul, 

unwashed odor that assaulted my sensitive werewolf nose. 

I turned my head to see an elderly wolf in the bed next to mine, snoring loudly with his mouth 

open. 

“What is this?” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Why am I not in a private room?” 

A nurse approached, clipboard in hand. “Ms. Frost, you’re in the general ward. We’re at 

capacity with the full moon injuries.” 

“This is unacceptable!” I tried to sit up but found I couldn’t move my lower body. “Do you know 

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who I am? Call Alpha Stone immediately!” 

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The elderly wolf in the next bed woke up, glaring at me. “Keep it down, will ya? Some of us are 

trying to rest.” 

“How dare you speak to me that way?” I snarled, my wolf rising to the surface. “I am Victoria 

Frost, personal friend of Alpha King Ethan Stone!” 

“Don’t care if you’re the Moon Goddess herself,” the old wolf grumbled. “You’re making too 

much noise.” 

Rage boiled within me. I reached for the water glass on my bedside table, intending to throw it 

at him. 

That’s when I realized something was terribly wrong. I could move my arms, but below my 

waist… nothing. No sensation. No movement. 

“Nurse!” I called, panic rising in my throat. “Nurse, I can’t move my legs!”