Chapter 135: Painful Revelations 

Chapter 135: Painful Revelations 

(James’s POV) 

“Ethan Stone, don’t touch Olivia!” I shouted, my eyes flashing with protective fury. He didn’t 

deserve to touch her, not after everything he’d put her through. 

The tavern had gone completely silent. Every wolf present could sense the dangerous tension 

between us. Ethan’s amber eyes narrowed, his Alpha presence filling the room like a physical 

force. 

“This doesn’t concern you, Knight,” he growled, taking another step toward Olivia. 

I positioned myself between them, my wolf rising to the surface. “The hell it doesn’t.” 

Two years ago, I’d received a call that still haunted my nightmares. Olivia’s voice, barely 

audible through her tears, saying goodbye. I’d found her on the banks of Silvermoon River, her 

wrists slashed with a silver–edged blade. 

The memory fueled my rage now. I’d watched her suffer through Lily’s illness while Ethan 

paraded around with Victoria and Emma. I’d seen her break when her daughter died. And I’d 

been the one to find her when she couldn’t take the pain anymore. 

“You abandoned her when she needed you most,” I snarled, grabbing another bottle from the 

bar. “You don’t get to claim her now.” 

Ethan’s security team moved forward, but he held up his hand, stopping them. His eyes never 

left mine. 

“She’s my mate,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “Step aside.” 

Instead, I swung the bottle, aiming for his head. He blocked it with his forearm, the glass shattering against his wrist. Blood dripped onto the floor, but he barely seemed to notice. 

His fist connected with my jaw, sending me staggering backward. I tasted blood but recovered quickly, lunging at him again. 

Ethan could have seriously injured me – we both knew it. But something made him pull his punches. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and I knew he remembered Olivia’s plea years ago not to harm her only friend from the orphanage. 

“You don’t deserve her,” I spat, blood trickling from my split lip. 

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I grabbed Olivia’s arm, pulling up her sleeve to reveal the scarred skin beneath. The permanent marks that even enhanced werewolf healing couldn’t erase completely. 

“Look at what you’ve driven her to!” I shouted, forcing him to see the evidence of her desperation. “These scars will never fully heal. She wanted to die so badly she made sure 

nothing could save her.” 

Ethan’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze fixed on the silvery lines crisscrossing her wrists. For a 

moment, his mask slipped, revealing something that looked almost like pain. 

“Let her go, Ethan,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Haven’t you done enough?” 

Olivia swayed beside me, the alcohol and emotional exhaustion taking their toll. Her emerald 

eyes were unfocused, tears streaming down her face. 

“If her mother dies while you’re playing these power games, we’ll lose her forever this time,” I 

warned, my grip tightening protectively around her shoulders. 

Ethan’s jaw clenched, his Alpha authority radiating outward as he signaled to his security 

team. “Restrain him.” 

Two burly wolves grabbed my arms, pulling me away from Olivia. I struggled against their grip, 

watching helplessly as Ethan lifted Olivia’s limp form into his arms. 

“This isn’t over!” I shouted as he carried her toward the door. “She’ll never forgive you for this!” 

Ethan paused, looking back at me with cold determination. “She doesn’t have to forgive me. 

She just has to live.” 

(Olivia’s POV) 

I woke to the gentle motion of a car, my head pounding and stomach churning. Through blurry 

vision, I recognized the interior of Ethan’s Maybach. 

“Pull over,” I mumbled, feeling bile rise in my throat. 

Ethan glanced at me, then immediately signaled to his driver. The car had barely stopped when I flung the door open, falling to my knees on the roadside. 

The moonlight illuminated my hands as I braced myself against the ground, vomiting 

violently. My sleeves had ridden up, exposing the scars that I usually kept hidden. 

When the heaving finally stopped, I became aware of Ethan standing beside me, his eyes fixed 

on my wrists. I yanked my sleeves down, but it was too late. He had seen them clearly now. 

“Get back in the car,” he said quietly. 

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I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, glaring up at him. “Go to hell.” 

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Despite my defiance, I had no choice but to comply. My mother’s surgery depended on his 

approval, and we both knew it. 

Once we were moving again, Ethan broke the silence. “When did you do it?” 

His voice was unnaturally controlled, as if he was struggling to maintain his composure. 

“What does it matter to you?” I laughed bitterly. “You were too busy taking Emma to 

Enchanted Kingdom while our daughter was dying.” 

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The memory still cut like a knife. Lily’s birthday wish had been so simple to visit the theme park with her father. Instead, Ethan had taken Victoria’s daughter there, posting pictures on 

social media for everyone to see. 

“You have no right to question my choices,” I continued, my voice cold. “Not when you made 

yours so clear.” 

Ethan’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the armrest. “Answer the question, Olivia.” 

“Two years ago,” I replied flatly. “After Lily’s funeral. After you had me thrown in jail for slapping your precious Victoria.” 

His jaw tightened visibly. “James found you.” 

It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway. “Yes. He’s the only one who bothered to look.” 

Ethan fell silent, his amber eyes unreadable in the dim light of the car. I turned away, pressing 

my forehead against the cool window. 

“Don’t pretend you care now,” I whispered, closing my eyes against fresh tears. 

Back at Ethan’s residence, a sudden, sharp pain doubled me over. I clutched my abdomen, 

gasping as cramps tore through me. 

“What’s wrong?” Ethan demanded, his hand on my shoulder. 

I shook my head, unable to speak through the pain. I’d been drinking special herbal tea for 

days, deliberately triggering my cycle early. It was a desperate measure to keep Ethan at bay, 

but I hadn’t anticipated how severe the side effects would be. 

“I need my medication,” I managed to say, fumbling in my purse. 

Ethan found the pills and handed them to me with a glass of water. I swallowed them quickly, then curled into a ball on the couch, waiting for the pain to subside. 

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To my surprise, Ethan sat beside me, placing his warm hands over my abdomen. The heat 

from his palms provided some relief, but the cramps only intensified. 

“This isn’t normal,” he said, concern evident in his voice. “I’m taking you to the medical den.” 

Before I could protest, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the car. I was in too much 

pain to fight him, my body trembling uncontrollably. 

At the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, Dr. Rebecca Winters examined me with professional 

efficiency. Her expression grew increasingly stern as she completed her assessment. 

“What did you take?” she asked bluntly once Ethan had stepped out of the room. 

I hesitated, then admitted the truth. She shook her head, her professional demeanor slipping. 

“This herbal mixture is harmful,” she explained sternly. “Using it to manipulate your cycle 

could permanently damage your reproductive system.” 

I looked away, unable to meet her disapproving gaze. “I didn’t have a choice.” 

“There are always choices,” she replied, preparing an injection to ease my pain. “Just not 

always good ones.” 

As she administered the medication, I noticed Ethan standing in the doorway, his expression 

darkening as he overheard our conversation. Dr. Winters finished her treatment and left, giving 

Ethan a respectful nod as she passed. 

He entered the room slowly, his anger evident in every controlled movement. “You deliberately 

harmed yourself to avoid me.” 

It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t answer. The medication was beginning to take effect, dulling 

the sharp edges of my pain. 

“If you ever do something like this again,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “I will cancel your mother’s surgery permanently.” 

My eyes snapped to his, filled with hatred. “You’re a monster.” 

“You’re not only harming yourself but risking our future,” he continued, ignoring my insult. “I 

won’t allow it.” 

I laughed weakly, the sound hollow and bitter. “What future? You threw that away when you 

chose Victoria and Emma over Lily and me.” 

His expression remained impassive, but something flickered in his amber eyes. “You have no 

idea what you’re talking about.” 

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“Then enlighten me,” I challenged. “Why keep chasing what you threw away? Victoria is right 

there, waiting for you with open arms.” 

Ethan moved closer, his tall frame looming over my hospital bed. “Because you’re mine.” 

Those three words, spoken with such cold finality, sent a chill down my spine. There was no 

emotion in them, just the statement of what he considered an irrefutable fact. 

Dr. Harold Bennett entered with a syringe containing a sedative. I didn’t resist as he 

administered it, welcoming the oblivion it promised, 

As consciousness began to slip away, I felt Ethan’s fingers on my wrist, gently tracing the 

scars that marked my darkest moment. His touch was surprisingly tender, at odds with the 

hardness in his eyes. 

(Victoria’s POV) 

I was reviewing Emma’s school reports when my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but 

something compelled me to answer. 

“Hello, Victoria,” came a sinister voice that made my blood run cold. “I’ve been released from 

Moonstone County Correctional Facility.” 

My hand trembled as I clutched the phone tighter. “Connor Blackthorn,” I whispered, 

recognizing the voice immediately. 

Two years ago, I had manipulated him into sabotaging Olivia’s car, convincing him that she was responsible for his dismissal from Dr. Rebecca Winters‘ father’s care. The plan had been for her to have an “accident” – nothing fatal, just enough to keep her away from Ethan for a 

while.