Chapter 172: The Truth Revealed
Chapter 172: The Truth Revealed
(Dr. Harrison’s POV)
I ended the call with Alpha King Ethan Stone and immediately accelerated my vehicle, racing
toward the Healing Den. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I gripped the steering
wheel.
Evelyn Winters‘ condition had been stable following her surgery. The sudden news of her
shock was deeply alarming.
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“Damn it,” I muttered, weaving through traffic with the urgency of a healer who knew every
second counted.
Given her recent major operation and weakened wolf, a shock could prove fatal. If she survived, she might fall into a prolonged healing sleep from which she might never emerge.
My wolf pushed my senses to their limits, preparing for the critical intervention ahead. The scent of antiseptic and medicine still clung to my clothes from my previous rounds, a
constant reminder of my duty.
I couldn’t help but think about the timing. Something felt off about this sudden decline. Mrs. Winters had been recovering well, her vitals strong despite her age.
The tires screeched as I pulled into the medical den’s parking area, not bothering with proper
alignment. Every minute could alter the outcome.
I grabbed my emergency kit and ran toward the entrance, my wolf lending me speed that
made the world blur around me.
“Hold on, Mrs. Winters,” I whispered. “Just hold on.”
(Olivia’s POV)
I paced outside the Bloodrush Chamber, my footsteps echoing in the sterile corridor. Each minute felt like an eternity as I waited for news about my mother.
I had sent James Knight home to rest. He’d been by my side since my mother’s surgery, his
hazel eyes heavy with exhaustion despite his protests.
“I’ll take over Mom’s care in the morning,” I had insisted, practically pushing him toward the
door.
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The memory of receiving the call still felt like a physical blow. I had been at the market, purchasing moonflower tea to help my mother sleep, when my phone rang with the devastating news of her sudden decline.
My wolf whined anxiously beneath my skin, sensing my distress. The monthly cycle weakening my body didn’t help matters.
+25 Points >
Finally, the door opened. Dr. Harrison Fletcher emerged, his face grave, confirming my worst fears before he even spoke.
“Ms. Winters,” he began, his voice gentle but clinical.
The world tilted around me. My legs gave way as darkness crowded the edges of my vision.
My wolf retreated deep within me, overwhelmed by shock. I felt myself falling, unable to process what was happening.
Through the haze, I heard Sarah Jenkins ask, “How is Mrs. Winters, doctor?”
Dr. Fletcher’s voice seemed to come from far away. “I’ve managed to save her life, but I’m
afraid the prolonged shock has likely left her in a healing coma. Given her age and condition…
she might never wake up.”
A familiar scent suddenly filled my nostrils – pine and amber, the unmistakable presence of
Ethan Stone. He had arrived just in time to hear the devastating news.
Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor. Through blurry vision, I saw Ethan’s amber eyes,
filled with concern as he lifted me gently.
“Olivia,” he murmured, his Alpha voice rumbling through his chest.
His wolf curled protectively around mine, an instinctive response to a mate in distress, despite
our estrangement. I was too weak to push him away.
Dr. Fletcher’s voice floated above me. “She’s weakened by her monthly cycle. Let’s get her to a
room while I arrange Mrs. Winters‘ transfer.”
I felt myself being carried, Ethan’s heartbeat steady against my ear. The scent of moonberry herbal tea reached me as Dr. Fletcher administered something to ease my discomfort.
“Her hands are ice cold,” Ethan said, his voice tight with worry.
Through half–closed eyes, I watched him tenderly wipe sweat from my forehead. His large hand enveloped mine, warming my cold fingers.
Despite everything between us, his touch was gentle. His lips pressed softly against my
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forehead, his wolf seeking to comfort mine.
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I wanted to resist, to remind myself of all the pain he had caused, but exhaustion claimed me before I could form the words.
(Sarah’s POV).
I slipped into the Emergency Escape Corridor, my heart hammering against my ribs. My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone, checking that no one had followed me.
Fifty thousand dollars. The number danced in my mind, intoxicating in its promise.
It was a fortune for someone like me – a human working among werewolves. It would take
years of back–breaking work to earn that much legitimately.
I wasn’t the first care worker to take such shortcuts. Make it look like an accident, that’s what
Victoria had said. No one would suspect a thing.
I dialed Victoria’s number, glancing nervously over my shoulder. “It’s done,” I whispered when
she answered.
“Are you certain?” Victoria’s voice was cold, calculating.
“Yes. She’s in a coma. Her wolf is too old and weak to heal the damage from oxygen deprivation.”
I heard Victoria’s satisfied exhale. “Good. The money will be in your account by morning.”
“What if they suspect something?” I asked, anxiety creeping into my voice.
“They won’t. You made it look like an accident, didn’t you?”
I nodded, though she couldn’t see me. “Yes. I stayed downwind so they couldn’t catch my
scent.”
“Perfect. Now act normal. Pretend you’re devastated.”
The call ended, and I leaned against the wall, letting the reality of what I’d done sink in. The initial guilt I’d felt had faded, overshadowed by thoughts of what I could do with such a large
sum.
“It’s not my fault,” I muttered to myself. “That Qlivia Winters is so stingy with her tips anyway. And the old woman was already sick.”
I straightened my uniform and applied scent–neutralizing lotion to mask any lingering anxiety. Taking a deep breath, I composed my features into an expression of appropriate grief.
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Time to return to the ward and play my part.
(Olivia’s POV)
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I awakened to the steady beep of monitors. For a moment, I was disoriented, then the doctor’s
words came rushing back.
“Mom,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face as I looked at her unconscious form.
She lay still, connected to life support, her wolf barely perceptible beneath her pale skin. The
sight broke something inside me.
A warm hand touched my shoulder. I turned to see Ethan watching me, his amber eyes filled
with concern.
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“Don’t,” I said, pushing his hand away. My wolf was still wary of his touch, despite his recent
acts of kindness.
The door opened, and Sarah entered, her face a mask of concern. “Oh, Ms. Winters, you’re
awake! How are you feeling?”
I stared at her, my emerald eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What happened to my mother?
She was stable when I left.”
Sarah’s expression shifted to one of hurt. “I don’t know! I was just doing my job, checking her
vitals like I always do.”
“You were the only one with her,” I pressed, my voice hardening.
“Are you accusing me of something?” Sarah’s voice rose indignantly. “First the lamp, now this? Maybe I should just quit if you don’t trust me!”
Something in her performance felt off. I remembered the Concealed Pinhole Surveillance
Camera James had insisted on installing after the first “accident” with the Fallen Bedside
Lamp.
“My phone,” I said, turning to Ethan. “Give me my phone.”
He handed it to me without question. I quickly installed the surveillance monitoring app, my fingers trembling with urgency.
Sarah continued her act, gathering her belongings. “I don’t need this kind of treatment. I’ve
been nothing but dedicated to your mother’s care!”
The video loaded on my screen. My body began to tremble with rage as I watched Sarah deliberately disconnect my mother’s oxygen, then stand back and observe her struggle to
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breathe.
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My wolf surged beneath my skin, protective fury making my vision sharpen. I felt Ethan move
closer, looking over my shoulder at the damning evidence.
His face darkened, amber eyes flashing with Alpha rage. “Sarah,” he growled, the sound freezing the woman in her tracks.
She turned slowly, her face paling as she saw our expressions. She collapsed to her knees, suddenly aware she was trapped in a room with two enraged werewolves.
“I–I didn’t… it wasn’t…” she stammered.
“We have it on video,” I said, my voice deadly calm as I turned the phone toward her. “You deliberately disconnected her oxygen and watched her suffer.”
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Sarah lunged forward, trying to snatch the phone from my hand. Ethan moved with lightning speed, intercepting her before she could reach me.
I grabbed her wrist, applying just enough pressure to make her wince. “Who put you up to this?
Who paid you to hurt my mother?”
Ethan’s brow furrowed in confusion, then understanding dawned. “You think someone ordered
this?”
“Of course someone did,” I snapped. “She has no personal motive.”
“Victoria was at Rosewood Haven,” Ethan said defensively. “She couldn’t have been involved.”
Sarah’s eyes darted between us, sensing Ethan’s protectiveness toward Victoria. For a moment, I thought she would remain silent.
I tightened my grip on her wrist, ignoring Ethan. “Tell me who paid you, or I swear by the Moon Goddess, I will make you regret it.”
My wolf’s growl rumbled in my throat, making Sarah tremble with primal fear. Humans might
not have wolves, but they instinctively recognized the threat.
Ethan stepped forward, his expression conflicted. He could see my determination, and
something in his eyes told me he feared for my already fragile state.
With deliberate slowness, he placed his foot on Sarah’s instep, applying just enough pressure
to make her cry out.
“Tell her,” he commanded, his Alpha voice impossible to resist.
Sarah broke, tears streaming down her face as she gasped: “It was Ms. Frost!”
