Chapter 175: The Unmasking
Chapter 175: The Unmasking
(Olivia’s POV)*
“Slap-”
The sound echoed through the hospital room as my hand connected with Ethan Stone’s face.
The force of my werewolf strength sent his head snapping to the side, a red mark blooming instantly on his cheek.
Ꭿ
My chest heaved with fury, my wolf snarling beneath my skin. How dare he still defend
Victoria after everything we’d just heard?
The care aide had confessed everything clearly, yet this blind Alpha couldn’t distinguish right
from wrong!
“Olivia!” Ethan’s voice held shock rather than anger, his amber eyes wide as he touched his
reddened cheek.
“Don’t you dare ‘Olivia‘ me,” I hissed, my emerald eyes flashing with my wolf’s rage.
Two years ago, he blindly shielded Victoria when she harmed Lily. Now, Victoria had nearly
killed my mother, leaving her in a vegetative state, and he was still defending her!
In his eyes, Lily and my mother’s lives were worthless. Only Victoria’s life mattered.
The thought of Lily, whose spirit couldn’t rest in peace, and my comatose mother fueled my
rage. One slap wasn’t enough.
“You need to calm down-” Ethan began, his Alpha voice firm.
“Calm down?” I cut him off, my voice rising with each word. “Ethan Stone, Victoria killed Lily
and now my mother is a vegetable because of her, and you want me to calm down?”
My hand rose again, the need to strike him overwhelming. My wolf was beyond reason, consumed by grief and rage.
“My mother must have been blind to save you, you ungrateful wretch!” I spat, tears burning in
my eyes.
My mother had saved him, only for him to protect the she–wolf who hurt her!
I swung my hand again, connecting with his face in another stinging slap. The sound cracked through the room like a whip.
< Chapter 175: The Unmasking
+25 Points >
Sarah Barnes, the care aide, pressed herself against the wall, clearly wishing she could
disappear. Her eyes were wide with fear at witnessing the Luna strike the Alpha King.
Victoria cowered behind Ethan, her performance of the terrified victim flawless as always. Her
wolf was projecting distress pheromones so strongly that they filled the entire room.
(Ethan’s POV)
Her words hit me harder than her slap. My mother saved me? What was she talking about?
Before I could process her meaning, Olivia’s hand connected with my face again, the
backhand slap catching me off guard.
My reflexes kicked in, my wolf surging as I grabbed her wrist with Alpha strength. The touch sent a jolt through me, a strange familiarity I couldn’t place.
A
“Olivia Winters, do you even know what you’re saying?” I demanded, my voice rough with
emotion.
Her emerald eyes burned with a conviction that shook me to my core. There was no deception
there, only raw, unfiltered truth and pain.
Victoria clutched my arm, releasing distressed pheromones that filled the room. Her wolf
whined pathetically, projecting vulnerability that called to my protective instincts.
“Ethan, you don’t actually believe her, do you?” Victoria cried, her voice trembling. “Little
Orange was so attached to her ‘Ice Block Brother, why wouldn’t she acknowledge you?”
Her fingers dug into my arm as she continued, her voice rising with desperation.
“If I were an imposter, why didn’t she expose me earlier? Why wait until now?”
Victoria turned to Olivia, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Olivia, are you taking Ethan
for a fool?”
I felt the tension in the room escalate. Victoria’s words were calculated, designed to sow
doubt.
Olivia’s emerald eyes flashed dangerously, her wolf bristling beneath her skin. “Because I lost my memory!” she retorted, her voice cracking with emotion.
The words hit me like a physical blow. Lost her memory? Could it be possible?
My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, uncertain and confused. Something about Olivia’s
rage felt familiar, like a distant memory struggling to surface.
Victoria clung to me tighter, her voice trembling as she pressed her advantage. “Olivia, do you
2/4
< Chapter 175: The Unmasking
+25 Points >
even believe what you’re saying? Is it really that coincidental? You’ve forgotten everything,
except for Ethan?”
She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. Her performance was flawless, hitting every emotional trigger that would resonate with my wolf.
“Ethan, Olivia knows Emma’s kidney transplant is failing,” Victoria continued, her voice
breaking. “She wants revenge on me and Emma, so she made up this lie about being Little
Orange.”
The mention of Emma’s condition made my heart clench. The young pup had been through so
much already.
“Without you, we can’t find a kidney donor, and Emma will die,” Victoria sobbed, clutching at my arm. “And if something happens to Emma, I won’t be able to live either!”
She dissolved into tears, her wolf projecting vulnerability pheromones throughout the medical
den. The scent was overwhelming, designed to trigger my protective instincts.
But something felt off. My wolf growled softly, sensing deception but unable to pinpoint its
source.
I looked at Olivia, whose face was flushed with anger and frustration. There was something in
her eyes–a truth that resonated with a part of me I’d long forgotten.
“That’s what Olivia wants!” Victoria cried, pointing an accusing finger. “She’ll stop at nothing
for revenge!”
Sarah Barnes, still pressed against the wall, watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Her
testimony about Victoria’s involvement in Evelyn’s condition weighed heavily on my mind.
For years, I’d believed Victoria was Little Orange, my childhood friend who had saved me
during the darkest period of my life.
But what if I’d been wrong?
The thought was almost too painful to consider. If Victoria wasn’t Little Orange, then who
was? And why had I been so blind?
I looked at Olivia, really looked at her. Her emerald eyes, the determined set of her jaw, the way
her wolf surged beneath her skin when she was angry–all of it felt achingly familiar.
Before, I wouldn’t have believed such an outlandish accusation. As Victoria said, it was too much of a coincidence. Amnesia, the timing of the accusation, everything.
Yet, a thought nagged at me, my wolf growing increasingly restless: What if Olivia was telling
3/4
< Chapter 175: The Unmasking
the truth? What if she was Little Orange?
+25 Points >
Despite knowing it was improbable, I found myself asking, my Alpha voice softening, “Olivia,
you say Victoria isn’t Little Orange, do you have any proof?”
Victoria gasped beside me, her grip on my arm tightening painfully. “Ethan! You can’t seriously
be considering this!”
ignored her, my focus entirely on Olivia. Something in her eyes called to my wolf, a
connection I couldn’t deny any longer.
Comments
.Ver anuncios (0/20) >
Vote
1.5K
4/4
