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Chapter 196: Shattered Illusions 

Chapter 196: Shattered Illusions 

(Ethan’s POV) 

The world around me crumbled into dust. Every certainty I’d built my life upon disintegrated in an instant. 

“Orange Mom?” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them, barely a whisper. 

Evelyn Winters–the woman who had saved me, comforted me, protected me when I was at my most vulnerable–stood before me. Her eyes, so like Olivia’s, held none of the warmth I remembered from my 

childhood. 

“Ethan Stone, don’t call me that,” she said, her voice cutting through me like a silver blade. “You are not 

worthy!” 

Each word was a physical blow. My wolf whined pitifully beneath my skin, recognizing the truth even as I 

struggled to process it. 

“But you…” I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. Memories flooded back–nights spent in her small cottage, trembling from nightmares, her gentle hands stroking my hair as she sang that lullaby. 

“I saved your life once,” Evelyn continued, her voice cold with contempt. “And how did you repay me? By destroying my daughter’s.” 

My chest constricted painfully. The contrast between the motherly warmth in my memories and her current indifference was unbearable. 

“I promised…” I whispered, more to myself than to her. “I promised to protect you both.” 

The vow I’d made as a child echoed in my mind: to cherish and protect my Orange Mom and Little Orange. To love, mark, and spoil her for a lifetime. 

But I had failed. Catastrophically. 

My gaze shifted to Olivia–my true Little Orange–standing beside her mother, her emerald eyes filled with hatred. The scent of sunshine and citrus that had always drawn me to her suddenly made perfect sense. 

All these years, I had mistaken Victoria for my Little Orange. The magnitude of my error crushed me like a physical weight. 

Memories assaulted me in rapid succession. Every time Victoria had come to me crying about Olivia. Every time I’d sided with her without question. Every time I’d dismissed Olivia’s pain, her explanations, her pleas. 

My wolf had been conditioned to believe that Little Orange was the best she–wolf in the world. That she cc 

do no wrong. 

“She can’t be lying,” I’d told myself countless times. “Little Orange would never lie to me.” 

But it wasn’t Victoria I’d been protecting. It was an illusion. A carefully crafted deception. 

And because of that blind faith, I had hurt Olivia. Repeatedly. Cruelly. 

The pain was overwhelming–so intense it felt like I was suffocating. My wolf paced anxiously beneath my skin, desperate to howl its anguish. 

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I had failed the woman who saved my life. I had failed her daughter–my true mate, my true Little Orange. 

I had failed our daughter, Lily. 

The thought of Lily sent a fresh wave of agony through me. Our beautiful daughter, who had died while I was busy pampering Victoria and Emma. Who had spent her final days asking for a father who never came. 

Slowly, I turned to look at Olivia again. The she–wolf I had always been drawn to, even as I tried to suppress 

those feelings out of misplaced loyalty to my supposed Little Orange. 

Now, understanding that Olivia was the true Little Orange all along, all the emotions I’d kept locked away surged to the surface. My amber eyes gazed at her with deep, unrestrained affection, my wolf yearning to 

connect with its true mate. 

But I was met with icy hatred. Her emerald eyes, once so full of love for me, now held nothing but contempt. 

This coldness wasn’t unfamiliar–ever since Lily’s death, Olivia had looked at me this way–but never had it cut so deeply. The chasm between us felt insurmountable. 

I was paralyzed by the weight of the distance between us and the pain of my failures. My wolf whimpered with shared grief. 

Then, as the full reality of Victoria’s deception hit me, my anguish transformed into fury. 

I turned to Victoria, who sat pale and trembling in her wheelchair. Her eyes widened as she saw my expression–one of pure, murderous hatred. 

For the first time, genuine fear crossed her face. Her wolf cowered beneath her skin, sensing the danger radiating from me. 

She looked like she wanted to flee, but instead, she straightened her shoulders and composed her features. Even now, she was calculating, manipulating. 

“Ethan,” she began, her voice trembling with perfectly calibrated emotion. “Please, let me explain.” 

(Victoria’s POV) 

I could see the murderous rage in Ethan’s eyes, but I refused to give up. I had spent too many years building this life to let it slip away now. 

“I found the jade pendant when I was seven,” I said, forcing tears into my eyes. “I didn’t know what it meant at 

first.” 

My wolf projected distress pheromones, a trick that had always worked on Ethan before. 

“When you saw me wearing it and called me Little Orange, I was confused,” I continued, my voice breaking strategically. “But you were so kind to me, so protective.” 

I reached for his hand, but he jerked away as if my touch burned him. 

“I wanted to tell you the truth,” I pleaded. “But I was afraid. And then, as time passed, it became harder and harder to confess.” 

I glanced at Olivia, then back to Ethan. “I was always going to return the identity if the real Little Orange appeared. I swear it!” 

A cold laugh cut through my performance. Evelyn Winters was staring at me with contempt. 

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“Did you really mean to return the identity?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. When you found our the truth from my mouth, you tried to kill me by pushing me down the Moonlit Hospital Stairwel 

My wolf retreated deeper within me, sensing the danger of exposure. I hadn’t expected Evelyn to recover, let 

alone remember that incident. 

“That’s not true!” I cried desperately. “I would never do such a thing 

I turned back to Ethan, whose amber eyes had darkened with fury. 

“Ethan, please,” I begged. “You know me. You’ve known me for over a decade. Are you going to believe a woman you barely remember from your childhood over me?” 

I crawled from my wheelchair to his feet, sobbing and clutching at his trouser leg. After so many years together, surely he would choose me over a half–year connection from his childhood. 

“I love you,” I whispered, reaching up to him. “Everything I did, I did for us. For our future.” 

I pulled myself up, intending to throw myself into his arms–to remind him of all the times he had held me, comforted me, protected me. 

(Ethan’s POV) 

She reached out, her fingers brushing against my leg. The touch sent revulsion coursing through me. Without thinking, I lifted my foot and kicked her hard. My amber eyes blazed with Alpha fury, my wolf surging to the surface in a protective rage for my true mate and the mother who had saved me. 

The force of the kick sent Victoria sprawling across the parking lot pavement. Her wolf whimpered in pain and submission as she landed in an undignified heap. 

The gathered pack members watched in stunned silence as I finally turned against the she–wolf I had protected for so long. The pack bonds hummed with the shock of this dramatic reversal. 

“Don’t touch me,” I growled, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Victoria stared up at me, her face a mask of disbelief and terror. For the first time, she was seeing me as i truly was–not as the Alpha she could manipulate, but as the enemy she had created through her own 

deception. 

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