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Chapter 29: Blood Trails

(Olivia’s POV)

Victoria’s triumphant smirk burned into me as she glided past on Ethan’s arm. Their perfect silhouettes disappeared through the grand entrance of the Howling Moon Grand Hotel, leaving me standing alone in the downpour.

Rain cascaded down my face, mingling with tears I refused to acknowledge. My Vintage Moonlight Gown, once a source of pride, now clung to my skin like a cold, heavy shroud.

I remained rooted to the spot, water pooling around my feet. The security guards exchanged uncomfortable glances but maintained their positions

“Ma’am, you should find shelter,” one of them suggested, his voice barely audible over the drumming rain.

I shook my head. Tm waiting for Alpha Blackwood.”

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. My teeth began to chatter as the cold seeped through my soaked gown into my bones. Still, I stood my ground.

“Mrs. Winters.”

I turned to find Maxwell Chen approaching, his expression professionally neutral as he extended an umbrella over my head. The sudden reprieve from the rain felt like a small mercy.

“Alpha Stone has instructed me to offer you transportation back to Maple Grove,” he said formally.

I lifted my chin, summoning what dignity I could muster while dripping wet. “That won’t be necessary. I’m waiting for someone.”

Maxwell’s eyebrow twitched slightly. The Alpha insists.”

“And I refuse,” I replied, my voice surprisingly steady. “Please thank your Alpha for his belated concern.”

Maxwell hesitated, clearly torn between his orders and my stubborn refusal. With a sigh, he pulled out his

phone and stepped away.

I could hear his murmured conversation despite the rain. “Sir, she’s refusing to leave… Yes, I explained… She

says she’s waiting for someone… Understood.”

He returned, his expression unchanged. “Alpha Stone says you’re free to catch pneumonia if that’s your preference.”

With that, he retracted the umbrella and walked away, leaving me once again exposed to the elements. The

cold intensified, seeping deeper into my body until my limbs felt numb and heavy.

Still, I waited.

The grand hotel doors opened and closed as guests arrived and departed. Each time, I straightened, hoping to see Lucas Blackwood’s imposing figure.

My patience was finally rewarded when a tall man in an impeccable gray suit emerged from the hotel. Even from a distance, Lucas Blackwood’s commanding presence was unmistakable.

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I rushed forward, calling his name. My numbed legs betrayed me, and I stumbled on the slick pavement.

Strong hands caught me before I could fall. The sudden contact sent a jolt through my system – his warmth radiating against my chilled skin.

“Mrs. W

Winters,” Lucas said, his voice deep and concerned. “You’re freezing.”

I pulled away quickly, embarrassed by our proximity. “I apologize for the intrusion, Alpha Blackwood. I needed

to speak with you urgently.”

His penetrating gaze took in my soaked appearance and trembling form. Without a word, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

“My car is waiting.” he said, guiding me with gentle but firm pressure toward a sleek black vehicle idling at

the curb.

The interior of the car enveloped me in blessed warmth. Lucas slid in beside me and instructed his driver to

turn up the heat.

“Here,” he said, offering me a thermos from a compartment in the door. “It’s tea.”

I accepted gratefully, my hands shaking so badly I could barely unscrew the cap. The hot liquid burned my

throat in the most wonderful way, gradually restoring feeling to my extremities.

“Thank you,” I whispered, clutching the thermos like a lifeline.

I

Lucas waited patiently as I gathered my thoughts. The kindness in his eyes gave me courage.

“I need to borrow eighty thousand dollars, I blurted out, then winced at my directness. “I wouldn’t ask if it

wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

To my surprise, he didn’t seem shocked by my request. “May I ask what it’s for?”

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “Information about my daughter’s death. Information that could prove

someone deliberately prevented her from receiving a kidney transplant.”

Lucas’s expression darkened. “Victoria Frost.”

It wasn’t a question. I nodded slowly, wondering how he had made the connection so quickly.

Without another word, Lucas pulled out his phone and tapped the screen several times. “What’s your account

number?”

I stared at him, momentarily speechless. “You’re… you’re going to lend me the money? Just like that?”

A small smile touched his lips. “Consider it an investment in justice.”

Relief washed over me as I recited my account details. Within moments, my phone pinged with a transfer

notification.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

Lucas waved away my gratitude. “Now, tell me about this information.”

I quickly explained about Roland Warner and his claim regarding Lily’s redirected kidney do. As I spoke, I dialed Roland’s number to arrange an immediate meeting.

“I have the money” I told him when he answered. “Where can we meet?”

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“The alley behind Moonstone Dining Hall in thirty minutes,” Roland replied, his voice tense. “Come alone.”

I ended the call and looked at Lucas. “I need to go.”

“I’ll drive you,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

Twenty–five minutes later, we sat in Lucas’s car near the designated meeting spot. Rain continued to fall,

though less heavily now.

“He should be here by now” I said, checking the time nervously.

As if on cue, a phone rang from somewhere nearby. The sound echoed in the empty street, coming from an

alley to our right.

Lucas and I exchanged concerned glances. When the ringing stopped, a sense of foreboding settled over me.

“Stay here,” Lucas instructed, reaching for the door handle.

I ignored him, pushing my door open. Tm coming with you.”

The alley was poorly lit, shadows stretching across the wet pavement. We moved cautiously forward,

following the faint glow of a phone screen.

The sight that greeted us turned my blood to ice. Roland Warner lay sprawled on the ground, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. His phone lay beside his outstretched hand, the screen still illuminated from my

recent call.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, rushing to kneel beside him.

Roland’s eyes fluttered open at my approach, Blood bubbled from his lips as he tried to speak.

“Who did this to you?” I asked, pressing my hands against the wound in his abdomen.

Lucas was already on his phone, calling for an ambulance. Behind him, a man appeared – Lucas’s assistant.

who must have been following at a discreet distance

“Help me lift him,” Lucas commanded, and together they raised Roland slightly to apply pressure to the

wound

I fumbled with my phone, frantically accessing my banking app. Tm transferring the money now, Roland. Please, tell me who was responsible for redirecting Lily’s kidney donor.”

Roland’s bloodshot eyes focused on me with effort. “V–Victoria…” he began, blood spilling from his mouth

with each labored breath.

“Victoria Frost?” I pressed, desperate for confirmation. “She arranged for the kidney to go to Emma instead?”

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tried to nod, his body convulsing with a wet cough. More blood spattered across his shirt.

“Stay with me, Roland, I begged, showing him my phone screen. “Look, the transfer is complete. Tell me exactly what happened. I need proof.”

His lips moved, forming words I couldn’t hear. I leaned closer, straining to catch his whispered confession.

With a final, bloody cough, Roland’s eyes rolled back. His body went limp in Lucas’s arms

“No!” I cried, shaking his shoulder. “Roland, please!”

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as the ambulance approached. Within minutes, paramedics

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swarmed the alley, pushing us aside to work on Roland.

“Is he going to make it?” I asked one of them as they loaded him into the ambulance

“We’re doing everything we can,” was all she would say.

I turned to Lucas, panic rising in my chest. “I need to go with them. He’s the only one who knows the truth”

Lucas nodded, already guiding me toward his car. “We’ll follow them to the hospital

The next hours passed in an agonizing blur, I paced the hospital waiting room, ignoring the stares my

blood stained, still damp gown attracted

Lucas dealt with the police, his authoritative presence ensuring minimal questioning. When they finally left, he approached me with a shopping bag.

“My assistant brought these,” he said, offering the bag. “Dry clothes.”

I accepted gratefully, disappearing into a bathroom to change. The simple jeans and sweater felt like heaven against my skin after hours in the wet gown.

When I emerged, Lucas handed me a cup of steaming liquid. “Ginger tea from the cafeteria. It should help

with the chill.”

I wrapped my hands around the warm cup, my gaze fixed on the operating room doors. “Thank you.”

Lucas settled into the chair beside me, his calm presence anchoring me as we waited. Neither of us spoke, the silence between us surprisingly comfortable

Hours later, the operating room light finally switched off. I leapt to my feet as Dr. Marcus Fletcher emerged, his surgical mask hanging around his neck.