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Chapter 31: Kitchen Confrontation 

Chapter 31: Kitchen Confrontation 

(Olivia’s POV) 

After leaving the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, I took a taxi 

My phone rang, disrupting my thoughts. Eleanor Stone’s name flashed across the screen. 

I considered ignoring it but knew that would only make things worse. With a deep breath, I answered. 

“Olivia, you need to come to the Stone Estate immediately. We’re hosting a pack banquet tonight and we’re short–staffed,” Eleanor said without preamble, her voice sharp with command. 

I gritted my teeth. Despite being Ethan’s mate and technically the Luna of the pack, I was treated like a servant by his family. 

Im not feeling well,” I began, but Eleanor cut me off. 

“That’s not my problem. Just be here in thirty minutes.” 

In the background, I heard a familiar voice–Victoria’s honeyed tones asking Eleanor something about table settings. My blood ran cold. 

“T1l be there,” I said, my voice hardening with resolve. 

If Victoria was at the pack house, then that’s exactly where I needed to be. Roland Warner’s dying words echoed in my mind: “Victoria didn’t want to save her own daughter… She wanted Lily dead!” 

I flagged down another taxi, my hands shaking with anger and determination. This was my chance to observe Victoria up close after learning what she’d done to Lily. 

The drive to the Stone Estate felt both too long and too short. I rehearsed what I might say, how I might act, trying to prepare myself for seeing the woman who had murdered my daughter. 

The mansion came into view, its imposing structure looming against the darkening sky. Pack members and 

servants hurried about, preparing for the evening’s banquet. 

I paid the driver and stepped out, smoothing my simple dress. The contrast between my plain appearance and the grandeur around me was just another reminder of how I’d been pushed to the margins of pack life. 

Twenty–five minutes after Eleanor’s call, I stepped through the grand entrance of the Silvercrest Pack House. The manor was bustling with activity as servants prepared for the evening’s event. 

I paused in the doorway of the main sitting room, taking in the scene before me. Ethan sat in his favorite armchair, his powerful frame relaxed yet commanding. Victoria perched on the sofa beside him, laughing at something he’d said. 

Emma sat on the floor playing with toys, while Eleanor and Isabelle Stone watched her with doting expressions. They looked like the perfect family. 

My family. My place. My mate. 

The sight of them together sent a wave of nausea through me. How many times had I wished for such a scene with Lily? How many times had Ethan denied our daughter his presence? 

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Victoria noticed me first, her smile faltering slightly before returning with calculated warmth 

“Olivia! There you are,” she called, as if we were old friends: “We were just wondering where you’d been” 

I could see the triumph in her eyes. She thought she’d won everything – Ethan, the pack, her position as his 

chosen companion. 

Eleanor turned, her expression souring at the sight of me “Finally. The kitchen staff needs help” 

Her dismissive tone made my wolf bristle. I was Luna, not a kitchen maid, yet here I stood being ordered 

about by Ethan’s aunt. 

Ethan’s amber eyes met mine briefly before sliding away. His indifference cut deeper than any knife 

Isabelle smirked, leaning down to stroke Emma’s hair. “Emma has been asking about her daddy all day. haven’t you, sweetheart?” 

The little girl nodded, looking up at Ethan with adoring eyes. “Daddy promised to take me to Disney next 

week!” 

I froze, memories of Lily begging for the same treat flooding my mind. Ethan had always been too busy for our daughter, yet he made time for Emma without hesitation. 

The pain of this realization nearly brought me to my knees. Lily had asked for so little–just her father’s presence, his attention, his love. 

Victoria, noticing my reaction, twisted the knife deeper. “Speaking of children, where is your little girl today, Olivia? Lily, isn’t it? I haven’t seen her around lately.” 

The room fell silent. Eleanor and Isabelle exchanged knowing glances, while Ethan’s jaw tightened visibly. 

I could feel the weight of their stares, the cruel anticipation as they waited for me to 

howled inside me, demanding justice, demanding blood. 

Instead, I straightened my spine and walked directly to Ethan. 

break down. My wolf 

Without hesitation, I sat down on the arm of his chair and placed my hand over his. “You’re right, Victoria. Lily 

isn’t here anymore.” 

My voice remained steady even as rage boiled beneath the surface. Victoria had stolen my daughter’s chance at life, and here she sat, playing innocent. 

I felt Ethan stiffen beneath my touch but didn’t release his hand. Instead, I leaned closer, my thigh pressing against his shoulder in a deliberate display of intimacy. 

Victoria’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the sofa cushion. 

“Olivia,” Eleanor snapped, “the kitchen. Now” 

I smiled sweetly, giving Ethan’s hand a final squeeze before standing. “Of course, Eleanor. I know my place.” The double meaning wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. I might be sent to the kitchen, but I was still Ethan’s mate, his Luna. 

As I walked toward the door, I could feel Victoria’s cold gaze burning into my back. I kept my Roland Warner’s dying words giving me strength. 

head high, 

“I’ll take Victoria and Emma to see the new roses in the garden,” Isabelle offered, clearly trying to defuse the 

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tension. 

Ethan nodded, rising from his chair. “I have business to attend to anyway.” 

In the kitchen, I found myself alone. All other servants had been dismissed–Eleanor’s way of ensuring i understood my position in the pack hierarchy. 

I sighed, tying an apron around my waist. The venison for tonight’s main course sat waiting on the cutting 

board. 

As I began chopping, my mind wandered back to Roland Warner’s revelation. Victoria had deliberately 

Intercepted Lily’s kidney donor, ensuring my daughter’s death while pretending innocence. 

The truth burned inside me like acid. If I revealed what I knew now, who would believe me? The only witness 

was dead. 

My hands trembled slightly as I sliced through the meat, imagining it was Victoria beneath my knife. Each cut was precise, deliberate, satisfying.. 

“Planning to murder the venison, Olivia?” 

I froze at the sound of Ethan’s voice. I hadn’t heard him enter the kitchen, a testament to how lost Td been in 

my vengeful thoughts. 

He moved closer, his powerful presence filling the space. The heat from his body radiated against my back 

as he stepped behind me. 

“What game are you playing?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear. 

I continued chopping, refusing to acknowledge how his proximity affected me. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

My heart raced traitorously. Despite everything, my body still responded to his nearness. 

His hand closed over mine, stilling the knife. “That little display in the sitting room. Touching me like that in 

front of everyone.” 

I could feel the barely contained anger in his grip, the tension in his body. Good. Let him feel something. 

anything. 

I turned to face him, our bodies inches apart. His amber eyes gleamed with something dangerous–anger, 

confusion, desire. 

“Victoria!” The voice called from outside the kitchen. “Victoria was looking for you! 

Of course she was. Victoria always knew when to interrupt, when to pull Ethan back into her orbit. 

I couldn’t help the bitter smile that curved my lips. “You should go. Your real family needs you.” 

Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Don’t start this again.” 

“Start what? The truth?” I challenged, setting down the knife. “You’ve made your choice clear to everyone, 

Ethan. Victoria, Emma–they’re who you want. Not me. Not Lily.” 

The words tasted like poison on my tongue, but they needed to be said. For five years, I’d watched him 

prioritize Victoria and Emma over his own family. 

“Lily is gone,” he said harshly, his eyes darkening. “And you need to accept that.” 

The casual dismissal of our daughter ignited my rage. “Gone because you weren’t there when she needed 

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yout Gone because you were too busy playing father to another woman’s childr 

My voice rose with each word, the pain and anger I’d suppressed for months finally breaking free 

His hands gripped my upper arms, pulling me closer. “You think I don’t care that she’s gone? That I don’t feel 

that loss?” 

“I think you were never there to begin with,” I spat. “Even when she was alive, you were Victoria’s shadow, not Lily’s father.” 

The truth hung between us, sharp and undeniable. Ethan had been at every one of Emma’s achievements, every milestone, while missing most of Lily’s. 

His grip tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me of the power in his hands. ‘Is that what this is about? Are you trying to break up with me, Olivia? 

The question hung between us, charged with unspoken emotions. My eyes locked with his, searching for any sign that he actually cared about my answer. 

“Haven’t you already agreed to that?” I retorted, leaving him speechless. 

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