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Chapter 37: Wounds and Revelations

(Olivia’s POV)

Ethan Stone’s back was lean and muscular, marred by ten crisscrossing lash marks from the whip. The angry red welts stood out starkly against his tanned skin, some already beginning to bruise. Despite everything. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

A knock on the door interrupted my examination of his wounds. I hesitated before answering it, suddenly aware of how intimate this situation might appear to an outsider.

A servant stood at the door, holding a wooden box carved with intricate moonstone inlays. “Mrs. Winters, this is Dr. Harold Bennett’s special healing salve for Mr. Stone.”

I recognized the familiar, expensive salve immediately. Dr. Bennett had been the Stone family’s healer for decades, and his special remedies were legendary among werewolves. The distinctive herbal scent wafted from the box – earthy and medicinal.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the box and closing the door.

As I opened it, the full aroma filled the air. It was the same scent I had…

“Why

are you j

just standing there? Come and apply the salve,” Ethan called, interrupting my thoughts.

I approached the sofa where he sat waiting, his broad shoulders tense with pain and impatience.

“Lie down,” I instructed, keeping my voice clinical and detached. “It will be easier to reach all the wounds.”

Ethan complied without argument, stretching out on his stomach across the sofa. The position made him look oddly vulnerable – not at all like the powerful Alpha King who commanded the entire Silvercrest Pack.

I sat beside him on the edge of the sofa and began applying the salve, pressing down hard on his wounds

with deliberate force.

“Ouch!” Ethan winced, turning his head to glance at my serious face.

A slight smirk played on his lips as he lightly pinched my waist. “Be gentle.”

I ignored him, continuing to apply the salve with unnecessary pressure. Each time he flinched, a small, petty part of me felt satisfied. After everything he’d put me through, a little discomfort seemed like minimal

retribution,

Ethan’s brow twitched, but he remained silent, enduring the pain. When I finally finished, I rose to leave, eager to put distance between us.

As I did, Ethan reached out and caught my waist, pulling me into his arms with surprising strength for someone who’d just been whipped.

“Tormenting me on purpose?” he asked, looking down at me with those amber eyes that once m

race.

my heart

“No,” I replied, feigning innocence. I tried to pull his hand away and free myself, but he pulled me back down.

“No?” he questioned, his tone playful.

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He swiftly maneuvered us so that he was above me on the sofa, his weight pressing me down into the

cushions.

I cried out in pain as my back made contact with the sofa. The welts from the discipline rod Isabelle had used on me earlier flared with fresh agony

Ethan paused, his playful expression immediately replaced with concern. He gently turned me onto my side, lifting the back of my shirt to reveal the stark red welts crossing my pale skin.

His gaze turned icy, jaw clenching with barely controlled rage. Without a word, he picked up the salve and began applying it to my injuries, his touch surprisingly gentle.

The cool balm soothed the burning pain, bringing immediate relief. I closed my eyes, momentarily allowing myself to remember a time when his touch was familiar, when his care for me was unquestioned.

“Ethan,” I began, my voice tight with suppressed emotion. “Remember when Emma first met Lily and fell into the reflection pool? Wasn’t it similar to today?”

Ethan froze, his gentle touch turning to stone. “What are you trying to say?” he asked, his voice dangerously

low.

I pressed on, undeterred by his anger. This might be my only chance to make him see the truth.

“I’m saying, if there had been surveillance cameras by Victoria’s pool that day, wouldn’t the truth have been revealed just like today?”

‘Olivia Winters!” Ethan roared, his grip tightening on my back.

I gasped in pain. The brief moment of shared warmth vanished like morning dew in summer heat.

Ethan immediately loosened his grip, but his anger was palpable. He stood up, towering over me, his amber eyes flashing with fury.

“Olivia, just because you didn’t push Emma today doesn’t mean Lily didn’t push her that day,” he said coldly before turning and leaving the room.

I slowly sat up, my eyes cold and distant. I had hoped that today’s incident, mirroring the past, would at least make him question the narrative he believed. I had underestimated the hold Victoria and her daughter had on

him.

The door slammed behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the lingering scent of Dr. Bennett’s healing salve.

(Isabelle’s POV)

I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I looked at my bruised knees and bloodied legs. The pain was excruciating, but my rage burned even hotter.

“That b**h, Olivia, I won’t let her get away with this!” I seethed, pressing a cold compress against my throbbing knee.

Mother stood nearby, her expression a mixture of concern and anger. She’d always protected me ways ensured I got whatever I wanted. This humiliation was unprecedented in my twenty–four years.

Just then, a servant from Ethan’s quarters entered without knocking. His face was impassive as he delivered

his message.

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“Miss Stone, Mr. Stone has ordered you to the ancestral hall to receive punishment.”

My eyes widened in fear. “I won’t go!” I cried, the pain from the earlier whipping still fresh,

I looked pleadingly at Mother, expecting her to intervene as she always did. But the servants, following. Ethan’s direct orders, grabbed my arms and began dragging me from the bed,

“Let go of me! I’m injured!” I screamed, fighting against their grip.

Mother stepped forward, her voice sharp with authority. “How dare you! Release my daughter immediately!”

The servants hesitated, caught between conflicting orders from two powerful members of the Stone family. But Ethan’s authority as Alpha King outweighed my mother’s.

“We apologize, Mrs. Stone, but these are direct orders from the Alpha,” one servant said apologetically before continuing to pull me toward the door.

My screams echoed through the hallways as

scolding.

(Eleanor’s POV)

they dragged me away, ignoring my protests and Mother’s

I arrived at the ancestral hall just as the punishment concluded. My daughter lay on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, having endured ten lashes of the discipline rod. Her shirt was torn, revealing angry red welts across her delicate skin.

“Mom!” Isabelle wailed, her face streaked with tears and mascara.

My heart broke at the sight of my daughter’s suffering. How could Ethan do this to his own cousin? I rushed to her side, gathering her trembling form in my arms.

‘Shh, I’m here now,” I soothed, stroking her hair.

I ordered the servants to take Isabelle back to her quarters and immediately stormed off to confront Ethan. I found him in his study, calmly reviewing documents as if he hadn’t just ordered my daughter’s brutal punishment.

“Ethan, what is the meaning of this? What did Isabelle do to deserve such punishment?” I demanded, trying to maintain an authoritative tone, but faltering under his cold gaze.

He looked up from his papers, his amber eyes devoid of emotion. “She lied about witnessing Olivia push Emma. She attempted to frame my mate for a serious transgression.”

“She’s just a young woman, afraid of pain,” I argued, gesturing wildly with my hands. “How could she endure ten lashes?”

“Aunt, Olivia is the same age.” Ethan replied calmly, his eyes sharp as he set down his pen.

The message was clear. He was retaliating for Olivia, Isabelle, for trying to harm Olivia, had received the exact same punishment that had been inflicted on his mate.

I clenched my fists, realizing I was at a disadvantage. For years, Ethan had ignored Olivia, allowin her however we wished. This sudden defense of her made no sense.

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“Isn’t Victoria the one you care about?” I blurted out, confused by his sudden defense of Olivia. Ethan’s expression darkened. “Victoria is not my mate. Olivia is the Luna of this pack, and any attack against her is an attack against me.”

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His words were practiced, formal the expected response from an Alpha regarding his Luna. But there was something else in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite identify.

“You’ve never cared before,” I pressed, searching his face for answers.

“I’ve always cared,” he replied, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t mistake my patience for indifference, Aunt

Eleanor.”

(Olivia’s POV)

I stood on the second floor landing, having followed the sounds of Eleanor’s confrontation with Ethan. His words reached me clearly: “Victoria is not my mate. Olivia is the Luna of this pack…”

A flicker of hope had sparked within me, only to die just as quickly. His defense was about position, not love. About pack hierarchy, not personal feeling.

I descended the stairs, ignoring Eleanor as she emerged from Ethan’s study. Her venomous glare meant nothing to me now, I made my way toward the kitchen, intending to prepare a meal for Matriarch Evelyn.