My Wolf 66

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Chapter 66: You Think I Care?

(Olivia’s POV)

I scoffed at Ethan’s question about Lily’s whereabouts. The audacity of this man never ceased to amaze me. “You’re asking me where Lily is?” My voice trembled with barely contained rage. “Now you care?

Ethan’s amber eyes narrowed dangerously. “Answer the question, Olivia.”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as memories flooded back. I remembered how Ethan had frantically searched the entire city when Emma got lost for a few minutes last year. He’d mobilized the entire pack, called in favors from neighboring territories, and hadn’t slept until she was found.

“When Emma went missing for thirty minutes, you turned the city upside down,” I said, my voice low and cutting. “But when Lily was dying in the hospital for months, you couldn’t even spare an hour to visit her.” His jaw tightened. “That’s different.”

“Different how?” I challenged, stepping closer. “Because Emma is Victoria’s daughter? Because Victoria and not me?”

Ethan’s expression hardened. “This isn’t about Victoria.”

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“No, it’s about possession,” I spat. “You don’t care about Lily. You never did. This sudden interest is because you can’t stand the thought of me moving on with Lucas.”

His eyes flashed at the mention of Lucas’s name. “So you admit he’s helping you hide her.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Our daughter is dead, Ethan. DEAD. And you weren’t there when it happened because you were too busy playing family with Victoria and Emma.”

“If you’d told me she was that sick-”

“I CALLED YOU!” I shouted, no longer caring who might hear. “I called you every day for weeks! I begged you to come see her before it was too late!”

Ethan’s expression flickered with something that might have been guilt, but it vanished quickly.

“Ethan Stone, you listen carefully,” I continued, my eyes reddening with anger and grief. “I am not your possession, and Lily is not your bargaining chip!”

Despite knowing it was futile, I couldn’t help but confront his indifference toward our daughter. Five years of bottled rage and heartbreak poured out of me.

“What kind of father doesn’t attend his own daughter’s funeral?” I demanded. “What kind of father throws away her ashes? What kind of father accuses her mother of hiding her instead of facing the truth that she’s gone forever?”

Ethan’s face darkened. “You’re the one who kept her from me.”

“I kept her from you?” I was incredulous. “You chose to stay away! You chose Victoria and Emma over us every single time!”

“Because of what you did,” he growled.

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I stared at him, momentarily confused. “What I did? What could I possibly have done to deserve you abandoning our sick child?”

Ethan didn’t answer, his expression shuttered and cold,

Overwhelmed with anger and disappointment, I pushed past him. “I’m done with this conversation,”

His hand shot out, gripping my arm. “I’ll see how long you can hide her,” he threatened.

I yanked my arm free and stormed out of the private room, ignoring his words. Let him discover the truth about Lily’s death on his own. I was tired of trying to make him care about a daughter he had never truly

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(Victoria’s POV)

I adjusted my designer dress as Isabelle and I entered the Shadowfall Club, James Knight’s birthday celebration was in full swing, the exclusive venue filled with the elite of werewolf society,

“Do you think Ethan’s here yet?” Isabelle asked, scanning the crowd,

I smiled confidently. “Of course. He wouldn’t miss his best friend’s birthday,”

We made our way to Moonlight Suite 888, where a security guard checked our names against the guest list before allowing us entry.

James greeted us warmly, accepting our gifts with his trademark charming smile. “Ladies, you look ravishing tonight.”

“Happy birthday, Jay,” I said, kissing his cheek. “Where’s Ethan?”

James gestured vaguely. “Taking a call. Business never stops for our Alpha King.”

I nodded, hiding my disappointment. I’d hoped to spend the evening by Ethan’s side, especially after our intimate phone conversation last night.

“Let’s get drinks,” Isabelle suggested, leading me toward the bar.

As we settled into plush seats with our moonlight wine, I spotted a familiar figure leaving a room across the corridor.

“Isabelle,” I hissed, nudging her. “Look who’s here.”

Isabelle’s eyes narrowed as she recognized Olivia Winters. “What is she doing here? She wasn’t invited.”

I watched as Olivia hurried toward the exit, her expression troubled. “Probably spying on Ethan for Lucas Blackwood.”

Isabelle’s face contorted with anger. “That b***h. After what she did to me last night…”

Before I could stop her, Isabelle was on her feet, glass in hand, marching toward Olivia. I followed quickly, both concerned and curious about what would unfold.

“Olivia Winters!” Isabelle called out, her voice sharp with hatred.

Olivia turned, her expression shifting from surprise to wariness as she recognized Isabelle.

“What do you want?” Olivia asked coldly.

Isabelle’s lips curled into a sneer. “I want you to pay for what you did to me.”

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Without warning, Isabelle threw her glass of wine directly at Olivia’s face. Olivia reacted quickly, dodging sideways, but some of the red liquid still splashed onto her white blouse and hair.

I suppressed a smile of satisfaction as Olivia stood there, wine dripping from her hair. This was the perfect opportunity to further damage her reputation in front of the club’s elite clientele.

What I didn’t expect was Olivia’s reaction. Instead of retreating in humiliation, her eyes blazed with fury. She grabbed Isabelle’s arm and dragged her toward James’s private room.

“What are you doing?” Isabelle shrieked, struggling against Olivia’s grip. “Let go of me!”

I followed them, torn between concern for Isabelle and excitement at the drama unfolding. This would certainly give everyone something to talk about.

(Olivia’s POV)

I pulled Isabelle into James’s private room, my patience completely shattered. First Ethan with his absurd accusations, and now this spoiled brat attacking me in public.

Without hesitation, I grabbed a full bottle of expensive moonlight wine from an ice bucket and uncorked it. “You want to play with wine?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm. “Let’s play.”

Isabelle’s eyes widened in horror as she realized my intention. “Don’t you dare-”

I upended the bottle over her head, drenching her perfectly styled hair and designer dress with the cold liquid. She screamed, the sound high–pitched and satisfying.

James Knight rushed over, his expression a mix of shock and amusement. “Ladies, please-”

“Stay out of this, James,” I warned, setting the empty bottle down. “I’ll compensate you for the wine.”

“You think I care?” I retorted, my voice carrying through the suddenly silent room.

I turned to find Ethan standing in the doorway, his expression hardening at my words. The entire room seemed to freeze, guests sensing the tension crackling between us.

James cleared his throat awkwardly. “Perhaps we should give them some privacy.”

He gestured for the other guests to leave, which they did with obvious reluctance, their eyes darting between Ethan and me as they filed out.

Victoria remained, her arm around a sobbing Isabelle. “Look what she’s done!” Victoria exclaimed, her voice dripping with false concern. “She’s completely ruined Isabelle’s dress!”

I turned to Ethan, ignoring Victoria’s theatrics. “Did you know your cousin arranged for Miles Blackwood to drug me at the restaurant?”

Ethan’s gaze shifted to Isabelle, who paled visibly beneath the wine staining her face.

“It’s not true!” Isabelle protested, clinging to Victoria for support. “She’s lying!”

“Miles Blackwood was arrested for multiple assaults,” I continued coldly. “I was one of his intended victims. He drugged my drink on Isabelle’s instructions.”

Ethan’s expression darkened further, his amber eyes fixed on his trembling cousin.

Victoria stepped forward, her face a perfect mask of concern despite her obvious disgust at Isabelle’s wine–soaked state. “Ethan, you can’t possibly believe these accusations. Olivia is clearly trying to deflect

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attention from her own behavior.”

“My behavior?” I challenged.

Victoria nodded, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Everyone knows you’ve been throwing yourself at Lucas Blackwood. Just like you stole Ethan from me five years ago, now you’re trying to steal Lucas.”