My Wolf 72

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Chapter 72: The Memory Crystal

(Ethan’s POV)

I descended the stairs of the abandoned warehouse, my footsteps echoing against the concrete. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the floor, illuminating the scene before me.

My security team had done their job well. Too well, perhaps.

Darius Reed knelt in the center of the room, his face a bloody mess. One eye was swollen shut, his lip split in multiple places. Blood dripped from his nose onto the concrete floor.

“Alpha King,” Maxwell said, stepping forward with a respectful nod. “We found him trying to pawn the pendant at a shop in Shadow Creek.”

I approached Darius slowly, my amber eyes never leaving his pathetic form. He cowered as I drew near, his body trembling with fear.

“Please,” he whimpered, blood bubbling between his lips. “I didn’t know she was your mate. I swear!”

I circled him like a predator stalking wounded prey. “Tell me what happened.”

Darius swallowed hard, wincing at the pain the simple action caused. “It was just a robbery, I swear. I only wanted money.”

“So you beat a defenseless woman half to death?” My voice was dangerously soft.

“She wouldn’t give up the necklace!” Darius protested, his bloodshot eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape. “The woman was crazy about it-”

The word “crazy” ignited something primal within me. Before I could stop myself, my foot connected with his jaw. The sound of teeth shattering filled the warehouse as Darius toppled sideways, blood spraying from his mouth.

“Don’t you dare call her crazy,” I growled, standing over his crumpled form.

To my surprise, Maxwell stepped forward and delivered another kick to Darius’s ribs. My usually composed assistant’s face was contorted with rage.

“That’s for insulting Luna Winters,” Maxwell said, his voice cold.

Darius curled into a ball, whimpering pathetically. “I’m sorry! Please… I have the pendant. Take it!”

With shaking hands, he reached into his pocket and produced the crystal pendant–Lily’s pendant. The crystal caught the dim light, revealing the gray ashes inside.

“It’s not even worth much,” Darius complained, still not understanding what he had stolen. “I don’t know why she fought so hard for it.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her so bad,” Darius insisted. “She just wouldn’t let go!”

I pocketed the pendant, my decision made. “Take him to the pack detention center,” I ordered my security team. “I’ll deal with him later.”

As they dragged Darius away, his pleas for mercy echoing through the warehouse, I turned to Maxwell. “How

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is she?”

Maxwell’s expression was grim. “Stable, but badly injured. Three broken ribs, a fractured wrist, severe bruising.”

I nodded, my jaw tight. “And Blackwood?”

“Still at the hospital,” Maxwell replied, his tone careful. “He hasn’t left her side.”

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The thought of Lucas Blackwood comforting my mate sent a surge of jealousy through me. I had no right to feel possessive–not after abandoning Olivia for Victoria–but the emotion came unbidden nonetheless.

“Let’s go,” I said, heading for the door. “I need to see her.”

The drive to Silvercrest Pack Medical Den was silent, my thoughts consumed by what awaited me there. How would Olivia react to seeing me? Would she forgive me for leaving her alone in Desolate Hollow?

Deep down, I knew the answer. Some betrayals cut too deep for forgiveness.

When we arrived at the medical center, I made my way directly to Olivia’s room. Through the partially open door, I could hear her voice–soft, broken, desperate.

“It contains Lily’s ashes,” she was saying, her voice catching on our daughter’s name. “It’s all I have left of her.”

I peered through the gap to see Olivia lying in the hospital bed, her small form dwarfed by the white sheets. Her face was bruised, one eye swollen, her lip split. Lucas Blackwood sat beside her, his large hand covering hers.

“I’ll find it,” Lucas promised, his gray eyes unusually warm as they gazed at my mate. “Whatever it takes.”

The intimacy of the scene made my blood boil. I pushed the door open fully, standing in the doorway with my hands clenched at my sides.

Olivia’s emerald eyes found mine, and the warmth in them instantly vanished, replaced by a cold fury that chilled me to the bone.

“Leave,” she commanded, her voice flat with barely controlled anger.

Lucas rose to his full height, his imposing frame blocking my path to Olivia’s bed. “You heard her, Stone.”

I ignored him, my eyes fixed on Olivia’s battered face. Without a word, I reached into my pocket and pulled out Lily’s Ashes Crystal Pendant.

Olivia’s eyes widened, her gaze locked on the pendant dangling from my fingers. For a moment, the hatred in her eyes gave way to desperate hope.

“Lily,” she whispered, reaching for the pendant with trembling hands.

In her eagerness to reclaim our daughter’s ashes, Olivia lunged forward too quickly. Her weakened body betrayed her, and she began to fall from the bed.

I moved instinctively, catching her before she hit the floor. Her small form felt fragile in my arms, her body warm against my chest despite the coldness in her eyes.

Olivia struggled against my hold, her hands pushing ineffectively against my chest. “Let me go,” she hissed, her emerald eyes flashing with defiance.

I tightened my grip, refusing to release her. Instead, I turned slightly, positioning myself so that my back was

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to Lucas Blackwood.

“Don’t want the pendant anymore?” I whispered, my breath warm against her ear.

Olivia stopped struggling, her emerald eyes meeting mine with undisguised anger. I held her gaze, challenging her to continue fighting me when I held what she wanted most.

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Over her head, I looked at Lucas, my expression deliberately provocative. This was my mate, regardless of my failings as her partner.

“Tell him to leave,” I whispered in Olivia’s ear, low enough that only she could hear. “Or you’ll never see this pendant again.”

Olivia’s body stiffened in my arms. “You’re despicable,” she whispered back, her voice trembling with rage.

But she complied.

“Lucas,” she called, her voice suddenly polite despite the fury in her eyes. “Would you mind giving us a moment alone?”

Lucas hesitated, his gray eyes seeking confirmation from Olivia. “Are you sure?”

Olivia nodded, though the movement clearly caused her pain. “Yes. Thank you for everything, but I need to speak with Ethan privately.”

Lucas’s jaw tightened, but he respected her wishes. With a final warning glance at me, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

(Olivia’s POV)

The moment Lucas left, I tore myself from Ethan’s grasp. My body screamed in protest at the sudden movement, but my fury overrode the pain.

“Give me my pendant,” I demanded, my hand outstretched.

Ethan’s amber eyes were unreadable as he studied my face. “Lie down first,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I wanted to refuse, to stand my ground, but my legs were already trembling from the effort of standing. Reluctantly, I returned to the hospital bed, my emerald eyes never leaving the crystal pendant in Ethan’s hand. To my surprise, Ethan walked to the door and locked it. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a chill down my spine.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching warily as he approached the bed.

Without answering, Ethan reached for the buttons of my hospital gown. His fingers worked methodically, undoing the first three buttons before I realized his intent.

I grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ethan’s amber eyes flashed with annoyance. “I want to see your injuries.”

“No,” I refused, tightening my grip on his wrist. “Give me my pendant and leave.”

Ethan ignored my protests. With a simple twist, he freed his wrist from my grasp and continued unbuttoning my gown. His strength easily overpowered my weakened state as he forced my hand away.

The hospital gown fell open, revealing the full extent of my injuries. Dark bruises covered my ribs and

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abdomen where Darius Reed had kicked me repeatedly. The skin was mottled purple and black, with patches

of sickly yellow at the edges.

Ethan’s sharp intake of breath was the only indication of his shock. His face remained impassive as his eyes traveled over my battered body.

“This is what you endured for a worthless trinket?” he asked, his voice tight with barely controlled anger.

His dismissal of Lily’s remains felt like a physical blow. Without thinking, I slapped him with all the strength I could muster. The sound echoed in the quiet hospital room.

“Shut up!” I yelled, my voice breaking with emotion. “You have no right to talk about this pendant! It’s priceless to me. Give it back!”

I lunged for the crystal pendant in his hand, desperate to reclaim my daughter’s remains. Ethan’s face darkened with rage, his with fury at my defiance.