Chapter 77: Shattered Glass
Chapter 77: Shattered Glass
(Olivia’s POV)
I felt my body slam against the leather seat as Ethan shoved me into his Midnight Maybach. The familiar scent of his car–leather and his Alpha musk–filled my nostrils, bringing back
unwanted memories.
“Let me go!” I shouted, struggling against his iron grip.
My wolf surged forward, lending me strength. I managed to twist my body and kick him
squarely in the chest. He grunted but didn’t release me.
My enhanced senses detected someone walking nearby. “Help!” I screamed, hoping they
would hear me.
Ethan’s reaction was lightning–fast. He slammed the car door shut and locked it with a click,
then activated the special tinting that turned the windows completely opaque from the
outside.
“Scream again,” he threatened, his amber eyes glowing with dominance, “and you’ll regret it.”
I was trapped. His werewolf strength far exceeded mine, and we both knew it. Anger surged
through my body, my wolf bristling beneath my skin.
This soundproofed luxury vehicle had once been a place of passion between us. I remembered
our first time here, when I had desperately needed money for Lily’s treatments. I had gone to
Stone Pack Enterprises, and he had taken me in the underground parking garage.
Now, despite his proximity, my wolf felt nothing but cold detachment. The mate bond that had
once burned so brightly between us had withered to almost nothing.
“What is your problem?” I asked coldly, my emerald eyes flashing with defiance.
“You need to convince my grandmother to abandon this ridiculous adoption idea,” he
demanded, his voice hard with authority.
I didn’t hesitate. “No.”
His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his skin. “Do you understand what this means?
If she adopts you into the Stone family, you’ll legally become my sister.”
“And?” I challenged.
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“It will permanently sever any possibility of renewing our mate bond,” he growled, his wolf’s
frustration evident in his tone.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Ethan Stone, don’t tell me you still think I love you and want to
be with you?”
His eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face.
“I welcome the adoption,” I continued, my voice gaining strength. “It will sever any possibility of a relationship between us. I couldn’t ask for anything more!”
My wolf howled in agreement within me, standing firm against his dominance for perhaps the
first time since we’d met.
(Ethan’s POV)
Her words hit me like a physical blow. My wolf snarled beneath the surface, refusing to believe
what we were hearing.
“I’m adding both Emma and Lily to the Stone family registry tomorrow,” I said, trying to regain control of the situation. “Consider it compensation for my past neglect.”
I watched her face, expecting gratitude or at least acknowledgment of my gesture. Instead, her expression hardened further.
“Lily doesn’t want it!” she cried, her voice breaking. “She never wanted anything from you except your time and love, which you never gave her!”
Her wolf’s grief was palpable, filling the confined space of the vehicle.
“All those gifts you gave her over the years,” she continued, her voice trembling with emotion, “were they just Emma’s hand–me–downs?”
The accusation stung, partly because there was truth in it. I had often bought matching gifts for both girls, giving Emma’s to her first.
My anger escalated, my wolf’s dominance surging forward. “You haven’t moved on, Olivia. This is just jealousy speaking.”
Her emerald eyes flashed dangerously. “Jealousy? Of what? Your neglect? Your betrayal?”
“Whose pack would Lily prefer to belong to?” I challenged. “Mine or Lucas Blackwood’s?”
The mention of the rival Alpha was deliberate, meant to provoke her. It worked.
“Any pack would be better than yours,” she spat. “You were never fit to be Lily’s father.”
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Her next words cut deeper than any knife could have. “My greatest regret is that night five years ago. I wish I had never fallen in love with you. I wish I had never conceived Lily.”
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Her wolf howled in anguish at the admission, the painful truth of her words filling the confined
space between us.
(Olivia’s POV)
My words ignited a firestorm of rage within Ethan. His wolf surged forward as he grabbed my jaw with bruising force and kissed me forcefully, attempting to assert his dominance as my
Alpha mate.
I struggled against him, turning my head, but he held me tight with his superior strength. I fought with everything I had, keeping my lips pressed firmly shut, my body and wolf radiating
repulsion.
I could sense his confusion as he felt my genuine disgust. In the past, no matter how angry I
had been, my wolf had always submitted to his. But not anymore.
A flicker of panic crossed his amber eyes as he realized my rejection was real–my wolf was
no longer responding to his.
“Get away from me!” I hissed when he finally released my mouth. “Don’t touch me, I’m
disgusted!”
My wolf recoiled from his scent, the thought of him completing the mate bond with Victoria-
the woman I believed responsible for Lily’s death–making my stomach churn.
Ethan’s expression darkened further, a desperate need to disprove my words driving him to
become even more aggressive. His Alpha pheromones filled the confined space, attempting to
force my submission.
His hands gripped my shoulders painfully as he pushed me against the seat, his wolf
determined to reclaim what he still considered his.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed on the car window. Through the tinted glass, I could make out a tall figure standing outside.
“Ethan Stone, let Olivia Winters go!” The commanding Alpha voice belonged to Lucas
Blackwood.
A glimmer of hope sparked in my despairing eyes. Despite knowing the soundproofing would likely muffle my cries, I called out. “Lucas, save me!”
My plea only fueled Ethan’s rage, his wolf howling with jealous fury. He intensified his assault,
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his grip tightening painfully.
“He can’t save you!” Ethan growled. “Olivia Winters, you are mine!”
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He kissed me again, determined to silence me and erase Lucas Blackwood’s name from my lips, his wolf desperately trying to reestablish dominance over his mate.
(Lucas’s POV)
I had received an anonymous text message about Ethan’s presence at Maple Grove.
Something about the message had set my wolf on edge, urging me to investigate
immediately.
When I arrived, my enhanced senses detected Olivia’s distress pheromones even through the
vehicle’s specialized insulation. The car was rocking slightly, and I could hear muffled protests
from inside.
My wolf surged forward with protective rage. I pounded on the window with Alpha strength,
calling out Ethan’s name.
“Ethan Stone, let Olivia Winters go!”
There was no response, but my wolf’s hearing caught Olivia’s faint cry for help. The sound of her voice calling my name triggered something primal within me.
The tinted windows prevented me from seeing clearly inside, but I knew I needed to act quickly. I rushed to my own vehicle and retrieved a fire extinguisher from the trunk.
Without hesitation, I swung the heavy metal canister at the window with all my werewolf strength. The specialized glass was designed to withstand significant force, but it was no
match for an enraged Alpha.
The window shattered with a satisfying crash, glass shards flying inward.
(Olivia’s POV)
The sound of shattering glass filled the car. In an instant, Ethan’s demeanor changed. Despite
his rage, his wolf’s protective instincts took over, and he shielded my body with his own.
I felt him flinch as glass shards embedded themselves in his back. The scent of his blood filled the confined space, metallic and sharp.
Before I could process what was happening, Lucas had reached through the broken window and unlocked the door. With impressive werewolf strength, he pulled Ethan out of the car.
Ethan stumbled, momentarily disoriented by the sudden attack. Before he could regain his
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footing, Lucas’s fist connected with his face in a powerful punch.
The two Alphas stood facing each other, their eyes glowing with challenge, their wolves bristling beneath their skin.
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I realized I was wrapped in Ethan’s Black Alpha Overcoat. He must have placed it around me
unconsciously during the chaos, his wolf’s protective instincts overriding his anger.
I stepped out of the car, my emerald eyes blazing with fury, my wolf howling for retribution.
Without hesitation, I approached Ethan and slapped him hard across the face, putting all my
strength behind the blow.
The sound echoed in the night air, and when I pulled my hand away, the imprint of my palm
was clearly visible on his cheek.
“Never touch me again,” I hissed, my voice trembling with rage.
Ethan stood frozen, shock evident in his amber eyes. Not from the physical pain–a slap from
a she–wolf would hardly hurt an Alpha of his strength–but from the finality of my rejection.