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Chapter 84: Shattered Pieces

Chapter 84: Shattered Pieces

(Ethan’s POV)‘

I caught Olivia as she collapsed, my reflexes acting before my mind could process what was happening. Her slight weight fell against me, her body limp and fragile in my arms.

“Olivia!” I called out, panic rising in my throat as I cradled her against my chest.

Her face was pale, dark circles prominent beneath her closed eyes. The sight of her unconscious form triggered something primal within me, my wolf howling with distress beneath my skin.

“What happened to her?” Lucas Blackwood demanded, stepping forward with concern etched across his features.

I growled low in my throat, my wolf bristling at his proximity. “Stay back, Blackwood. She’s my mate. I’ll take care of her.”

“You’ve done enough damage,” he retorted, his gray eyes flashing with anger. “Let me help her.”

“She doesn’t need your help,” I snarled, lifting Olivia’s unconscious form closer to my chest. “She needs rest and proper care, which I will provide.”

Clara Wilkins approached cautiously, her elderly face creased with worry. “The poor dear has been through so much. Please take good care of her.”

I nodded curtly, turning away from Blackwood’s penetrating gaze. As I carried Olivia to my Shadow Ghost, I could feel his eyes tracking our every movement.

“This isn’t over, Stone,” he called after me, his voice carrying a clear warning.

I didn’t respond, focusing instead on securing Olivia in the passenger seat, making sure she was comfortable before closing the door. My wolf was restless, torn between territorial rage at Blackwood and deep concern for my mate.

As I drove away, I couldn’t help glancing at Olivia’s unconscious form. Her chestnut hair fell across her face, and I gently brushed it away with one hand, my chest tightening at how vulnerable she looked.

What had I done to her? To us?

The drive to Imperial Gardens passed in a blur of conflicting emotions. By the time I carried

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her inside, my mind was racing with worry and regret.

I gently placed Olivia on the sofa, my hands lingering longer than necessary. She looked so small, so broken. I immediately called Dr. Harold Bennett, who arrived within minutes.

“What happened?” he asked, his experienced eyes already assessing Olivia’s condition.

“She collapsed,” I explained, pacing anxiously as he examined her. “We were…

arguing.”

Dr. Bennett’s hands moved efficiently, checking her pulse, her breathing, her temperature. His expression grew increasingly concerned.

“Her condition has worsened,” he finally said, looking up at me with grave eyes. “The lack of rest and emotional stress have taken their toll. She’s completely exhausted.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I had done this to her. My actions, my neglect, my anger -they had all contributed to breaking down the strong, vibrant woman I had mated.

“What can we do?” I asked, my voice uncharacteristically uncertain.

“I’ll administer a sedative to help her sleep and allow her to recover,” Dr. Bennett replied, preparing an injection. “But what she really needs is peace, Alpha. Her body and wolf are both

at their limits.”

I watched as he administered the medication, my wolf whining with distress beneath my skin. When Dr. Bennett finally packed up his bag and left with instructions for her care, I sat beside her, studying her face.

Tear tracks still marked her cheeks, evidence of the pain I had caused her. Without thinking, I leaned down and gently kissed them away, my lips brushing her skin with uncharacteristic

tenderness.

“What happened to you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.

My mind flashed back to the broken mug on the cobblestones. Lily’s mug. My daughter’s gift that I had destroyed without a second thought.

The realization of what I had done–not just today, but over the past five years–crashed over

me like a tidal wave. I had failed them both so completely.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting my thoughts. Victoria’s name flashed on the

screen. I answered with reluctance.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice low to avoid disturbing Olivia.

“Ethan, Emma is asking for you,” Victoria’s voice came through, sweet and pleading. “She’s

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been crying since we got home. She needs her daddy.”

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Something about her tone grated on my nerves. Or perhaps it was the word “daddy” that now carried such weight after what I had learned about Lily’s mug.

“I can’t come right now,” I replied curtly. “Olivia is unwell.”

“But Emma-”

“I said I can’t come,” I interrupted, my patience wearing thin. “Handle it, Victoria.”

I ended the call and turned off my phone, returning my attention to Olivia. Her breathing had evened out, the sedative taking effect. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my touch gentle.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though I knew she couldn’t hear me. “For everything.”

(Victoria’s POV)

I stared at my phone in disbelief as Ethan hung up on me. He had never spoken to me that way before, never dismissed me so coldly.

“What did he say, Mommy?” Emma asked, her eyes still red from crying. “Is Daddy coming?”

I forced a smile, though rage boiled inside me. “Daddy is busy right now, sweetheart. He’ll come see us soon.”

I turned back to the surveillance feed on my tablet, watching as Ethan tenderly cared for Olivia in their bedroom at Imperial Gardens. Aaron Mitchell’s sophisticated system provided a perfect view of their intimate moment.

My perfectly manicured nails dug into my palms as I watched Ethan brush Olivia’s hair from

her face, his expression softer than I had ever seen it.

“This can’t be happening,” I muttered, pacing the room anxiously.

The illusion I had carefully maintained–that Ethan only truly cared for me and Emma–was

crumbling before my eyes. The way he looked at her, touched her… it was destroying me.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Emma whined, tugging at my dress.

I whirled around, my patience snapping. “Not now, Emma! Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Emma’s lower lip trembled, her eyes filling with fresh tears. “But Mommy-”

“I said not now!” I shouted, my hand connecting with her arm harder than I intended.

Emma stumbled backward, shock and hurt written across her face. She ran from the room,

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sobbing loudly.

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I turned back to the surveillance feed, too consumed by jealousy to follow her. On the screen, Ethan was still sitting beside Olivia, watching over her as she slept.

“This isn’t over,” I hissed, my fingers already dialing another number. “Not by a long shot.”

(Ethan’s POV)

After ensuring Olivia was sleeping peacefully, I left Imperial Gardens with a clear purpose in mind. The broken pieces of Lily’s mug haunted me, each shard representing a piece of my daughter’s heart that I had carelessly shattered.

I drove back to Shadow Creek Artisan Street, parking outside the Howling Clay Pottery Studio. The lights were still on inside, and I found Clara Wilkins cleaning up for the day.

“Alpha Stone,” she said, surprise evident in her voice. “I didn’t expect to see you again tonight.”

“The mug,” I said without preamble. “I need to find all the pieces.”

Understanding dawned in her kind eyes. “Of course. The trash receptacle is across the street. Poor Lily worked so hard on that mug.”

The disappointment in her voice cut deeper than any accusation could have. This elderly she–wolf had shown more care for my daughter than I ever had.

“I need to fix it,” I said, my voice rough with emotion I rarely displayed.

Clara nodded, disappearing into a back room. She returned with a pair of leather gloves.

“You’ll need these,” she said, handing them to me. “There’s broken ceramic in there.”

I took the gloves with a nod of thanks and headed across the street to the public trash receptacle. Without hesitation, I began digging through the garbage, searching for every fragment of Lily’s creation.

My position as Alpha King was forgotten as I sorted through coffee cups, food wrappers, and other discarded items. My only focus was finding every piece of my daughter’s final gift to me.

A few passersby recognized me, their shocked expressions registering as they saw the Alpha King of Silvercrest Pack digging through trash. I ignored them, my dignity secondary to my

mission.

After nearly an hour of searching, I believed I had recovered all the pieces. I carefully placed them in a box Clara had provided, thanking her before returning to my car.