Chapter 95: Silver Edges and Sedatives
Chapter 95: Silver Edges and Sedatives
(Victoria’s POV)
“Ethan…” I cried out, rushing toward him with my eyes wide and filled with worry.
The silver edge of the knife had cut across his forearm, drawing blood that now stained his expensive shirt. My heart raced–not with concern for his injury, but with the opportunity it
presented.
In my haste to reach him, I deliberately stumbled, making sure to appear weak and frightened. Ethan’s protective instincts kicked in immediately, just as I knew they would. He reached out
with his uninjured arm to steady me.
I fell against his chest, savoring the contact and the way his body tensed protectively around mine. From the corner of my eye, I could see Olivia watching us, her emerald eyes burning
with hatred.
“Your arm,” I whimpered, touching the wound gently. “The silver… it could get infected. Dr. Bennett needs to treat it right away.”
I turned toward the elderly healer, who was watching the scene with barely concealed skepticism. “Please, help him. The cut looks deep.”
Dr. Bennett approached cautiously, his experienced eyes assessing the situation. “It’s not as serious as it appears, but silver wounds do require prompt attention.”
I clung to Ethan’s shirt, making sure to position myself between him and Olivia. Despite her murderous glare, I wasn’t truly afraid–not with Ethan here. He would never let her harm me, especially not after witnessing her violent outburst.
“I was so frightened,” I whispered, loud enough for Olivia to hear. “The way she came at me with that knife… if you hadn’t been here…”
I let my voice trail off, allowing Ethan’s imagination to fill in the rest. His jaw tightened, and I knew my words had hit their mark.
(Olivia’s POV)
The sight of Victoria pressed against Ethan’s chest made my blood boil. Her performance was flawless–the trembling voice, the wide, frightened eyes–but I could see the triumph lurking
beneath her facade.
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Without thinking, I lunged forward and grabbed the silver–edged hunting knife from where it had fallen. Victoria’s eyes widened in genuine fear as I advanced toward her, the knife clutched tightly in my bleeding hand.
“You killed my daughter,” I snarled, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. “You desecrated her grave, and now you’re going to pay.”
A surge of protective maternal rage consumed me. This wasn’t just about Victoria’s manipulation of Ethan or her constant scheming. This was about Lily–my sweet, innocent daughter who had died because Victoria redirected her kidney donor to Emma.
Ethan reacted with lightning speed, pushing Victoria out of the way. She crashed into the coffee table with a satisfying thud, sending decorative items scattering across the floor.
I turned on her fallen form, knife raised. For once, the fear in her eyes was real.
“Olivia, stop!” Ethan pleaded, stepping between us. “This isn’t you. You need to calm down.”
“Calm down?” I laughed bitterly. “She killed our daughter, Ethan! She made sure Lily didn’t get
that kidney transplant. She’s the reason our baby is dead!”
Victoria scrambled backward, her eyes wide. “She’s insane! Ethan, don’t listen to her!”
I lunged again, determined to reach her, but Ethan caught my wrist. His amber eyes locked with mine, filled with concern and something else–fear. Not for himself, but for me.
“Olivia, please,” he said softly. “This isn’t the way. Put down the knife.”
For a moment, I hesitated. Then Victoria’s voice cut through the tension.
“She’s completely lost her mind,” she whimpered. “Just like when she attacked me at the
cemetery.”
The reminder of what she’d done to Lily’s grave reignited my fury. I wrenched my arm free from Ethan’s grip and lunged toward Victoria again.
“I’ll kill you for what you did to my daughter!” I screamed.
Ethan’s expression hardened. He caught my eye and gave a subtle nod to someone behind
- me. Before I could react, I felt a sharp prick in my arm.
Dr. Bennett had moved silently behind me, a syringe in his hand. The sedative worked quickly, spreading through my veins like ice water.
“No,” I gasped, my limbs growing heavy. “Ethan, don’t let her… don’t let her get away with this…”
The knife clattered to the floor as my fingers lost their strength. I collapsed, and Ethan caught
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me before I hit the ground.
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As consciousness slipped away, I locked eyes with him one last time. I poured every ounce of my hatred and sense of betrayal into that final gaze.
How could he do this to me? How could he choose her over our daughter’s memory?
The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was Ethan’s face, his expression torn
between concern and regret.
(Victoria’s POV)
I watched in satisfaction as Olivia collapsed in Ethan’s arms, the sedative taking effect quickly. Dr. Bennett had acted just in time–another moment and she might have reached me
with that knife.
“Ethan,” I called out weakly, clutching my head where it had struck the coffee table. “I feel
dizzy…”
I swayed dramatically, making sure he noticed my distress. The cut on my forehead had reopened, blood trickling down my temple once more.
To my astonishment, Ethan didn’t even look in my direction. His attention remained fixed on Olivia’s unconscious form cradled in his arms.
“Dr. Bennett,” he said, his voice tight with emotion, “check Victoria’s injuries. I’m taking Olivia
to the medical den.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Ethan! You can’t leave me like this! She tried to kill me!”
His amber eyes finally turned to me, filled with a complex mix of emotions I couldn’t fully decipher. “Dr. Bennett will take care of you. I need to make sure Olivia gets proper medical
attention.”
Without another word, he lifted Olivia into his arms and carried her toward the door.
Fury and jealousy surged through me. How dare he prioritize her over me? After everything I’d done to discredit her, after all my careful planning, he was still choosing her?
I pushed myself to my feet, intending to follow them, but Dr. Bennett placed a firm hand on my
shoulder.
“Ms. Frost,” he said, his voice carrying a note of warning, “the Alpha has given his instructions. Please sit down so I can examine your injuries.”
I glared at the elderly healer, tempted to push past him. But I knew that would only damage
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the innocent image I’d worked so hard to cultivate.
“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth, sinking back onto the sofa.
As Dr. Bennett cleaned and dressed my wounds, I forced myself to appear calm and
composed. Inside, however, my mind raced with new plans and strategies.
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This setback was temporary. Ethan might be concerned about Olivia now, but once he had
time to reflect on her violent behavior, he would see the truth–that she was unstable and
dangerous.
I would make sure of it.
(Ethan’s POV)
I carried Olivia’s unconscious form into the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, my heart pounding
with a mixture of concern and confusion. The weight of her in my arms felt both familiar and
strange–a reminder of what we once were to each other.
“I need a private room,” I commanded the startled staff. “And get Dr. Marcus Fletcher here
immediately.”
A beta nurse hurried ahead of me, opening the door to one of the private suites reserved for
pack leadership. I laid Olivia gently on the bed, my eyes drawn to the deep cut across her palm
where the knife had sliced her during our struggle.
Dr. Fletcher arrived moments later, his expression carefully neutral as he took in the scene.
“Alpha King,” he greeted me with a respectful nod. “What happened?”
“She’s been sedated,” I explained, not wanting to go into details. “I need you to check her
thoroughly for any injuries. Particularly her hand.”
As the doctor examined Olivia, I paced the room, my thoughts in turmoil. The look in her eyes
before she lost consciousness haunted me–pure hatred mixed with a profound sense of
betrayal.
Had I betrayed her? By protecting Victoria? By allowing Dr. Bennett to sedate her?
“The cut on her hand is deep but clean,” Dr. Fletcher reported, interrupting my thoughts. “I’ve
stitched and bandaged it. There are no other physical injuries that I can detect.”
Relief washed over me. “Thank you, Doctor. I’ll take her home now.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” he asked cautiously. “Given her emotional state when she was sedated, perhaps she should remain here under observation.”
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I shook my head firmly. “No. She’ll be more comfortable at home. With me.”
The doctor didn’t argue further, recognizing the finality in my tone.
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I carried Olivia back to our residence, the place we had once shared as true mates before grief and misunderstanding had driven us apart. Once inside, I took her to the bathroom, carefully removing her blood–stained clothes.
With gentle hands, I bathed her, taking care not to disturb the bandage on her palm. Her skin felt soft and warm beneath my touch, stirring memories and desires I had long suppressed.
After drying her, I dressed her in comfortable clothing and carried her to our bedroom. I tucked
her beneath the covers, my fingers lingering on her cheek.
Even in unconsciousness, her beauty took my breath away. The sedative had smoothed the lines of anger and grief from her face, making her look younger, more like the Olivia I had
fallen in love with.
Reluctantly, I pulled away and headed to the shower. The hot water helped clear my head and
cool the desire that had stirred within me.
What was happening to me? For years, I had maintained my distance from Olivia, convinced
that our relationship was beyond repair. Yet tonight, holding her, caring for her, had awakened
something I thought long dead.
At the same time, I couldn’t ignore my protective instincts toward Victoria. The sight of Olivia
advancing on her with that knife had triggered a primal response in me–the need to prevent
violence, to maintain order in my pack.
I stepped out of the shower and dressed quickly, my thoughts still in disarray. Picking up my
phone, I called Dr. Bennett.
“How is Victoria?” I asked without preamble.
“Stable,” the elderly healer replied. “The cut on her forehead required a few stitches, but there’s
no concussion or other serious injury.”
“Good. Stay with her until she falls asleep, then you can leave.”
I ended the call and returned to the bedroom. Olivia hadn’t moved, her breathing deep and
even. I hesitated for only a moment before sliding into bed beside her.
Carefully, I drew her into my arms, her back against my chest. She fit perfectly against me, as
she always had.
A sense of calm settled over me as I watched her sleep. Whatever had happened between us,
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whatever would happen tomorrow when she woke, this moment felt right.
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Remembering her childhood fear of the dark, I left the lights dimmed before closing my eyes.
