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My attitude completely set Callahan off.
He grabbed a ceramic vase from the table and hurled it straight at me.
Sharp pain exploded in the back of my head as porcelain shattered, and I crashed hard onto the stairs.
The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat–I couldn’t even get up.
“Quit the act! Get up already!” Callahan snapped impatiently from behind me.
Willa rushed over with fake concern:
“Olivia, are you okay? I saw the vase just barely graze your shoulder…”
“Shut up!” I cut her off through gritted teeth, forcing myself to stand.
Seeing my harsh attitude toward Willa, Callahan’s eyes turned ice–cold:
“Willa’s lost her appetite. Go make her that bone broth with healing herbs you’re so good at–and hold the garlic. She can’t
stand the smell.”
“No.” I refused without hesitation.
“This isn’t a request!” Callahan’s Alpha dominance pressed down on me, his voice deadly quiet. “Olivia, you will do as I
command.”
I clenched my fists, fighting against his Alpha pressure:
“I said no. What are you gonna do about it?”
Something vicious flashed in Callahan’s eyes. He stormed over, roughly grabbed my arm, and shoved me into the kitchen.
LAM!
The door slammed shut behind me.
“Don’t even think about coming out until that broth is done!”
“Callahan, you’ve lost your damn mind!”
I pounded on the door, screaming “Let me out!” until my voice was hoarse, but got nothing but silence in return.
My palms were swollen and burning from hitting the door. Finally, I slumped to the floor, leaning against the cold wood.
Through the door, their conversation drifted in clearly.
Willa spoke in her soft, sweet voice:
“Callahan, isn’t this a bit harsh on Olivia? If she doesn’t want to cook, that’s fine. I don’t really need the broth.”
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Callahan sighed:
“Willa, she’s been spoiled rotten by the Norvinda Pack all these years. I need to fix that entitled attitude. If she’s going to be part of the ThunderThorne Pack, she needs to follow our rules. How else can she raise our pups properly?”
“TheThunderThorne Pack has always valued harmony and respect, but she’s so… difficult. My mother never really liked her.”
Willa asked innocently:
“Callahan, why don’t you just break up with her then?”
Sudden silence.
I held my breath, pressing closer to the door.
Yeah, if I’m so awful in his eyes, why put up with me?
The silence stretched on until Willa prompted softly: “Callahan?”
His cold words cut through me like a blade:
“The Norvinda Pack’s influence in the Northern Territory is unmatched. Their silver mines and medical resources… their support has been crucial for my Alpha position.”
I clutched my chest as tears finally spilled over.
Of course.
All these years, he never wanted me–he wanted my pack’s power.
I remembered when Grandpa had his heart attack, and Callahan’s bold surgical approach saved his life.
I fell hard for this brilliant, accomplished Alpha surgeon.
I just sent a simple thank–you gift, but then he started pursuing me relentlessly.
He never directly asked for the Norvinda Pack’s help–all those behind–the–scenes arrangements were my doing, done in secret.
How pathetic. I’d been worried he’d refuse our help if he knew.
The kitchen door opened, and Callahan froze when he saw me, then frowned:
“Crying over making broth? Get out. You’re annoying the hell out of me.”
Fighting dizziness, I struggled to my feet and stumbled toward the bedroom.
The moment I opened the door, ice–cold dread crawled up my spine.
The sheets had been changed to frilly pink lace–the style I absolutely hated.
My photo on the nightstand was replaced by some random baby portrait.
The closet was completely empty–not a single piece of my clothing remained.
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Callahan’s voice came from behind me:
“The guest room’s too small. Willa needs the master bedroom with her condition.”
Willa added timidly:
“Olivia, you don’t mind, do you? I promise once the baby’s born, I’ll—”
“Fine,” I cut her off. “Where are my things?”
Callahan looked away:
“Had the staff move them to the storage room. We need the guest rooms converted to nurseries. Pick whichever room you want.”
I stayed silent for a long moment, then nodded: “Okay.”
In the storage room, my designer gowns were carelessly thrown on the floor, jewelry scattered in dirty corners like unwanted
trash.
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