Chapter 333
Chapter 333
(Olivia’s POV)
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My heart hammered against my ribs as I burst through the door of Dr. Harrison Fletcher’s private study without knocking. My wolf paced anxiously beneath my skin, her emerald eyes reflecting my panic.
“Dr. Fletcher, what’s wrong with my mother?” I demanded, scanning his face for any hint of bad news.
The healer’s expression softened as he gestured to the chair across from his desk. I noticed he seemed more amiable than usual –
ever since Ethan had shown concern for me, the pack’s attitude had shifted.
“Please, Luna Winters, have a seat,” he said, his tone deliberately calm.
Dr. Fletcher personally poured me a cup of Moonflower Calming Tea, the herbal scent wafting between us. My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted it.
“This will help settle your nerves,” he offered, watching me carefully.
I couldn’t bring myself to drink it, though I forced a polite “Thank you” as I perched on the edge of the seat. My wolf whined with worry inside me, sensing something wasn’t right.
“Please, just tell me what’s happening with my mother,” I pressed, my knuckles white as I gripped the armrests.
Dr. Fletcher took a deliberate sip from his own cup before setting it down with practiced precision. The careful movement only increased my anxiety.
“Your mother’s condition has been showing some… interesting developments,” he began, not meeting my eyes directly.
He launched into a lengthy explanation about blood tests and monitoring protocols. My enhanced werewolf hearing picked up his slightly elevated heartbeat as he spoke in circles without addressing any specific concern.
“The cellular response to the treatment has been within expected parameters,” he continued, shuffling papers that didn’t need shuffling, “though we’re monitoring certain markers that could potentially indicate…”
Five minutes passed. Then ten. Dr. Fletcher talked endlessly about medical procedures and theoretical concerns. Not once did he mention any actual change in my mother’s condition.
My initial anxiety began to transform into suspicion. My wolf growled softly inside me, sensing deception.
“Dr. Fletcher,” I interrupted, cutting through his monologue about white blood cell counts. “Stop beating around the bush–is there actually a problem with my mother’s health or not?”
The healer faltered, his rhythm broken. He adjusted his glasses nervously, avoiding my direct gaze.
“Well, I wouldn’t say there’s an immediate concern, but-”
“Then why call me here with such urgency?” I demanded, leaning forward. My wolf’s impatience bled into my voice.
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Dr. Fletcher’s scent changed subtly–guilt. I’d caught him in a lie. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, recognizing the betrayal.
The cold realization washed over me like moonlight on a winter night. This was a deliberate delay.
“Is it Ethan?” I asked, standing up abruptly. My emerald eyes locked onto Dr. Fletcher’s guilty expression as my wolf surged
forward.
The healer’s silence was confirmation enough. His eyes darted to the door as if calculating an escape route.
“He asked you to keep me busy, didn’t he?” I pressed, fury building inside me.
Dr. Fletcher swallowed hard. “Alpha Stone only wanted-”
I didn’t wait to hear the rest. Ethan had directed him to call me here, to get me out of the way.
There could only be one reason: James’s kidney for Emma Frost.
“Damn it!” I bolted from the office, panic propelling me down the corridor. My wolf clawed at my insides, desperate to break free
and run faster.
My hands shook as I fumbled with my Evidence Phone, nearly dropping it as I dialed James’s number. No answer.
“Come on, James, pick up!” I muttered, trying again as I pushed through the exit doors.
I tried three more times, each unanswered call tightening the knot of dread in my chest. I switched to calling Ethan, but his phone
went straight to voicemail.
“Ethan, don’t you dare do this!” I shouted into the phone, not caring who heard me in the parking lot.
My tires squealed as I pulled out, driving toward the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Every red light felt like torture. Every slow
driver became an enemy.
“Move!” I screamed, honking at an elderly driver who barely crawled through an intersection.
Twenty minutes felt like twenty hours. My wolf howled inside me with fear for my friend. James had already lost his racing
career. His hand was permanently damaged. And now Ethan wanted to take his kidney too–all for Emma, a child who wasn’t
even his.
I screeched into the medical den parking lot, barely remembering to turn off the engine before I raced inside. A nurse called after
me as I sprinted past the reception desk.
“Ma’am! You need to sign in!”
I ignored her, my wolf’s enhanced speed carrying me through the halls. I dodged between staff members and patients, following the scent trail I knew would lead to James.
When I reached his room, I skidded to a halt outside the glass window. The scene inside made my blood run cold.
Ethan stood by the bedside, his broad shoulders blocking most of my view. His powerful Alpha presence filled the room like a
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physical force. His expression was cold and implacable as he watched James sign a document.
I recognized it instantly–the Broken Pact of Sacrifice. The same agreement James had once signed to save Lily, now being used
to save Emma instead.
James sat in bed, pen trembling in his grasp. His face was pale, his jaw tight with resignation. A muscle twitched in his cheek as
he pressed the pen to paper.
I knew James hated Victoria and resented Emma. He would never agree to this willingly. Ethan must be coercing him with his Alpha influence.
“James, don’t sign it!” I cried, shoving open the door with such force it slammed against the wall.
My wolf’s strength propelled me forward as I lunged toward the agreement. The room seemed to stretch in slow motion as I
reached out.
But Ethan was faster. By the time my fingers grasped at air, he had already snatched the signed agreement away with his large
hand.
I stumbled forward, momentum carrying me off balance. I nearly fell, but Ethan caught me with one arm, pulling me against his
chest to steady me.
His wolf instinctively protected his mate despite our estrangement. The familiar scent of him hit me for just a moment before I
pushed away.
My gaze fell on the signature line where James’s name was now written in his distinctive handwriting. The pain and anger that flooded through me was overwhelming.
“Let go of me,” I hissed, struggling against Ethan’s grip. My wolf clawed to be free, to attack, to defend what was ours.
I reached desperately for the agreement, determined to save my friend from this forced sacrifice. “Give me that paper!”
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