(Ethan’s POV)
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding in Lucas Blackwood’s room. Through
the partially open door, I watched as Olivia tenderly fed him from her thermal container. The
same container she used to bring me food when I was ill.
Her slender fingers wiped a drop of stew from the corner of his mouth with such gentleness
that my chest constricted painfully. The intimacy of the gesture was unmistakable.
“You need to eat more,” I heard her say, her voice carrying a warmth I hadn’t heard in years.
“The herbs will help your fever.”
Lucas’s eyes never left her face as he accepted another spoonful. “It’s delicious,” he
murmured. “Thank you for coming, Olivia.”
The way he said her name–with such reverence–made my wolf howl in agony inside me.
This tenderness, this care… it used to be mine. Olivia used to look at me that way, used to
touch me with that same gentle concern. Now her emerald eyes softened only for him.
A realization hit me with the force of a physical blow: Olivia Winters didn’t love me anymore.
She truly wanted to give up on me.
The pain of this thought eclipsed even what I’d felt when Victoria had temporarily left me years ago. This was different–deeper, more devastating. I was losing someone irreplaceable,
someone who had once been my entire world.
“Alpha Stone?” Dr. Samuel Wilson’s voice barely registered as he entered my room. “How are you feeling? Any discomfort from the poisoning?”
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on Lucas’s ward door, which had now closed, cutting off my
view of my wife caring for another man.
