(Olivia''s POV)"


    The antiseptic smell of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den assaulted my senses as


    I walked through the sliding doors. My thermal food container felt heavy in my hands, the warmth of the healing venison stew seeping through to my palms.


    I hadn''t slept wellst night. The knowledge that Lucas ckwood was hospitalized because of me weighed heavily on my conscience. Thomas Griffin''s call hade just after midnight, his voice carefully neutral as he informed me that Lucas had developed a


    "Mrs. Winters," Maxwell Chen''s voice broke through my thoughts.


    I looked up to see Ethan''s special assistant approaching me, relief evident on his face. His usually impable appearance was slightly disheveled, suggesting he''d been at the medical


    den for some time.


    "You came," he said, his eyes darting to the thermal container in my hands. "Alpha Stone will


    be pleased. May I take that for you?"


    I instinctively pulled the container closer to my chest, my emerald eyes hardening. "This isn''t


    for him."


    Maxwell''s expression faltered. "But... you''re here to see Alpha Stone, aren''t you? He''s been


    asking for you."


    "No," I replied coldly. "I''m here to see Lucas ckwood."


    The confusion on Maxwell''s face would have beenical under different circumstances.


    "Alpha ckwood? But why would you-"