(Ethan''s POV)


    I couldn''t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding in Lucas ckwood''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 epted another spoonful. "It''s delicious," he


    murmured. "Thank you foring, 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 irreceable,


    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 difort 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.