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Alpha Two 157

    <b>Chapter </b><b>157</b><b>: You </b>Treated Me Like a Breeding Tool


    Chapter 157: You Treated Me Like a Breeding Tool


    (Matthew’s POV) <fnaaba> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fnaaba>


    My palm rested on Olivia’s thigh, and I suddenly realized she was wearing a short nightgown today. Her skin was soft and cool beneath my touch.


    My hand couldn’t help but caress the outside of her thigh and her waist. The gentle movement woke Olivia <b>up </b>


    She stirred drowsily, mumbling something about the paternity test report. I patiently exined that my parents had taken Aurora’s hair sample for testing.


    “As for my side, I had taken a sample when Seraphina visited, I rified. “The test was between me and Seraphina.”


    Olivia was almost asleep again, mumbling vaguely, “You’re such a clever Alpha King… so clever.


    I was amused by her sleepy words. I withdrew my hand and gently patted her back until she slowly drifted into sleep.


    Then she directly rolled into my arms. My hand went stiff.


    My night vision allowed me to see the soft white flesh of Olivia’s chest. My wolf Titan howled inside me, wanting our mate.


    I held her, struggling to control my wolf, feeling myself burning up with desire.


    (Olivia’s POV)


    The next morning, I awoke to hazy, fragmented memories of the previous night. I recalled asking about the report, the feeling of falling into a fiery embrace, and the intense heat.


    Now, with Aurora nestled on my chest asking for milk, the memories felt surreal, When Matthew’s <b>face </b>came into view, my own face flushed red.


    I remembered waking in the night to find myself in his arms, his lips pressed against my forehead. I had escaped to the sofa, yet somehow ended up back in the bed.


    He, however, acted as if nothing had happened, calmly picking up Aurora and taking her out to mix form milk. In the bathroom, I sshed my face with cold water, but the heat on my cheeks refused to subside.


    Emerging from the bathroom, I found the household staff busy moving furniture. Nora exined that Matthew had decided the current wing was <b>too </b>small now that Aurora was here.


    “We’re moving to arger estate,” she said with a smile.


    I held Aurora and told her, <b>“</b>Mommy and Daddy are getting mated. Will you and ra be our flower children<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    Nora smiled, revealing that Matthew had already asked Aurora, who was excited to present <b>the </b>rings. But then Aurora innocently dered, “Mommy, <b>I </b>want a little brother.”


    My expression instantly changed. Nora quickly exined that Aurora was <b>just </b>repeating <b>what </b><b>her </b>grandparents had said.


    “The move is to a high–security estate within the Sovereign’s Citadel, Nora continued, “It <b>was </b>built after Matthew became the King of European Territories, but no one has ever lived in it.”


    I felt a wave of relief, d to be away from the watchful eyes of Barrett and Victoria Kane. At least I <b>could </b>avoid another awkward night.


    Just as we settled into the new estate, I received a call from the pack infirmary. I took a car, and upon arriving, found a grim–faced Theodore already there.


    A healer approached us with a serious expression. “Leo has suffered a serious head injury and is in aa. Although he can heal on his own, the pup’s healing capacity is not strong enough and requires continuous monitoring.”


    After the healer left, Theodore stared at me with disheveled hair. His eyes were bloodshot and desperate. “Leo is also your pup, and you have a responsibility to take care of him,” he said, his voice breaking. “For the next two days, you cannot go anywhere. You must stay here and look after him.


    Theodore continued his appeal, acknowledging my impending mating ceremony with Matthew but insisting on my maternal responsibility. “I don’t need you to make up for thest three years, just fulfill your duty as a mother while he’s in critical condition.”


    He promised to stay away so I wouldn’t have to see him. “Please, Olivia. He needs his mother.”


    In response, I simply turned, walked back into Leo’s room, and shut the door in his face.


    Inside, Eleonora Redgrave was waiting. She ced a leather box at my feet, saying, “This is Lyra’s jewelry.”


    She began a tearful apology, iming Leo was an innocent victim of maniption. Then she revealed a horrifying truth.


    “After you left, Theodore threw your pup into Lyra’s Hope Sanctuary,” she said, her voice trembling.


    Eleonora pulled up Leo’s sleeve, exposing a canvas of old, ovepping scars from being bullied by older pups. My hand trembled as I saw the evidence of my son’s suffering.


    She delivered the final blow, handing me a medical report. “Leo inherited the curse of your family; he also has


    heart disease,” she said softly.


    With me reeling from the revtion, Eleonora confessed everything. She admitted that after learning my second unborn pup had a fatal defect, she became “possessed” by the fear of losing the Redgrave bloodline.


    “I knew that Theodore’s wolf was bing unstable due to your wolf being asleep,” she continued. “So I gave him an aphrodisiac and arranged for ra Thorne to climb into his bed.”


    She took full responsibility, begging me not to abandon Leo. I slowly rose to my feet, my expression like ice as I looked down at the woman I once considered a mother.


    “After my mother passed, I revered you as my own mother,” my voice was chillingly calm. “But what did you see me as? A burden you had to ept for your son?”


    My words cut through the air like silver des. “Knowing my pup had a problem and not telling me? Knowing my health was poor and still pushing me to have another pup?”


    “You treated me like a breeding tool, without any regard for whether I lived or <b>died</b>!” My voice <b>rose </b><b>with </b><b>each </b>word. “You are even more despicable than Theodore. How can you stand here <b>and so </b><b>glibly </b><b>recount </b><b>how </b><b>you </b>


    hurt me?*


    Ignoring Eleonora’s frantic attempts to exin, I picked up the jewelry box and walked out. Eleonora chased after me, pleading desperately.


    “Olivia, I was wrong, please don’t go! I genuinely treated you well… I didn’t know your health was so poor,) really didn’t!*


    I was chased onto the road by Eleonora, She caught up with me as I was crossing the street, tightly grabbing


    my arm.


    I wanted to break free but didn’t want to resort to violence. And at that moment, a red Mercedes sped


    towards me.
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