Chapter 176: Leaving Mat
<b>Chapter </b><b>176</b><b>: </b><b>Leaving </b>Matthew <b>Kane </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>176</b>: Leaving Matthew Kane
(Matthew’s POV)
<b>Inside </b>the emergency room, sudden screams echoed one after another. It was Theodore <b>Redgrave</b><b>. </b>
The sound tore through the sterile corridors like a wounded animal’s cry. He was allergic to anesthesia and was undergoing a harrowing procedure to have a silver de fragment removed from his chest while <b>fully </b>
conscious.
Seraphina Kane, crying hysterically, buried her face in Olivia’s shoulder. “Sister–inw, I’m so scared. Will Theo
die?<b>” </b>
Olivia held the distraught she–wolf, her voice steady as she passed me. “He has a strong will to live. He <b>won’t </b>be defeated so easily, don’t worry.”
I watched them, my fingers curling slightly at my side before rxing. The way Oliviaforted Seraphina
with such natural grace made my chest tighten.
Another scream pierced the air. Theodore’s voice was raw, desperate.
Seraphina flinched against Olivia’s shoulder. “I can’t bear to hear him suffer like this.”
“The silver is deep,” Olivia murmured, her medical knowledge evident. “But the surgeons here are skilled. He’ll
survive this.”
I found myself studying her profile. Even in this chaos, she remainedposed, maternal. It was one of the
countless reasons I’d fallen for her.
The screaming continued for what felt like hours.
Three hourster, a terribly weak Theodore was wheeled out of the operating room. He had miraculously held
onto consciousness through the agony.
!
His face was ashen, sweat–soaked hair clinging to his forehead. But his eyes were alert<b>, </b>searching.
As Seraphina reached for his hand, Theodore bypassed her and weakly sped Olivia’s wrist.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension. Everyone’s gaze darted between Olivia and me, oblivious to <b>the </b>fact
that our bond had just shattered.
Olivia gently pulled her hand free. “Thank you for saving me,” she said, her voice distant.
Before Theodore could reply, Beta Tristan stepped forward. “The assassin’s target was our King,” he
announced formally. “Thank you, Alpha Redgrave, for your heroic act. We will find the person behind this and
give you a proper exnation.”
I approached Theodore, extending my hand. The gesture was calcted, superior. “You’ve worked hard. Rest
well.”
Meeting my cold golden eyes, Theodore retorted softly, “You’re wee. It was mainly for Olivia.”
His words hit their mark. I felt my jaw clench involuntarily.
Seraphina looked between us, confusion written across her tear–stained face. “What’s happening? Why is
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<b>everyone </b><b>acting </b><b>so </b>strange<b>?</b>”
<b>As </b><b>a </b><b>pack </b><b>medic </b><b>pushed </b><b>Theodore </b>away, I grasped <b>Olivia’s </b>shoulders. <b>My </b><b>expression </b><b>was </b><b>grim</b><b>. </b>Well nak when we get home<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>But </b>our departure was halted by a small hand. It was Leo Redgrave, <b>his </b>eyes wide <b>with </b><b>fear </b>
“Mom, please stay. I’m so scared.”
Olivia’s eyes flickered with a trace ofpassion and reluctance. “I’lle see you when I <b>have </b><b>time</b><b>, </b><b>she </b>relented, before her voice hardened with resolve. “Let go of my hand.”
Leo pleaded, “Mom, I shouldn’t have made you angry. Mom, today is my eighth birthday. Can you <b>give </b><b>me </b><b>a </b><b>hug</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
After <b>so </b>many days apart, he desperately yearned for her embrace. The raw need in his voice <b>made </b>even <b>my </b>
hardened heart ache.
Seeing Olivia’s predicament, Eleonora Redgrave intervened. She gently guided Leo away. <b>“</b>Come<b>, </b>dear<b>. </b>Your
mother needs rest.”
But the pup suddenly broke free, rushing back to throw his arms around Olivia’s waist.
Staggering, Olivia was steadied by my firm hands. She looked down at her tear–streaked son <b>and </b>finally
rested a hand on his shoulder.
The pup hugged her tightly, then stepped back with a maturity beyond his years. “Mom, rest well. I’m grown
up now, I can protect you.”
He then faced me, “Uncle Matthew, please take care of my mother.”
The formal request from such a young pup struck me unexpectedly. I nodded once, curtly.
I scooped Olivia into my arms and carried her to the car. She didn’t protest, but her body remained rigid
against mine.
The enclosed space was filled with the metallic scent of Theodore’s blood, clinging to our ceremonial attire.
Feeling suffocated, Olivia rolled down the window. The April willow catkins flew in, irritating her eyes.
She rubbed them, and silent tears began to stream down her face.
In the driver’s seat, Beta Tristan sensed the icy tension. I could feel his confusion through our pack link, his
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As we drove, I gave a quiet order through the pack link. My voice was devoid of emotion: “Have our trackers
investigate Den Shaw and Theodore Redgrave.”
The timing of Theodore’s heroic act was too convenient. Too perfectly orchestrated.
(Olivia’s POV)
Back at the manor, I went straight to the master bedroom to remove my cumbersome <b>ceremonial </b><b>gown</b>.
The weight of the fabric felt suffocating now. Every thread seemed to mock the ceremony <b>that had </b><b>ended </b><b>in </b>disaster.
I fumbled with the ties on my back until a cool hand covered mine.
Chapter 176 Leaving Mat <b>“</b><b>I’ll </b><b>help </b><b>you</b><b>, </b>Matthew <b>sald</b>,
<b>I </b><b>tried </b><b>to </b>refuse. “I can manage.”
<b>“</b><b>Let </b><b>me</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>he insisted quietly.
<b>In </b><b>the </b>mirror, I watched his deft fingers work the knots. His touch sent a shiver <b>through </b><b>me </b><b>despite </b>
everything.
Each brush of his fingers against my skin felt like a goodbye. The intimacy we’d shared, <b>the </b><b>bond </b>we’d <b>almost </bpleted, all of it was ending.
Once the gown fell, leaving me in a simple slip dress, I felt exposed. “Please leave.”
Instead, he turned. “Untie mine.”
He sat on the edge of our bed, forcing me to stand before him. My arms circled his neck in an intimate
gesture as I worked on the ties.
Our scents intertwined, pine and moonflowers. I heard Zoe whisper in my mind, “We should not <b>leave </b>mate.
“We have to,” I whispered back to her.
My fingers trembled as I loosened the ceremonial knots. Each one felt like severing another thread between <ol><li><b>us</b>. </li></ol>
After I finished, I retreated to the closet to change. I needed distance, needed to think clearly.
When I came out, I was embraced by Matthew. He held me close, his arms encircling my waist.
He whispered in my ear, “What about our Aurora?”
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