<b></b>He will heal her scars


    : He will heal her scars


    <b>(</b>Third–person’s POV)


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    In the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, Matthew couldn’t see Olivia clearly. He pressed down on her hand as she unbuttoned his shirt, unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.


    He was pleased by her proactive passion, but wished she would be more open with him about her fears. He controlled the kiss, not allowing her to deepen it.


    “It’s toote, get some rest,” he said gently. “I have pack matters to handle.”


    He tucked her into bed, hisrge hand patting her backfortingly. But Olivia couldn’t


    sleep.


    She feigned sleep, growing increasingly annoyed by his restraint. She pushed his hand away and turned her back to him, her wolf bristling with frustration.


    Matthew found her silent protest amusing, his Alpha senses picking up on her irritation. He quietly left the room to handle urgent Syndicatemunications, which only made her angrier.


    She got up, went to the bathroom to remove the makeup he hadn’t praised, and returned to bed. As shey down, she bumped into a warm, familiar body.


    It was Matthew, who had returned after a quick shower, the scent of moonlight herbs and his natural musk filling her senses.


    Matthew kissed her softly, the familiar scent of ink from his study and shower gel calming her restless wolf, yet she still pushed him away with a petnt whine.


    “Don’t you have pack matters to handle?” Olivia asked, her resistance weakening as his Alpha presence enveloped her.


    “I’m done,” Matthew replied, exining that coaxing his mate was more important than any Syndicate business. He held her from behind, whispering sweet words into her ear through both voice and their mate bond.


    “How were you so beautiful just now? But you’re even more beautiful now.”


    When she mumbled that he couldn’t see in the dark, he countered, “Your scent is different. It’s more intoxicating now.”


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    His words made her blush and her body rx against his powerful frame. His lips moved from her cheek to her eyes, his voice growing hoarse as he whispered words of reassurance.


    “You’re notcking… Everything about you is perfect.”


    His touch sent shivers through her enhanced senses, but as his hand rested over the surgery scars on her chest from her difficult pregnancies, he grew still. Restraining his wolf’s protective instincts, he gently smoothed her nightgown.


    “This morning, under the ancient oak, what did Tasha tell you?”


    Matthew revealed Tasha’s betrayal, exining that she had leaked their mate bond severance documents and conspired against him with dangerous rogues.


    “Don’t believe what she told you,” he warned, his Alpha authority bleeding into his voice.


    “Okay, I won’t believe her,” Olivia replied with a conviction that told Matthew that Tasha had said something deeply unsettling to shake her confidence.


    The shocking news of Tasha’s betrayal made Olivia cling to him, her wolf seekingfort from her Alpha mate, asking why someone so close would turn against them.


    “She got confused by misced feelings,” was his simple, evasive answer, not wanting to burden her with the full extent of Tasha’s obsession.


    Suddenly, she scrambled out of bed and rushed into the dressing room. When she returned, her eyes shining with determination, Matthew watched as she knelt on the bed before him.


    She took his left hand and slid the mating ring he had prepared onto his finger–a symbol of their eternal bond in werewolf culture–softly saying, “I ept you as my true mate.”


    Her radiant, serene smile struck his heart like lightning. She had heard him in the boutique, his quiet wish to wear the ring that would mark him as imed.


    Overwhelmed with emotion, his wolf howling with joy, he pulled her into a deep embrace. “Now, the Alpha may im his Luna,” Matthew whispered, and they kissed deeply, their mate bond ring with golden warmth, ending a long and weary day in each other’s arms.


    Meanwhile, with only 11 days left until Matthew’s official coronation as Alpha King of the Eastern Territory, Fan Moonstone was plotting from his exile. He acknowledged that he couldn’t challenge the Alpha King directly inbat, but he had found a weakness.


    Looking at surveince photos of Olivia and Matthew, he nned his move.


    “Use her to threaten him into withdrawing from the coronation,” he told his son Ethan


    Moonstone, who had recently awakened from hisa.


    He smirked, revealing he had orchestrated the leak of their mate bond severance documents but credited Matthew’s own people for amplifying the scandal.


    “He’s aplete arrogant fool for personally handing over his weakness<b>,</b>” Fan sneered.


    He was informed that Tasha had been detained by the King’s forces, but he was unconcerned, iming he had no direct dealings with her. His cold gaze fell upon Ethan, whoy recovering in the hidden medical facility.


    Ethan had tried to end his own life after learning of Lyra ckwood’s death years ago.


    “You wanted to die, but I won’t let you,” Fan whispered to his son with cruel satisfaction. “I want you to watch how I sessfully reach the pinnacle of power.”


    The countdown to Matthew’s coronation was 11 days. When Olivia woke up, it was no surprise that Matthew was not by her side–Alpha Kings rose before dawn. <fn3ad7> Follow current nov?ls on findnovel</fn3ad7>


    She smiled, recalling his strained whispers from the night before as he restrained his wolf’s desires: “It’s veryte, you need to rest…”


    She realized she enjoyed seeing him on the verge of losing control, as it made her feel he might already love her beyond duty. On her vanity, she found the bottle of perfume he’d bought for her, along with a note in his elegant script.


    As she was packing herptop, her “Cipher” tracking program suddenly pinged with a match: 88 Silverbrook Lane.


    ted that her search for Hacker Zero had yielded results, she rushed downstairs, kissed Matthew and the pups, Leo and Aurora, goodbye, and hurried off in her armored vehicle.


    Watching her vibrant figure drive away under escort, Matthew felt through their mate bond that she was returning to her old confident self. He vowed silently, “Her ruins, her cracks, her scars–he will mend them one by one.”


    Olivia sped to the address with her security detail, her enhanced senses alert. She approached the door of 88 Silverbrook Lane and knocked.


    To her surprise, when the door opened, she was greeted by Fan Moonstone and his mate Annelise.