Chapter 70 Wound and
Chapter 26: Wounds and Memories
Chapter 26 Wounds and Memories
(Olivia's POV)
Pain shot through my face as I shifted in bed. I accidentally brushed against my bruised cheek.
"Ow-"I recoiled. The sharp sting cleared the fog of fever from my mind.
The bedside lamp clicked on, bathing the room in soft golden light. I squinted against the brightness. My vision slowly focused on Ethan's face hovering above me.
His amber eyes narrowed as they traced the stark bruises marring my skin, His jaw tightened with tension. A muscle twitched beneath the surface of his skin.
Without a word, he turned and left the room. His footsteps echoed down the hallway, heavy and purposeful.
Through my fever haze, I heard him on the phone. His voice was a dangerous, controlled whisper that sent chills through me despite my feverish state.
"Maxwell, I need you to find out who laid a hand on Olivia Winters in Shadowfall Detention Center."
A pause followed as he listened to his special assistant's response. My heart raced despite my exhaustion, wondering what he planned to do.
"Take care of them inside, a hundredfold," he commanded coldly. The deadly promise in his voice made me shudder. This was the merciless Alpha King that other packs feared.
The floorboards creaked as he returned to the room. He held a small bottle of Moonberry Fever Reducer in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He set both on the nightstand before carefully sitting on the edge
of the bed.
"Open your mouth," he instructed, uncapping the fever reducer. "Take the medicine."
Those simple words triggered something dark inside me. Suddenly, I wasn't in my bedroom anymore.
I was eight years old again, huddled in that dank orphanage basement corner. The head caretaker loomed over me with that sickening smile.
"Take your medicine, little wolf," he'd cooed, eyes glinting with malice. "It will make you feel better."
I'd been naive enough to believe him then. I opened my mouth obediently. The bitter liquid burned going down, leaving me disoriented and weak.
Too weak to fight back when the whip came down across my back. Too weak to escape the predatory gaze
that followed.
"No," I whispered now, clenching my jaw shut. My entire body trembled as I pressed against the headboard,
I putting distance between Ethan and myself.
Understanding flickered in his eyes. Without warning, he placed the medicine in his own mouth.
Before I could process what was happening, his lips descended on mine. I whimpered in protest, struggling
weakly against his chest, pushing at him with what little strength I had.
He deepened the kiss, ignoring my resistance. One hand cradled the back of my head to hold me still while
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