Chapter 77: A Cold Night–2
Now, seeing her stand protectively beside Connor, her wolf clearly aligned with his, I realized what I had lost. A single tear slipped from my eye as I nearly broke down, the pain of losing my true mate overwhelming me
“Livvy,” I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion.
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her amber eyes flashing. “You lost that right when you chose Cassandra
over me.”
Her words cut deeper than any physical wound. My wolf howled in anguish, recognizing too late what it had
thrown away.
“I made a mistake,” I said, taking a step toward her. “I see that now. Please, Livvy, give me another chance.”
Olivia’s expression hardened, her wolf rising protectively as she moved closer to Connor. “Stop harassing me, Ethan. It’s over between us. It has been for months.”
“No,” I protested, my voice hoarse with emotion. “It can’t be over. We belong together.”
“We never belonged together,” Olivia replied, her voice steady despite the anger flashing in her eyes. “You made that clear every time you looked at Cassandra, every time you compared me to her, every time you made me feel like I wasn’t enough.”
Each accusation was like a knife to my heart because I knew they were true. My wolf cowered beneath my skin, ashamed of how we had treated her
“Leave me alone, Ethan,” she growled, her amber eyes flashing with the intensity of her emotions.
I was heartbroken and desperate, my normally proud demeanor completely shattered. “No,” my barely audible. “Livvy, I was really wrong. Please, please come back… Please, Livvy…”
voice was
The Alpha heir in me was humbled to dust, my wolf submissively lowering its head in a desperate attempt to appease her. I had never begged anyone for anything in my life, but I was begging now.
Olivia sighed deeply, her expression softening slightly, but not with forgiveness–with pity. Her wolf, once so attuned to mine, now turned away completely, seeking the comforting presence of Connor instead. Just leave me alone” she said quietly, stepping back and attempting to close the door.
Panic surged through me at the finality of that closing door. Without thinking, I reached out to stop it, my hand getting caught painfully between the door and the frame as I refused to let this final connection between us be severed.
“Livvy, please,” I begged, ignoring the pain shooting through my trapped hand. “I’ll do anything. I’ll be better. I’ll be what you need.”
Connor’s growl was low and dangerous as he stepped forward, his wolf surging protectively. With Alpha strength, he pushed me backward, freeing my hand but sending me stumbling into the hallway.
“She said leave,” Connor stated, his voice carrying the unmistakable command of an Alpha.
Before I could respond, Olivia closed the door firmly, the sound of the lock clicking into place like a final period on our relationship.
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Chapter 77 A Cold Night
I stood outside in the hallway, tears streaming down my face, the night becoming a cruel nightmare for the once–proud Grey heir. My heart felt like it had a gaping hole torn through it, the emotional wound far more painful than any physical injury my wolf could heal.
For several minutes, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think beyond the crushing pain in my chest. The muffled sounds of Olivia and Connor’s voices from behind the door were like salt in my wounds.
Eventually, I forced myself to walk away, each step more difficult than the last. Outside, the snow was falling heavily, coating Harbor City in a blanket of white. I didn’t bother getting into my car. Instead, I wandered aimlessly through the snowy streets, my wolf howling silently in grief.
The physical cold was nothing compared to the emptiness inside me. For the first time, I truly understood what I had done to Olivia–the pain I had caused her by making her feel second–best, by comparing her to Cassandra, by taking her love for granted.
Now it was too late. She had found someone who appreciated her, who put her first, who made her feel valued. And I was left alone with my regrets.
I walked for hours, oblivious to the snow soaking through my clothes, to the bitter wind cutting through my jacket. My wolf, once so proud and dominant, now whimpered like a wounded pup, finally understanding the true cost of my arrogance.
The streets of Harbor City blurred around me as I walked without direction or purpose. Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of my reflection in a storefront window–a broken man with red–rimmed eyes and snow–dusted hair, barely recognizable as the confident Alpha heir I had once been.
I felt that on this night, all the snow in the world had fallen on my heart, freezing the last remnants of hope I had clung to. My wolf, once so proud and dominant, now whimpered like a wounded pup, finally understanding the true cost of his arrogance and the precious mate he had lost through his own actions.
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