Chapter 83: Severed Ties and Calculated Cruelty–1
Chapter 83: Severed Ties and Calculated Cruelty
(Olivia’s POV)
The movers carried the last of my suitcases toward the door, their efficient movements a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart. Though I was eager to leave this place and its painful memories behind, something about closing this chapter of my life felt bittersweet.
“Is that everything, Ms. Winters?” the beta mover asked, his voice respectful.
I nodded, taking one final glance around the apartment that had been my home. “Yes, that’s all.”
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and my heart stopped. Ethan Grey stood there, looking like ghost of his former self. His face was pale, eyes sunken with dark circles beneath them, making him look haggard and thin. The vitality that once radiated from his wolf form seemed diminished, almost extinguished.
His melancholy blue eyes widened as he took in the scene the movers carrying my luggage, the nearly empty apartment behind me.
“Liv, are you moving?” His voice was raspy, barely recognizable.
I only nodded, remaining silent. There was nothing left to say between us.
Gathering my courage, I walked toward the elevator, intending to brush past him without further interaction.
But as I mov
past, Ethan’s hand shot out, seizing my wrist in a desperate grip.
“Please don’t go,” he begged, his eyes filled with fragmented emotions. His wolf was practically whimpering through his gaze. “I promise I won’t harass you again. I just… I just want to be near you. To quietly stay by your side.”
Gone was the arrogant Alpha heir I’d known. In his place stood a broken man, clinging to the last threads of what we once had.
My gaze fell to where his fingers encircled my wrist. “Let go of me, Ethan,” I said, my voice icy.
Instead of releasing me, his grip tightened, desperation making him forget his strength. Pain shot through
my arm.
—
“You’re hurting me,” I cried out, wincing. “Your werewolf strength you’re hurting me!”
As if electrocuted by silver, Ethan immediately released my wrist, horror flashing across his face.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he stammered, his eyes wide with guilt. “I just don’t want you to leave.”
I rubbed my reddened wrist, anger and pity warring within me. “I’ve made myself clear, Ethan. We can never return to the past, nor can we start anew.”
The movers shifted uncomfortably behind me, pretending not to listen.
“There’s no need for you to engage in these self–gratifying acts,” I continued flatly. “You tried to sever your life force. If you’re such an extreme person, I’m only thankful that I left you, rather than feeling that you loved me so much you couldn’t live without me.”
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Chapter 83: Severed Ties
His face crumpled at my words, but 1 forced myself to continue. This needed to be said
“I don’t want to carry a life on my back after a relationship, I finished, stepping into the elevator with the bes movers. “Especially one that was so damaging to my own wolf.”
The doors closed on Ethan’s devastated expression, and I exhaled slowly, feeling as though rd finally out the last thread binding us together.
(Ethan’s POV)
“I don’t want to carry a life on my back after a relationship.”
Olivia’s
final words echoed in my mind as I stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the closed elevator doors.
She was gone. Really gone.
But wait – she had told me not to attempt to sever my life force again. Did that mean she still cared about me? Did she care whether I lived or died, and didn’t want me to treat my life so lightly?
Hope flickered in my chest, a dangerous, desperate hope. My blue eyes turned red with emotion as my wolf
stirred within me.
I knew it: Liv wouldn’t be so heartless. There was still hope for me, for my wolf to feel whole again.
(Olivia’s POV)
River View Villa took my breath away. Connor had outdone himself with this thoughtful gift – a beautiful home covering more than 600 square meters, complete with a large swimming pool and a backyard that overlooked the vast blue sea.
I sat on the garden swing, taking in the peaceful view. The villa was fully furnished with furniture and appliances, all in my favorite style. Every detail showed Connor’s care and understanding of my tastes.
“Where would you like these, Ms. Winters?” one of the beta movers asked, carrying in another box of my personal belongings.
“The master bedroom, please,” I directed, watching as they carefully transported my things.
my personal belongings. My I’d left most of the furniture and appliances in my old apartment, bringing only mother’s silver pendant hung safely around my neck, and I’d carefully packed the shattered pieces of the Light Blue Ceramic Wolf Figurine, hoping Eliza Montgomery could restore it.
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