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| scanned the crowded terminal, searching for Emma's familiar face among the returning campers. Something in

the air felt different-a scent, perhaps, or just an inexplicable feeling that made my wolf stir.

Just as | looked up, a group of elderly travelers walked past, chatting and laughing. Their tour guide, Wesley

Hartman, held a small flag above his head, momentarily blocking my view of the opposite side of the terminal.

"This way, please! Stay together!" Wesley called out, his voice carrying over the airport noise.

As the group passed, | caught a glimpse of something-someone-that made my heart skip. A woman with

chestnut hair, her hand clasped in another's. Before | could focus, they disappeared into the crowd.

"Daddy~!"

A sweet voice cut through my thoughts. Emma was running toward me, her blonde hair bouncing with each step,

her face lit up with excitement.

| half-squatted, ignoring the twinge in my side where the scar from Olivia's knife remained, and caught Emma as

she launched herself into my arms.

"Daddy, | miss you so much!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my neck.

| lifted her, breathing in her familiar scent. "I missed you too, princess."

In the two years since Olivia's disappearance, Emma had beceven more attached to me. What had started

as Victoria's orchestration-Emma's attempts to please me-had evolved

into genuine affection. She truly sawas her father now.

"Did you have fun at camp?" | asked, setting her down but keeping hold of her hand.

Emma nodded enthusiastically. "I won first place in the tracking competition! Miss Parker said

I have natural talent!"

Speaking of Miss Parker, the training den teacher approached us with a polite smile. "Alpha

King Stone, it's good to see you."

"Miss Parker," | acknowledged with a nod. "I trust Emma behaved herself?"

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"She was exemplary," Miss Parker replied, maintaining the respectful distance appropriate when addressing an

Alpha. "Her skills are developing impressively."

| noticed Emma watching this interaction with pride, her chin lifted slightly as she observed the deference shown

toby other parents who passed by. She enjoyed being the Alpha's daughter, even if not by blood.

"Thank you for taking care of her," | said to Miss Parker, who bowed slightly before departing.

Emma tugged on my hand. "Daddy, where's Mommy?"

Before | could answer, a familiar voice called out from behind us.

"Emmy!"

Emma's face lit up as she spotted Victoria. "Mommy!" She pulledtoward where Victoria sat in her wheelchair,

looking elegant despite her disability.

Victoria smiled warmly at Emma, then looked up atwith those eyes that had

once

captivated me. "I couldn't wait at home. | haven't seen Emmy for half a month, | miss her."

She reached for Emma, who hugged her carefully, mindful of not disturbing her mother's

paralyzed legs.

"Don't worry," Victoria added, her voice softer as she met my gaze. "I don't care about other

people's opinions anymore."

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The unspoken message was clear-she didn't care if people judged her for appearing in public

with me, the Alpha whose mate had supposedly died. Her eyes held what appeared to be

genuine love.

"You've giventhe courage to face anything," she continued. "Even like this." She gestured to

her wheelchair.

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| couldn't help but stare at the touching family reunion unfolding before me. Alpha King Ethan

Stone, Victoria Frost, and little Emma-they looked like the perfect family despite Victoria's

wheelchair.

"Aren't they just beautiful together?" my friend whispered beside me.

| nodded, watching as Victoria adjusted Emma's hair with maternal tenderness. In the two

years since her accident, Victoria had transformed her public image, becoming a moderately famous crystal

designer with thousands of followers across social media platforms.

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Her followers knew everything-her childhood connection with Ethan, their five- year separation

during his marriage to Olivia Winters, and their unwavering bond despite all complications.

"Seeing Mr. Stone and his chosen partner, | believe in true love again," | remarked, genuinely

moved by their devotion.

My friend sighed dreamily. "A man as powerful and handsas Stone, and Miss Frost is disabled, but he never

rejected her and still protects her like his first love."

| frowned slightly, a question forming. "If he values her so much, why hasn't he married her

yet? It's been two years since his mate's death."

"Don't you know?" my friend replied, lowering her voice. "He's observing the three-year

mourning period for Matriarch Evelyn Stone. They were exceptionally close, and pack tradition demands respect

for such bonds."

| noticed Victoria's knuckles whitening as she gripped her wheelchair's armrests. She must

have overheard us.

"That old woman," my friend continued, oblivious to Victoria's reaction. "Even in death, she

delays their happiness."

(Olivia's POV)

| felt a chill run down my spine as | overheard the conversation. Grandmother Evelyn was dead? The news hit me

harder than | expected.

Lucas must have noticed my reaction because his grip on my hand tightened. "Are you

alright?" he asked quietly.

| nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. We were walking past the group where Ethan stood with

Victoria and Emma, the perfect family portrait.

The sight of them together-Ethan's protective stance beside Victoria's wheelchair, Emma's adoring gaze up at

him-was a cruel reminder of everything | had lost. My daughter. My mate. My place in the pack.

"Liv, Lucas called softly, his gray eyes filled with concern.

| took a deep breath, steadying myself. Two years of therapy hadn't erased the

pain, but they had taughtto manage it.

"I'm fine," | assured him, my voice steadier than | felt.

Lucas looked relieved but heartbroken. | knew he was remembering how he'd

foundafter my suicide attempt in Moonstone River.

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Lucas Blackwood would never forget the day he received that call. After months of believing Olivia had perished

in the river, hearing her voice had seemed like a miracle-or a cruel joke. "Lucas?" her voice had been tentative,

uncertain. "It's me. Olivia."

He had driven through the night to reach the coastal town where she was staying,

still disbelieving until he saw her standing there, thinner and paler but unmistakably alive.

"I needed time," she had explained that night over tea. "Tto heal from my psychological wounds. I'm better

now."

But later, while helping her in the kitchen, he had seen the scars on her wrists- jagged lines that told the story

her calm words concealed. Evidence of attempts to end her life after the river had failed to claim her.

His heart had broken anew. He had pulled her into his arms, holding her as if she might disappear again.

"I'm sorry," he had whispered. "I was late."

Olivia had rested her head against his chest. "It's all over. I'm not alone now. | have my mother..."

The revelation had surprised him. Olivia had reunited with her mother, Evelyn Winters, who had spent years

searching for her daughter after they were separated during Olivia's childhood.

Though Olivia didn't remember her mother due to the trauma she had experienced, Evelyn had recognized her

daughter instantly from news reports about the Luna of Silvercrest Pack.

It was Evelyn's unwavering care that had pulled Olivia back from the brink when nothing else could. Her mother

had been her anchor, her reason to live when Lily's death and Ethan's betrayal had left her adrift.

Olivia's reaching out to Lucas had been prompted by Evelyn's iliness-a condition

that required

specialized treatment only available in Silvercrest territory.

At the parking lot, Lucas guided Olivia to his waiting car. "I thought we might visit

Sacred

Moonlight Cemetery first," he suggested gently.

Olivia nodded, her eyes distant. "Yes. | need to see Lily."

Lucas had visited the cemetery frequently during Olivia's absence. He had

discovered that,

contrary to Victoria's cruel deception, Lily's grave remained undisturbed, her tombstone still

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Victoria had exploited Olivia's grief with a similar urn, another manipulation in her campaign to destroy Olivia.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Olivia approached her daughter's grave with trepidation. Seeing the

untouched memorial, she fell to her knees, tears of relief streaming down her face. "She's still here," Olivia

whispered. "She was here all

along."

The next morning, they met with Dr. Harold Bennett at Crescent Moon Medical Center. The elderly healer

reviewed Evelyn Winters' medical records with careful attention.

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“I'd like to examine her personally before making any definitive recommendations," Dr. Bennett said, his voice

kind but professional. "Can you arrange for her transfer?"

Olivia nodded, relief evident in her expression. "Yes, of course."

"I'll handle the arrangements," Lucas offered. "A specialized medical team and private flight. We'll have her here

within days."

Olivia squeezed his hand gratefully. "Thank you, Lucas. | don't know what | would

have done without you."

After Evelyn's transfer and thorough examination, Dr. Bennett developed a

surgical plan. However, Evelyn's condition required a period of hospitalization to strengthen her before the

procedure.

"She's too weak for immediate surgery," Dr. Bennett explained. "We need to build her strength first."

Olivia nodded, accepting the reality of the situation. "How long?"

"At least three weeks," the doctor replied. "Possibly longer."

That evening, Lucas showed Olivia to his private residence near the medical

center. "You'll stay here," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "It's close to your mother, and | have plenty of

room."

Later, he pressed a credit card into her hand. "For expenses. Whatever you

need."

Olivia tried to refuse. "Lucas, you've done enough-"

"Please," he interrupted. "After everything you've been through, letdo this

much."

She reluctantly accepted, though she had no intention of using it except in emergencies.

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That night, Olivia approached Lucas with another request. "I have these crystal

design blueprints," she explained, showing him her work. "Could you deliver them to Gwendolyn Pierce?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "The fashion icon? Head of the Pierce family?"

Olivia nodded. "Her patronage could launch my career as a designer. | heard Victoria Frost is the frontrunner this

year, but..."

"Consider it done," Lucas promised.

At Gwendolyn Pierce's celebration at Moonlit Glade, Ethan Stone stood beside Victoria Frost's wheelchair. Despite

her physical limitations, Victoria commanded attention in her elegant gown, her crystal jewelry catching the

light.

Gwendolyn Pierce, regal in her bearing, approached the gathering. After exchanging formal greetings, she raised

her glass.

"The crystal pieces I'll be wearing for my celebration this year will be entrusted to

Olivia Winters."

Victoria, who had wheeled herself closer in anticipation of hearing her own name, froze. She turned slowly, her

face a mask of shock.

There, standing across the room, was Olivia Winters-the woman everyone

believed had died two years ago.

Ethan stared, his amber eyes wide with disbelief, his face draining of color as if

he'd seen a ghost.

As Olivia approached, the reality sunk in: Olivia Winters had returned.