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<b>Chapter </b>211<b>: </b><b>Betrayal </b>
Chapter 211: Betrayal
(Olivia’s POV).
<b>“</b><b>I </b>once heard ssmates talking badly about Victoria behind her back, and I even had a big fight with them. Miranda buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled by tears. “My kindness to her was genuine, not <b>what </b>she said just to make myself look better.”
Her shoulders trembled as she recounted the memories to me. The weight of betrayal was crushing her spiritpletely.
“I defended her so many times. I thought we were real friends.” Miranda’s voice cracked with pain. “How could she do this to me?”
I listened quietly, unsure how to console the devastated woman beside me. Her pain was raw and genuine.
I gently patted Miranda’s back, feeling the tension in her muscles. “Miranda, you need to ask yourself if you made a mistake.”
She looked up at me with red–rimmed eyes. “Should I have been more considerate of Victoria’s sensitivity? Her feelings of inadequacy?”
I sighed deeply. “You need to be more cautious in choosing whom to trust in the future. Betrayal can be dangerous in our world.”
Miranda cried for a while longer as we drove through the city. When we finally arrived at her luxurious Harbor City estate, her eyes were swollen and red.
“Olivia, thank you for saving me from what could have been a devastating scandal.” She gripped my hands tightly. “I promise to return the favor whenever you need it.”
I epted her thanks graciously. “Don’t be so formal, Miranda. I understand what you narrowly escaped.”
The gravity of the situation hung heavy between us. One wrong move could have destroyed her reputation
No sooner had I left Miranda’s estate than I received word at myw firm that Connor Rivers had arrived. My
heart skipped a beat at the unexpected news.
As I opened my office door, Connor quickly approached me. His face was etched with worry, his protective Alpha instincts on full disy.
He examined me meticulously from head to toe. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt during the confrontation
I stared back at him, puzzled by his concern. “Who told you about the incident?”
A shadow of concern crossed Connor’s eyes. “A contact from the police department informed me.”
My expression remained unreadable. “It was Miranda who was drugged and targeted. The attackers were after her specifically.”
I paused, watching his reaction carefully. “I simply helped rescue Miranda from a <b>dangerous </b><b>situation</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
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<b>Connor </b>breathed a sigh <b>of </b>relief<b>, </b>his tense shoulders <b>rxing </b>slightly. “I’m aware <b>that </b><b>Miranda </b><b>is </b><b>safe </b><b>and </b>the <b>culprits </b>have been apprehended,”
I nodded in acknowledgment. The case had been resolved quickly thanks to the evidence we’d <b>gathered</b>. <b>Connor’s </b>phone rang with an urgent pack business call. After answering it, his expression grew serious.
<b>“</b><b>I </b>have to return to Rivers Pack headquarters immediately. The pack council is waiting for me.” He <b>gestured </b><b>to </b>the nutritional supplements he’d brought. “I brought these for you.”
As Connor left, I stood there in a daze for a moment. I gazed at the pile of gift boxes containing various healing herbs and werewolf–specific tonics on my desk.
I was speechless. Why were so many supplements necessary when I wasn’t even injured?
“You don’t need to be hurt to benefit from these,” Connor said, reaching out to gently stroke my head. “Livvy<i>, </i>next time you encounter such danger, don’t put yourself at risk like that.”
His tender touch caused my heart to skip a beat. The warmth of his concern enveloped mepletely.
Later that day, I received a call from Harrison. He wanted to meet me to discuss his divorce case.
More specifically, the severing of his mate bond with Margaret Grey. The legal implications wereplex and emotionally charged.
Harrison, now discharged from the hospital and separated from Margaret, was living alone in a modest apartment. It was far from the elite werewolf districts he once called home.
As I arrived at the Shadowvale Tenement Complex, I saw Ethan Grey approaching the building. He looked disheveled in inexpensive clothes, his face unshaven.
He bore little resemnce to the polished Alpha heir he once was. The fall from grace had been swift and
brutal.
Ethan’s expression turned sour as he caught my scent. Emma Thompson stepped forward protectively, sensing the tension.
“What are you doing here?” Ethan angrily questioned me. “Are you representing my parents‘ bond severance
case?”
His voice was filled with usation and desperation. “I demand that you transfer it to someone else.”
“My pack is already in ruins,” he continued bitterly. “Your actions will only tear my family apartpletely.” I retorted coldly, “It wasn’t my intention to break up your family. I’m trying to prevent the bond severance from
happening.”
My voice was steady and firm. “It’s your mother Margaret who wants to sever the mate bond.”
Ethan was confused, his wolf agitated by the conflicting information. “That’s not what my mother told me.” “She said you were pushing for the divorce,” he said suspiciously. His eyes searched my face for deception.
Iughed mockingly at his blind reliance on his mother’s words. “Are you still tied to her apron strings like a pup?”
I headed towards the apartment building, ignoring his protests. His wounded pride was evident in <b>every </b><b>step </b>
he took.
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Ethan followed, his desperation overriding his wounded ego. “Please don’t let my parents sever <b>their </b>mate
bond.”
“I won’t let Margaret get her way in destroying what remains of your family,” I replied firmly. The determination in my voice was unmistakable.
Ethan sensed something was amiss with his mother’s story. His wolf instincts were telling him there was
more to this situation.
He reluctantly followed me into the elevator. The confined space amplified the tension between us.
Upon reaching Harrison’s modest apartment, the older werewolf expressed his displeasure at seeing his son. The scent of disappointment was heavy in the air.
The once–proud Alpha looked worn down by recent events. His authority was diminished but not entirely
broken.
“Father, pleasee home,” Ethan pleaded desperately. “We can try to salvage our pack and family unit.” Harrison’s expression hardened. “Margaret is beingpletely unreasonable and maniptive.”
“She’s just hurt,” Ethan argued. “You should try to understand her after so many years of being mated.” Harrison retorted bitterly, “Margaret wants to abandon us both for a morefortable life with her wealthy connections.”
The pain in his voice was evident. Years <i>of </i>marriage were crumbling before our eyes.
Ethan’s anger red suddenly. “You sent my mother evidence of father’s infidelity, didn’t you?”
He turned to me usingly. “That’s what caused her <i>to </i>want the bond severance.”
Harrison turned to me with a sharp, questioning look. His wolf’s protective instincts toward his remaining family member were surfacing.
I scoffed at the usation. “Why would I send evidence against my own client to the opposing party?”
My voice was filled with disdain. “If I truly wanted to prevent the bond severance, that would be counterproductive.”
“Margaret likely discovered the evidence herself,” I pointed out logically. “She’s now trying to manipte you into hating me and distrusting your own father.”
Ethan acknowledged my point with reluctant understanding. The logic was undeniable, even to his judgment.
I mocked him for his blind faith in his mother. “You believe everything your mother says.”
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I questioned sarcastically, “If you’re so obedient to her, why aren’t you mating with Cassandra Evans <i>as </i>she wanted?”
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