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Meanwhile, Ethan arrived at my empty room, his hand pausing on the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, he pushed
the door open, his amber eyes scanning the darkness.
The bed was untouched, the room empty of my scent. His expression darkened as realization dawned - | was
deliberately avoiding him.
His jaw clenched as he closed the door quietly. This gof cat and mouse was far from over.
The next morning, | accompanied Matriarch Evelyn to the kitchen for breakfast. Bernard Sheppard had
prepared a spread of fresh venison sausages, eggs, and warm bread.
To my dismay, Ethan was already seated at the table, a cup of coffee in hand. His eyes tracked my movement as
| helped Matriarch Evelyn to her seat.
"Good morning, Grandmother," he greeted, his voice warm with affection. When his gaze shifted to me, that
warmth vanished. "Olivia."
| nodded stiffly in acknowledgment, taking the seat furthest from him. Bernard placed a cup of moonlight herb
tea before me, and | thanked him with a genuine smile.
The television mounted on the kitchen wall was tuned to the morning news. | was about to ask Bernard to turn it
off when a familiar face appeared on the screen.
"Breaking news this morning," the reporter announced. "Miles Blackwood, son of prominent businessman Harold
Blackwood, has been arrested on multiple charges of assault."
sist
My teacup froze halfway to my
lips as | stared at the screen. It was indeed the sman who had attackedat the restaurant.
"Several women have cforward with allegations against Mr. Blackwood," the reporter continued. "Police
say they found substantial evidence in his possession linking him to the crimes."
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Relief washed through me. Whatever had happened after Lucas rescued me, Miles Blackwood would no
longer be a threat..
| felt Ethan's intense gaze onas | watched the news. His eyes missed nothing
- not the slight relaxation of my shoulders, nor the small sigh of relief that
escaped my lips.
"You seem pleased," he observed, his voice deceptively casual.
| set down my teacup carefully, "Justice being served is always satisfying."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Indeed."
After breakfast, | rose quickly, eager to escape Ethan's scrutiny. "I should be going, | announced, gathering my
things.
"I'll drive you," Ethan offered immediately, already standing.
| shook my head firmly. "That won't be necessary."
Matriarch Evelyn, sensing my reluctance, intervened smoothly. "Bernard, please arrange a car for Olivia."
"Actually," | said, seizing the opportunity, "Luke is coming to pickup."
Ethan's face darkened at my use of the familiar nickname. "Luke?"
"Mr. Blackwood," | clarified, unable to resist the small act of defiance. "He offered to drivehome."
Matriarch Evelyn beamed with approval. "How thoughtful of him! You must invite him for dinner sometime,
Wanwan."
| nodded, deliberately avoiding Ethan's thunderous expression. "I'll ask him.” Bernard appeared at the doorway.
"Miss Winters, Mr. Blackwood has arrived." "Thank you, Bernard," | said, relief evident in my voice. | bent to kiss
Matriarch Evelyn's cheek. "Til visit again
soon, Grandmother."
She patted my hand affectionately. "See that you do, dear."
| left without a backward glance, though | could feel Ethan's eyes burning into my back as | walked away.
Outside, Lucas Blackwood stood beside his sleek black car. He opened the passenger door with a gentlemanly
flourish as | approached.
"Good morning, Miss Winters," he greeted, his voice carrying just enough warmth to be convincing to any
observers.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Blackwood," | replied, sliding into the passenger seat. "Though it wasn't
necessary."
He closed my door and walked around to the driver's side. Once inside, his formal demeanor relaxed slightly.
"If we're going to maintain this pretense," he said, starting the engine, "we need to
be consistent. Especially around your mate
| winced at the term. "Ex-mate," | corrected firmly.
Lucas nodded, pulling away from the villa. "Where would you like to go?"
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"The Moonstone Dining Hall, please,” | said, "I left my bag there last night."
A small smile played at the corner of his mouth. "No need." He reached into the back seat and retrieved my
handbag. "I took the liberty of collecting it for you."
Il accepted it gratefully. "Thank you. That's very thoughtful."
"Your phone battery was dead," he added, gesturing to the charging cable
plugged into the dashboard. "I thought you might need it."
| connected my phone, watching as the screen lit up with the charging symbol. "I appreciate everything you've
done, Mr. Blackwood."
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"Lucas, please," he insisted. "If we're to be friends, formality seems unnecessary."
| nodded, relaxing slightly. "Lucas. | should thank you properly for handling Miles Blackwood. | saw on the
news he's been arrested."
Lucas's expression turned serious. "Actually, | can't take credit for that. It was
His phone rang, interrupting whatever he had been about to say. He glanced at the screen and sighed. "I
should take this. It's Harold Blackwood, Miles's father."
He answered the call, his voice shifting to a more authoritative tone. “Harold, | was expecting your call."
Even without enhanced werewolf hearing, | could hear the angry voice on the other end of the line. "What have
you done to my son? He's in jail with broken hands!"
Lucas remained calm. "Your son attempted to assault multiple women, Harold. He's exactly where he
deserves to be."
More angry shouting followed, but Lucas cut it short. "This conversation is over. Miles will face the consequences
of his actions, and so will anyone who enabled him."
He ended the call with a sigh. "I apologize for the interruption. As | was saying-" My phone suddenly cto life,
buzzing repeatedly with accumulated notifications. Text messages, missed calls, and voicemails filled the screen.
Among them, | noticed several missed calls from "Jay" - my nicknfor James Knight, my childhood friend and
the only person who had stood bythrough everything.
I quickly silenced the phone, not wanting to deal with the barrage of messages just yet. Looking out the window,
| spotted a subway station approaching.
"Could you stop here, please?" | asked suddenly.
Lucas looked surprised but complied, pulling over to the curb. "Is everything
alright?"
| nodded, gathering my bag. "Yes, | just need to make a private call. Thank you for
the ride."
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