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had failed Lily in every possible way.

"I made the call," I admitted, my voice hollow. "I told Nathan to do whatever was

necessary to

save Emma."

I released Victoria's wrists and stepped back, unable to bear her touch any longer.

The weight

of my guilt was crushing.

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"I didn't know about Lily then," I continued. "But that's no excuse. I should have been there for her. I should have kept my promise."

Victoria reached for me, her eyes still wet with tears. "We both made mistakes, Ethan. But we

can make it right."

She took a tentative step toward me. "I'll go to Olivia. I'll apologize. I'll even atone with my life

if that's what she wants."

"No." My voice was firm, carrying the unmistakable command of an Alpha. "You will not

contact Olivia. Not now, not ever."

Victoria flinched at my tone. "But Ethan-”

"I will speak to her myself," I said, cutting her off. "I will formally mark her as my Luna, giving

her the legitimate status in the pack she deserves."

Victoria's eyes widened in shock. "What? But what about us? What about Emma?"

"Emma will always be important to me," I assured her. "But Olivia is my true mate, the mother

child. I've failed them

to look at Victoria

for years now seemed like

Black Alpha

standing there, her expression a mixture of shock and

had a mate to win

(Olivia's POV)

I stirred the

of herbs filled my

feeling today?" I asked, my emerald eyes reflecting genuine

better?"

Blackwood's deep voice came through the speaker. "The fever's gone, but I still

eat to regain your

of you."

know," he sighed. "Hospital food isn't exactly

prepare something for you. I have some

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"Would you mind if I came to you instead?" Lucas asked, his voice revealing his desire to dine with

unusual to say the least. But after everything we'd been

found myself saying. "I'll have dinner

expected, though still paler than usual. His tall frame filled my doorway as I welcomed

he commented, following me

pot on the stove. "Venison stew

help restore your strength."

rolled up his sleeves. "Can

in surprise.

sound warm and genuine. "I live alone. It was either learn

the rest of the meal together. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, surprisingly natural despite

felt good to laugh again, to enjoy simple conversation without the weight of grief and

the food, but..... this." He gestured between us. "It's been a long time since

feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the food. "Me

prepared to leave. "I should go. It's

walked him to the door, suddenly aware of how much I'd enjoyed his

me, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment

with tidying up the kitchen, his

in my

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