(Matthew’s POV)

    Olivia’s eyes widened in astonishment. “You mean, you don’t want me toplete the mating ceremony, but to go back to the Shadow Syndicate and take over as the head of the Cipher

    “The Alpha King said that from now on, I’ll be in charge of Olivia’s treatment,” Dr. Aris Lowell said carefully into the phone.

    Theodore’s voice came through the device, cold and demanding. “Seeing that photo album, was she happy?” “Olivia was very touched,” Dr. Aris replied softly.

    There was a pause before Dr. Aris pressed on. “Alpha Theodore, do you really just want me to cure Liv’s illness?”

    Aris whispered the question that had been haunting her since their conversation began.

    “If I ask you to do something else, would you do it?“” Theodore retorted, his tone sharp.

    “No!” Aris refused decisively, her voice gaining strength. “I won’t betray Liv.”

    She always felt that Theodore had ulterior motives. The way he questioned her, the intensity in his voice – it all felt wrong.

    She silently decided in her heart that she must never tell Theodore that Aurora was his pup.

    “Just focus on treating my mate,” Theodoremanded, his gaze fixed on the Sovereign’s Club through the ss window.

    His eyes glinted with a hostile light as he watched the building where Olivia was staying.

    Meanwhile, Matthew Kane finished his work and found Olivia still on the sofa. She was lost in thought as she looked at the album Dr. Aris had given her.

    (Olivia’s POV)

    “It’s time to shower and sleep,” Matthew said softly, sitting beside me on the sofa.

    My hands curled slightly, my nails digging into my palms. Many of the ces in the album, which Rhonda had visited through the Lyra ckwood Memorial Trust, were ces Theodore and I had also gone to for Crimson Pack’s charitable projects.

    I didn’t know how to bring this up. Was this Theodore’s way of reaching me through Dr. Aris, or was it just a coincidence?

    When Matthew took my hand, I instinctively pulled away.

    He noticed the faint scars on my palm and asked, “What’s wrong?”

    “Nothing,” I replied, hiding my hand from his grasp.

    “Is this Dr. Aris an old acquaintance?” he probed, his golden eyes studying my face.

    “It’s such a coincidence,” I exined quickly. “She used to be my pack healer, then she switched to psychology and just got her license.”

    Matthew’s expression showed concern. “She’s inexperienced. I can find someone else if you prefer.”

    feel she’s very good,” I insisted. “I feel rxed after talking to her.”

    Matthew took my hand again, his touch making my palm feel itchy. Then he wrapped his arms around me from behind to catch my hands as I tried to hide them.

    His voice whispered right by my ear. “Let me see.”

    The intimate gesture, trapping me in his embrace, made me feel hot. The unique, clean scent of him made my heart race even more than my hand itched.

    “Matthew…” I called his name, hoping he would let go.

    In this intimate moment, the thought that had been lingering in my heart surged strongly again. When did he discover that I was his fated mate?

    I recalled our hasty marriage registration – a practical arrangement to ensure Aurora’s birth certificate and help him withstand political pressure. I had always believed it was just an agreement.

    But now I discovered he was my second chance mate. When had he realized this?

    Our recent actions had already far exceeded the intimacy between an Alpha king and an ally.

    He released me and outlined our living arrangements. “Aurora on the second floor, you on the third, and me on the first.”

    Seeing my

    night?”

    subdued expression, he softened his tone. “Will you apany me to a pack gathering tomorrow

    He mentioned his mother had arranged a formal mating ceremony photoshoot, but he had refused it. This brought me a flicker of relief.

    He then pulled me onto hisp, asking, “What’s wrong?”

    With my eyes glistening, I finally voiced my turmoil. “Matthew, you’re too good to me,” I choked.

    “So good that it feels like… this is real…”

    “What’s real?” he asked patiently, his hands gentle on my shoulders.

    “Really thinking that you consider me your mate.”

    Matthew looked at me, caressing my cheek. “This is true, can’t you feel it?”

    My eyes widened in shock. A tear slid down my cheek.

    He gently wiped it away. “Is this okay?”

    “When did you know?” I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

    My wolf Zoe roared in my mind, “Our mate has known for a long time.”

    Heughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I’m not sure which day, but suddenly I felt you were my fated mate. I thought you didn’t know yet.”

    “But my identity…” I began, panic/rising in my chest.

    Matthew interrupted me. “Your identity is good, you’re perfect for my pack, your abilities are helpful to the organization, and moreover..

    He cupped my face in his hands. “You’re beautiful and capable. You’re my destined Luna.”

    My mind went nk.

    “But I have two pups,” I said weakly.

    “Well, one of them is mine,” he countered, his gaze resolute. “I will be a qualified partner. ept my mark, Livvy.”

    “It’s too sudden,” I whispered, overwhelmed by the intensity of his confession.

    He pulled me into his embrace, my face pressed against his neck where I could feel the steady beat of his heart. “Slowly get used to it, is that okay?”

    My own heart was racing. I realized with a jolt that I had feelings for him.

    A nearly inaudible “Mmm” escaped my lips, as faint as a kitten’s meow.

    For a moment, Matthew was still, processing my answer. Overjoyed but finding it surreal, he touched my face.

    His lips curved into a smile as he watched me blush. “Is that okay?”

    Before I could answer, he leaned in and kissed me.

    At first, it was a gentle and tentative kiss, careful not to make me feel uneasy. Then, while kissing me, he lifted me by my hips and carried me to my room.

    His kiss became domineering and aggressive, trailing towards my ears and neck.

    When he was about to continue further, he suddenly stopped. “Not today, Livvy, it’s not time yet.”

    buried my blushing face in his chest.

    He hastily said goodnight to me and left the room.

    Iy on the big bed, curled up in a ball, unable to believe what had just happened. Sleep eluded mepletely.

    Then my phone rang. It was a call from Dr. Aris Lowell.

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