Olivia’s POV
I didn’t even rember how I reached my room.
The mont the guards wheeled Lennox away, sothing inside broke.
I walked into my room, closed the door slowly... and then I just collapsed on the bed.
I buried my face in the pillow and cried.
Not soft tears.
Not quiet ones.
Real crying. The kind that shakes your whole body, the kind that empties your chest and makes you feel hollow.
He told to stay away.
Stay away from him.
Don’t talk to him.
Don’t co near him.
Don’t comfort him.
Hearing it, it felt like my heart was being ripped apart.
I cried until my eyes burned.
Until my throat hurt.
Until exhaustion finally pulled into a heavy, painful sleep.
In the morning when I woke up, my pillow was still damp.
I sat up slowly, wiped my eyes, and whispered my morning prayers.
I prayed for guidance, for strength, and for peace.
And then I prayed for Lennox.
I asked Goddess to calm his heart.
To heal the pain inside him.
To protect him, because even if he didn’t want close, I still wanted him safe.
After praying, I took a shower, letting the warm water wash away whatever sadness I could carry out of my body. Then I got dressed in sothing simple, just a soft top and light pants.
I opened my door and walked into the hallway.
Servants passed by, greeting with their heads bowed.
"Good morning, Luna."
I forced a small smile and nodded politely. "Good morning."
My heart still felt heavy, but I pushed forward.
Every morning, I went to the kitchen to check what the cooks were preparing for breakfast. It was my little routine.
So I walked toward the kitchen, trying to take steady breaths.
But the mont I stepped inside...
My smile died.
Completely.
Because standing at the counter, stirring a bowl, looking comfortable, looking like she owned the kitchen was Annabella.
She turned slightly, noticed , and her eyes widened just a little.
The entire kitchen went silent.
My fingers curled slowly beside .
Why was she here?
Why was she cooking?
A slow, heavy annoyance rose in my chest that made my wolf growl in rage.
The cook bowed to nervously. "Luna, good morning."
I didn’t take my eyes off Annabella.
Not for a second.
For a long second, nobody moved.
Annabella stood there with a wooden spoon in her hand like she owned the whole damn kitchen. The cooks kept glancing between us, terrified. The sll of breakfast, eggs, butter, herbs, suddenly made my stomach twist instead of hungry.
I took one step forward.
My voice ca out low and sharp.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Annabella didn’t flinch.
She didn’t bow.
She didn’t even look nervous.
She just said calmly, "I’m making breakfast for Alpha Lennox."
Sothing inside burned.
Not anger.
Not irritation.
Jealousy. Hot, ugly, deep jealousy.
It hit so hard I almost gasped.
This, this was supposed to be my duty.
I was the Luna.
I was the mother of his children.
I was the one who should be checking his als, making sure he ate, making sure he got the right als, not her.
I stepped closer, my chest rising and falling too fast.
"The cook is making breakfast," I snapped. "So get out before I shove your face into that pot."
The room froze.
Annabella lifted her chin slightly. "Alpha Lennox asked to prepare his breakfast myself and serve it in his room."
My breath stopped.
Jealousy shot through like fire spreading too fast.
He asked her?
Not a warrior.
Not a servant.
Not the cook.
Her.
Pain hit next..
Because it made sense.
He told to stay away.
He didn’t want to see .
He didn’t want my voice, my presence, my help...
But he allowed her into his space.
Allowed her to cook for him.
Allowed her to serve him.
I swallowed hard, then turned to the staff. My voice was low but authoritative.
"Everybody out."
They hurried away like frightened birds, leaving only and Annabella in the silence of the kitchen.
I faced her fully now.
"What are your intentions?" I asked quietly but angrily. I was on the verge of losing it. "Tell ."
Annabella blinked once. Just once.
Then her face softened, not with fear, but with sothing that made my chest tighten.
Sadness.
"I don’t want trouble, Luna Olivia," she said. "Alpha Lennox already told to stay away from you, so that’s what I’m doing."
That stung.
He told her that?
I stepped closer. "Then why are you even here? Why are you cooking for him? What is your deal? What are you to him? What is he to you? Who the fuck are you?"
Annabella took a slow breath.
A shaky one.
"With all due respect," she said quietly, "while you were having a comfortable life with your perfect family, I cared for Alpha Lennox."
My heart thudded painfully.
She continued, her voice trembling but firm:
"Do you know what that ans? I was the one who cleaned him. I was the one who stayed awake all night, using my healing abilities to keep him alive when his body was shutting down."
Tears gathered in her eyes, but she kept going.
"There were nights he almost gave up. Nights he stopped breathing. Nights we almost lost him. I stayed every single ti. I almost lost my life sustaining him."
I felt my throat tighten.
She swallowed and whispered, "There are things I did for him that you will never know. Things I did because he mattered to ."
She looked away for a second, like confessing this hurt.
Then she raised her eyes again and said the words that sliced straight into my chest:
"So yes, you want to know what Lennox is to ?"
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"He’s the man I have been in love with for the past four years."
My breath left my body.
She stepped back, wiped her face, and whispered, "That is it. I believe you got your answers."
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