Chapter 10: Threats and Accusations
Chapter 10: Threats and Accusations
(Olivia’s POV)
A pack healer frowned, looking from the equipment back to me. Her eyes narrowed professionally as she assessed my condition.
“Did you take a sedative?” she asked clinically.
I nodded, feigning slight grogginess. “Yes. Two doses of Moonlight Herb sedative before bed,” I glanced at the digital clock above the emergency room entrance. “It’s been about four hours.”
The healer immediately shook her head, her expression turning grave. “That won’t do. Your blood won’t pass the purity tests for transfusion.”
I spread my hands helplessly, meeting the shocked and furious eyes of Graham, Gloria, and my father. I spoke slowly, letting the words sink in.
“Sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to save her. I really can’t do anything.”
The silence that followed was delicious. I watched as understanding dawned on their faces, followed swiftly by rage.
My father, Ambrose Oasis, was the first to break. He snarled, his face contorting with fury. “Olivia, you’re playing us! Why didn’t you say anything earlier if you knew you couldn’t donate blood?”
I met his gaze with wide–eyed innocence. “Father, you know Graham dragged me from my bed and forced me here. I barely had time to think.”
“Livvy, you…” Graham stared at me, jaw clenched, teeth clenched. I was telling the truth, making it impossible
for him to refute my words. Seeing the mix of frustration and despair on his face made me happy inside.
Gloria’s eyes burned with hatred. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms so hard I could smell the
faint trace of blood.
Just then, the healer rushed out from the emergency room doors again, her expression urgent. “The stored blood supply is insufficient! Have you found a compatible donor? We need one immediately!”
Gloria panicked, shoving my father hard. “Go! Get your blood drawn! Our daughter is dying!”
Ambrose, despite his Alpha status, visibly flinched. His fear of pain and weakness clearly overrode his paternal concern. He hesitated, looking around as if searching for an escape.
Graham, however, rolled up the sleeve of his expensive suit without a second thought. “I can donate. Draw
mine!” he declared resolutely.
I let out a small, humorless laugh,/“Noble, Graham. But your veins already flow with my blood, thanks to all those transfusions I gave you. Drawing yours is just indirectly drawing mine, isn’t it?”
Graham and Gloria stared at me, their expressions a complex mixture of resentment and dawning realization. I’d spent years giving Graham my blood after his battles and training injuries. The Irony wasn’t lost on any of
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I yawned delicately, making a show of my exhaustion and boredom. “Well, since I’m useless here, I suppose
I’ll be leaving.”
I turned to go, but Gloria stepped into my path, her voice sharp with menace. “You stay right here, Olivia Oasis! Don’t think this absolves you. If you walk out now, don’t ever expect to reclaim a single shred of your mother’s legacy or standing within this territory!”
I paused, annoyed by the threat but unwilling to give Gloria the satisfaction of seeing me flee. Fine. I would
stay.
I wanted to witness firsthand whether Bella pulled through or succumbed to her supposed illness. Finding an empty bench in the corridor, I sat down, the lingering effects of the sedative and the night’s drama pulling me towards sleep, even as Gloria’s muttered curses echoed nearby.
“If Bella dies, you’ll be buried with her,” she hissed as she passed me to return to the emergency room.
I merely closed my eyes, feigning sleep. Let her threaten. It was all she had left.
The night dragged on with a flurry of activity. Healers rushed in and out of Bella’s room. Graham emerged occasionally, looking pale and drawn after his blood donation, My father paced the hallway, making calls and barking orders into his phone.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, the uncomfortable bench doing little to help me rest. Each time I opened my eyes, I caught someone glaring at me – a nurse loyal to the Oasis Pack, Gloria during her brief exits from Bella’s room, or my father as he stalked past.
Finally, as dawn approached, the frantic energy subsided. A healer emerged with a tired but relieved
expression.
“She’s stabilized,” she announced. “The transfusion was successful.”
Gloria collapsed into a nearby chair, sobbing with relief. My father’s shoulders sagged as the tension left his body. Graham, who had been sitting vigil by Bella’s bedside, didn’t emerge.
After a tense night of emergency procedures, Bella survived. I woke stiffly as the morning light filtered into the sterile hallway. I stretched, feeling drained but resolute, and prepared to leave.
I noted Graham was likely resting in Bella’s room after his blood donation. Walking out of the Northern Territory Medical Center, blinking in the early sun, I was about to look for a cab when a sleek, expensive black SUV Porsche pulled up smoothly beside me.
The driver’s side window rolled down, revealing a young she–wolf with a bright, sunny smile and eyes full of youthful energy. Her perfectly styled hair and designer sunglasses perched atop her head screamed wealth.
“Beautiful sister, need a ride?” she chirped, her voice melodic and cheerful.
I was momentarily taken aback – an expensive vehicle like this operating as a ride–share? The young woman laughed, seemingly reading my thoughts.
“My family cut off my allowance,” she explained cheerfully. “Trying to teach me a lesson, I guess. So, I have to drive for a ride–hailing service to support myself!”
Exhausted from the sleepless night and the emotional turmoil, I found myself accepting the offer and slid into the plush passenger seat. The leather was butter–soft and still smelled new.
“I’m Abby, by the way,” she said, extending a manicured hand while keeping her eyes on the road.
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‘Olivia,” I replied, shaking her hand briefly.
“I haven’t even logged into the system yet,” Abby continued brightly as she pulled away from the curb. “Just pay whatever you feel is fair when we get to your place.”
I gave her my address, feeling a strange mix of weariness and curiosity. This girl’s story didn’t add up–the car alone was worth at least five hundred thousand dollars – but I was too tired to care.
Shortly after, Abby’s phone rang. She answered, her tone slightly exasperated but still cheerful.
Yes, brother… No, I’m working… Yes, picking up a fare right now… Look, I’ll call you back.”
Hanging up, she rolled her eyes playfully at me. “See? My family. They don’t believe I’m actually out here driving. Think I’m just wasting time.”
Her phone was the latest model, with a custom case that probably cost more than most wolves made in a month. Everything about her screamed privilege, from her perfectly maintained nails to her casual mention of a controlling brother.
As we drove, I glanced back through the rear window towards the hospital entrance. Bathed in the morning light stood a tall, imposing figure – sharply dressed, radiating quiet authority.
I felt a flicker of recognition, a sense of power that seemed familiar, but the distance and angle made it
impossible to be sure before the SUV turned the corner.
Abby chattered on beside me, talking about wanting to prove her independence to her family. I listened with half an ear, a pang of melancholy hitting me as I contrasted my own difficult, betrayal–ridden existence with
the seemingly carefree rebellion of this young she–wolf.
“You know, you’re really beautiful, Abby said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. “Even without any makeup,
you look amazing.”
I, though suspicious of the girl’s entire story, felt a genuine warmth at the unexpected compliment. Thank you,” I murmured, offering a small, tired smile.
The rest of the drive passed with Abby’s cheerful monologue about her favorite restaurants, shopping destinations, and social media accounts. I nodded occasionally, too exhausted to engage fully.
Upon arriving at my villa, I went inside to retrieve some cash, returning with 500 pack dollars. Abby accepted only 200, thanking me profusely with another bright smile.
This is too much,” she protested, trying to hand back some of the money.
“Keep it,” I insisted. “You saved me from having to wait for a cab.”
As I watched the expensive SUV drive away, I always felt something was off about the encounter.
I couldn’t shake the feeling Abby gaye me – that she knew me.
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