Semua Bab My Mate and Daughter's Betrayal: Bab 11 - Bab 20

(Victoria's POV)I watched Grace carefully as she sat beside Ethan at our family dinner. That girl was simply not assertive enough. Too submissive, too indulgent toward my grandson. For years, I'd tried to strengthen their mating bond, creating opportunities for them to reconnect, but nothing seemed to work.Grace had missed so many chances to solidify her position as Luna. Now, I feared it might be too late.The poor dear looked thinner than ever tonight. Her once vibrant green eyes seemed dimmed, her shoulders slightly hunched as if carrying an invisible weight. When she mentioned resigning from Silvercliff medical technology enterprises, I felt a pang of concern. Where would she go? What was she planning?My grandson wasn't helping matters. Ethan had arrived late as usual, barely acknowledging his mate before taking his seat. The distance between them felt like a physical presence at our table.I sighed, watching as Grace quietly served tea. Such a gentle soul, but perhaps too

(Emma's POV)I couldn't stop thinking about tonight's territory races. Just imagining Aunt Liv in her cool racing gear made my spirits lift instantly. I quickly changed into my tactical camouflage outfit that Aunt Liv had picked out for me. It was my absolute favorite.After getting dressed, I grabbed my phone and checked it for the hundredth time. Still nothing.I frowned at my screen. Every morning without fail, I sent Aunt Liv a good-morning text, and she always replied almost immediately. That was our special routine. But today was different. I'd already washed up and was heading downstairs, and she still hadn't answered.My stomach twisted with worry. Was she upset with me? I hastily typed another message: "Aunt Liv, what's wrong? Are you mad at me? You know I don't want Mama to take me to school. I like you so much—please don't be upset, okay?"Minutes passed with no reply. My anxiety turned to irritation when Mama called from the top of the stairs."Emmy? Are you ready? Br

(Third-person's POV)Emma's face lit up as she rattled off her favorite foods, her earlier sullenness completely forgotten."I want venison steak! And those little honey cakes with the crunchy bits on top! And can we have the special moonberry juice that Chef Marcus makes?" Her words tumbled out in an excited rush.Olivia Stone smiled warmly across the table, her lavender-gray eyes crinkling at the corners. "Emmy, the clothes you're wearing look so pretty and suit you perfectly."Emma preened under the praise, smoothing down her tactical camouflage outfit with obvious pride. "Really?""Of course it's true," Olivia laughed, the sound musical in the bustling atmosphere of the Moonlight Bistro. She leaned forward, resting her chin on one perfectly manicured hand. "How was school today? Did you get along with the other wolf pups?"Emma launched into an animated description of her day, complete with dramatic hand gestures that nearly knocked over her water glass.Ethan Silver sat in

(Ethan's POV)The clock had just struck one in the morning when I returned to Silvercliff Pack House. Emma was fast asleep in my arms, her small body warm against my chest after our celebration with Olivia. The house was eerily quiet, wrapped in shadows that seemed to hold secrets.Martha Wilson's footsteps echoed down the corridor as she approached, her face a careful mask of neutrality. "Why are you so late, Alpha?" she asked, her tone respectful but tinged with something I couldn't quite place."Mm," I responded curtly, not feeling the need to explain myself. The victory celebration for Olivia's race had run longer than expected, but that was hardly the housekeeper's concern.I carried Emma to her bedroom door, carefully transferring her to Martha's waiting arms. The child stirred slightly but didn't wake, her face peaceful in sleep.After ensuring Emma was settled, I made my way to the master bedroom. Flicking on the light, I scanned the room, noting the perfectly made bed and

(Grace's POV)A sudden electronic chime interrupted Emma's story. Ethan's phone lit up on the table between us, the screen clearly visible from where I sat."Darling" flashed across his screen.I thought I was beyond this pain. After years of emotional distance, after preparing separation papers, after accepting that our bond had withered to almost nothing—I thought I was immune.I wasn't.The sting of those two simple words pricked my eyes, and I quickly turned away, focusing on adjusting Emma's napkin. My wolf Cora whimpered softly inside me, the sound echoing in the hollow space where our mate bond used to pulse with life.When I looked up, Ethan was watching me, his expression unreadable. He had seen my reaction. Yet without hesitation, he picked up the phone and answered."What's up?" His voice was gentle, warm in a way it hadn't been with me for years.I busied myself with my teacup, pretending not to listen while every word carved another small wound."Are you feeling w