Chapter 11 Alpha Ethan's POV I walked out of the room , her words still echoing in my head . " You don't feel anything . " What did she mean by that ? What was I supposed to feel ? Anger ? Guilt ? Regret ? I couldn't quite place the emotions tangled up inside me , especially the ones I usually felt around her . Confusion clawed at my chest , and something else -something deeper . Even when she was in a coma , I felt her presence . The bond tugged at me like a persistent echo I couldn't silence . And now ... now that she was awake and speaking , now that her voice - fragile and filled with pain - pierced through me , it only made things worse . I got into the car and slammed the door shut . The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror , concern written all over his face . " Home , " I ordered gruffly . " Don't stop anywhere ." He nodded , started the engine , and the car pulled away from the hospital curb . I leaned back , shutting my eyes , trying to silence the storm in my head . But I couldn't . Her voice kept replaying like a haunting melody - soft , broken , disappointed . " You don't feel anything ... " I do . I just don't know what it is . The ride felt longer than usual . My mind ran in circles , guilt wrestling with denial , and something else - yearning , maybe ? I didn't want to admit it , but it was there , like a thread connecting us , no matter how hard I tried to sever it . We arrived at the pack house , and I stepped out , my body heavy with exhaustion that had nothing to do with lack of sleep . The guards nodded as i passed , but I didn't acknowledge them . I wasn't in the mood for small talk or pleasantries . I pushed open the door and stepped inside . The scent hit me first - rosemary , garlic , something savory and warm . I paused , frowning . The house was quiet , but the lights in the kitchen were on . I could hear soft clattering , pots and pans moving , a faint hum of a familiar tune . Olivia . My mate . She was humming the song she always did when she cooked , and that was during the first year of us living together . I walked toward the kitchen , each step heavier than the last . When I entered , there she was , her back to me , wearing one of my shirts over her leggings . Her hair was tied up in a loose bun , and she was carefully plating dinner - steak , mashed potatoes , vegetables , all arranged like a meal from a five - star restaurant . She turned when she heard my footsteps . " You're home early , " she said , her voice soft , almost cheerful . Unlike her usual self , and I was surprised she was actually cooking . I nodded but didn't speak . She offered me a warm smile , one that didn't quite reach her eyes , and gestured to the dining table . " I made your favorite . Thought you might need a good meal today . " 10:53 Thu , 17 Jul G @j Chapter 11 She was acting ... unusually sweet . Almost like nothing had happened . Like we hadn't just had an emotionally draining day . " Thanks , " I murmured , not sure what else t to say . I sat down . She placed the plate in front of me , then sat across from me with her own . She hadn't gone all out just for me - she made enough for the both of us . It was something she rarely did over the past years . We had grown distant . Even as mates , we felt ... off . Like two people playing roles we no longer understood . I picked up my fork , but the food didn't taste like anything . My mind was still back at the hospital . Still in that room . I'm still watching her eyes fill with hurt . Olivia watched me carefully , setting her fork down after t " Is everything okay ? " she asked . I swallowed hard , forced a nod . " Just tired . " just a few bites . Her eyes studied me , sharp yet gentle . She tilted her head , expression unreadable . " I'm sure it's more than that . " I said nothing . My fingers tightened around the fork .. " I know you went to see her , " Olivia said suddenly , her voice quiet but calm . My eyes met hers sharply . " How do you- " " I called the office , " she interrupted . " They said you left before the second meeting . Then I called your driver . He didn't lie . " I sighed and leaned back in the chair . There was no use pretending . " She's awake , " I said simply . And I just went there to see her . Olivia's mouth parted slightly , but she didn't look surprised . She just nodded , absorbing the information . " That's good , right ? " she said after a pause . " You've been visiting her every week . Even while she was unconscious . " I flinched . The words hit harder than I expected . Olivia smiled sadly . And not stupid , Ethan . I could see the way you weren't yourself while she was in a coma . " It's not like that ," I said quickly , defensively . It's just that I felt sorry for her - for coming in and helping me during the battle - and 1 felt I needed to repay her , I told her , avoiding her gaze . Olivia's smile faded , and she looked away , her jaw tightening . " You feel sorry for her , " she repeated quietly , almost to herself . I watched her , noting the way her hands clenched in her lap . Something was off - more than usual . She wasn't just up hurt . e was angry . Maybe even " I was thinking , " I said , trying to steer the conversation to something practical , " since she doesn't have anywhere to go , and she's ... rough around the edges , maybe I could make her your personal maid . You'd be able to keep an eye on her , help guide her , maybe give her some stability . " Olivia's eyes snapped up to mine , and for a moment , I saw something raw flicker through them . " My personal maid ? " she asked slowly , her voice low . Chapter 11 89 % 業 I nodded , confused by the sudden change in her demeanor . " She needs structure , Olivia . And you have been asking for a personal maid for a long time . It would be temporary , just until she's- " . " No. " Her tone was sharp , final . I blinked , caught off guard . " No ? " l echoed . " Why not ? " She stood from her chair , her expression tight and unreadable . " I don't want her here . Not around me . Not in this house . Let her stay in the guest quarters or assign someone else , but not me . " Her reaction took me off guard , and it kept me thinking why she hated her this badly . " Olivia , " I said carefully , " what's going on ? Why are you acting like this ? " She turned her back to me , her hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter . Her silence stretched between us , heavy and thick . I stared at her , trying to piece together the puzzle . " Have you two met before ? " I asked , the question slipping out before I could think it through . Olivia stiffened , and that was answer enough . She didn't reply right away , and the silence said more than words ever could . Now I was the one feeling the confusion clawing at my insides . What history did they have ? And why was she keeping it from me ? " Olivia , " I repeated , my voice lower now , more cautious . " Tell me the truth . " But she just shook her head and walked out of the kitchen . AD Comment Send gift No Ads Chapter 12 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!