Chapter 6

Emma Wilson POV

A sharp pain shot through my shoulder as a man, rushing forward, slammed into me, sending me back two steps.

By the time I managed to steady myself, I saw James cradling Olivia in his arms.

"Olivia, are you alright? Where did you fall?"

James's voice was filled with a panic I had never heard before.

He hadn't even stopped to think: how could an Alpha's daughter be so easily harmed?

But then again, perhaps that was the power of a fated mate.

I sneered, stepping back.

If this was how it was, then I truly needed to step aside.

Just then, Olivia began to wail.

"My stomach... my stomach hurts so much..."

Olivia looked to be in extreme pain, fine beads of cold sweat on her forehead.

James followed her gaze and saw a patch of dark red blood flowing down her upper thigh.

I saw it too.

That jarring red, like a bolt of lightning, struck my mind, leaving it suddenly blank.

"James, save... save our baby..." Olivia clutched James's arm, crying, looking at him. "You have to save our baby..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk. I'll take you for treatment!"

James scooped Olivia up and rushed to his car like a madman, not even sparing me a glance.

I stood rooted to the spot, stunned. A baby?

They actually had a baby?

I hesitated, but still followed them back to the Packhouse.

At the clinic.

The healer emerged from the treatment room, her expression grim.

James immediately went up to her. "How is she?"

"I'm very sorry. She had a miscarriage. We've treated her, and the mother is out of danger."

"A miscarriage..."

James's tall frame swayed. Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on me in the corner.

His eyes were as cold as daggers.

As if questioning me, why did you do that?

I opened my mouth to speak, but just then, hurried footsteps approached.

As I started to turn towards the newcomer, a resounding slap landed hard on my face.

My cheek instantly throbbed painfully, my ears rang, and my head was snapped to the side. I tasted a hint of blood.

Seeing this, James rushed over. "Robert, what are you doing?"

"James, you don't need to get involved! This is our family's business!"

"What?"

Robert didn't explain James's confusion. Instead, he glowered at me. "Emma, how could you be so vicious? That's your sister, and she was pregnant! How could you do such a thing?!"

I clutched my swollen, red cheek, looking at my biological father, the man I shared blood with. I said coldly, "I didn't push her. She deliberately fell to frame me."

"You dare to argue?!" Robert trembled with rage. "Olivia has always been kind and thoughtful, but you! You've always been selfish since you were a child, always fighting with Olivia for everything, and you've laid hands on Olivia more than once or twice. I think you just don't want to see your sister happy!"

"I'm selfish, I like to fight with her, I don't want her to be happy?"

Yes, Robert was always like this.

In his eyes, Olivia was always kind and thoughtful.

And I, Emma, was always the immature, narrow-minded one.

It was always Olivia who liked to snatch my things, always Olivia who provoked me with her words, but in the end, it was always my fault.

He never listened to my explanations, never gave me justice.

Maggie cried, heartbroken, to Robert, "Olivia lost her baby because of her, and she's still trying to argue. As their father, shouldn't you do something for Olivia?"

"Since she's still so malicious, then send her back to the Silvermoon Pack to face punishment!" Robert said, cold and resolute, ordering the warriors behind him, "Take her back, lock her up, and keep a close eye on her!"

A warrior stepped forward to restrain me, but I said coldly, "Back off. I'll go myself."

I knew nothing I said would matter. No one would believe me.

But before I was led away, I couldn't help but look at James.

I heard my dry voice ask, "And you? You don't believe I didn't push her, either?"

James frowned.

He said, "I saw you push her with my own eyes. How do you expect me to believe you?"

I looked at him and suddenly laughed.

My eyes held no warmth, only the coldness of utter disappointment.

James, I really don't love you anymore.