Chapter 20: The Void Left Behind–1
Chapter 20: The Void Left Behind
(Ethan’s POV)
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The world tilted and swayed as I stumbled through the front door of Moonlight Manor. My driver had practically carried me from the car, his face pinched with concern that I barely
registered through my drunken haze.
“Alpha Ethan, do you need help getting to your room?” he asked, steadying me as I lurched
against the doorframe.
I waved him off with a dismissive gesture. “I’m fine,” I slurred, though the floor seemed to be
moving beneath my feet.
The house was silent and dark as I made my way up the stairs, gripping the banister to keep from falling. Each step was a monumental effort, my body heavy with alcohol and something
else–something that felt suspiciously like emptiness.
When I finally reached my bedroom, I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I simply collapsed onto the bed, still fully dressed, and surrendered to unconsciousness. The last thought that flickered through my mind before darkness claimed me was how quiet the house felt without
her
A searing pain tore through my stomach, jolting me awake. I gasped, curling into myself as the familiar agony of my chronic condition gripped me. Disoriented and half–conscious, I reached out blindly to the other side of the bed.
“Liv, my stomach hurts. Bring me my healing herbs,” I called out, my voice rough with sleep
and pain.
Silence answered me.
“Liv, Liv-” I called again, more urgently this time.
The emptiness of the room crashed down on me like a physical weight. Olivia was gone. She
had moved out. The realization hit me with unexpected force, leaving me breathless in a way
that had nothing to do with my physical pain.
I clutched my stomach, gritting my teeth against another wave of agony. For three years, Olivia had been there every time this happened, appearing at my bedside with her special healing herbs, her gentle hands supporting my head as she helped me take the medicine.
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Staggering to my feet, I lurched toward the bathroom, frantically searching the medicine
cabinet. Nothing. I moved to the kitchen, throwing open cupboards with growing desperation.

Until now, I had never needed to know which herbs to take or how much. Olivia had always handled that, measuring precise amounts, mixing them with warm water, watching me carefully as I drank.
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