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Chapter 185: Sacred Bonds and Final Judgment

Chapter 185: Sacred Bonds and Final Judgment

(Third person’s POV)

Just then, Natalie Winters pushed the door open with a thermal container. Her eyes immediately fell on the blessed moonlight charm from Moonrise Temple in Adrian Sinclair’s hand.

Natalie paused, her expression freezing. She recognized the sacred talisman instantly.

It was the same type Richard Winters had sought at Moonrise Temple for Sarah Winters during her final

illness. The memory of her predecessor’s suffering hit her like a physical blow.

Natalie’s eyes trembled with a pang of sorrow. She remembered how desperately Richard had climbed those

sacred steps, begging the Moon Goddess to save his dying mate.

“Did you personally seek this talisman at Moonrise Temple?” Natalie asked Adrian, her voice barely above a

whisper.

Her expression went momentarily blank as she processed the significance of such a gesture. The three

thousand steps. The midnight vigil. The dawn prayers.

Adrian’s gaze remained fixed on Olivia. He simply hummed in affirmation, his voice quiet but steady.

Natalie’s surprise was evident. She regarded Adrian with newfound interest, recognizing the depth of his feelings for Olivia.

She understood what it meant for a werewolf to climb those sacred steps on his knees. The physical pain.

The spiritual devotion. The desperate hope.

Olivia accepted the moonlight charm with trembling fingers. “Thank you, Adrian,” she said quietly, avoiding his intense gaze behind his wire–rimmed glasses.

The weight of his sacrifice pressed down on her/chest. She couldn’t meet those beautiful eyes emotions she couldn’t quite decipher.

held

Rebecca Frost and Lily exchanged meaningful glances. Their expressions grew subdued, the earlier lightness

completely evaporated.

Lily, usually jovial and carefree, fell silent. She acknowledged the gravity of the situation with unusual

solemnity.

She knew Olivia hadn’t completely let go of Connor Rivers. This development with Adrian’s devotion must be painful for her friend.

Both Lily and Rebecca sighed inwardly. They lamented the cruel twists of fate in matters of the heart.

Ten days passed like a shadow over the Rivers Pack territory. William Rivers‘ health deteriorated rapidly from the wolfsbane poisoning.

His once–powerful alpha presence diminished day by day. His thick hair thinned to wispy strands. His robust body grew frail and hollow.

Eleanor Rivers, the pack matriarch, was burdened by grief and her worsening heart condition. She weakened

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The Rivers Pack Mansion was shrouded in gloom. Pack members whispered in hushed tones about their Alpha’s declining health.

Gerald Rivers had stayed in Riverdale for three days after the crisis. Then he returned to the capital for urgent

pack business.

He embarked on a pre–arranged overseas diplomatic mission for the werewolf council. The timing couldn’t have been worse, but duty called.

At Harbor City Memorial Hospital, the pack healer set out a bland nutritional lunch. It was specially designed for werewolves recovering from silver or wolfsbane poisoning.

William Rivers stared at the unappetizing meal with no appetite. The healing herbs smelled bitter and

medicinal.

Connor Rivers stood by the window, finishing a phone call with the territorial authorities. His ice–blue eyes reflected the gray sky outside.

“The poisoning case is complete with solid evidence,” the voice on the phone confirmed. “We’re transferring the case to the werewolf tribunal for prosecution.”

Connor had also submitted evidence of Frederick Warner’s other crimes against pack law. The tribunal’s recommendation was swift and merciless.

Death penalty for Frederick Warner. Life imprisonment for Vanessa Reed.

Connor turned back to William, who hadn’t touched his healing meal. The untouched food sat cooling on the

bedside table.

“Was that call about the charges against Frederick and Vanessa?” William asked weakly.

Connor confirmed it with a cold nod. His expression remained impassive, showing no emotion about the

verdict.

e last time.”

William hesitated, his weathered hands gripping the hospital blanket. “I want to see Frederick Connor’s ice–blue gaze hardened instantly. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. “No,” he said coldly, turning to leave the room.

“Connor, please!” William cried out, his voice breaking with desperation. “I’m begging you!” William’s eyes filled with tears. “I don’t have many days left with this wolfsbane in my system.”

“I want to say something to Frederick before I die,” he pleaded. “Just once. Please.”

Connor paused at the door. His eyes filled with intense coldness that could freeze fire.

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