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“He started it!” Lily protested, her eyes flashing with the same defiance I imagined she’d shown as a child. “The first time we met, he pulled my braids and told me to get lost.”
“And you bit him?” I guessed, knowing Lily’s fiery temperament.
She grinned triumphantly. “Right on the wrist. He still has the scar.”
The mental image of a tiny Lily fiercely defending herself against her teenage stepbrother made me laugh again. “You must have been sent by heaven just to torment him.”
“Serves him right for bullying me all those years,” Lily declared, raising her coffee in a mock toast.
As our laughter subsided, Lily’s eyes suddenly lit up with renewed energy. She sat up straight, all traces of her hangover apparently forgotten.
“Anyway, shall we go to the stables this afternoon? I haven’t ridden in ages, and I miss it.”
The suggestion immediately resonated with me. During my three years in Harbor City, I’d barely had time for myself, let alone for leisure activities like horseback riding.
“I haven’t been riding in the three years I was in Harbor City,” I admitted, a wistful smile playing on my lips. “I really miss the days when we used to race horses together.”
Rebecca’s gentle smile widened. “The stables have some new horses you haven’t seen yet, Liv. You’ll love them.”
Lily was already pulling out her phone, scrolling through her contacts with a mischievous grin. “I’ll call Ethan Quinn to ask him to bring Connor as well.”
My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Connor Rivers. Since returning to Riverdale, I’d seen him several times, each encounter reminding me of his unwavering support during my darkest moments in Harbor City.
“Do you think they’ll be free on such short notice?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my stomach.
Lily winked at me knowingly. “Trust me, Connor will make time for you.”
An hour later, we arrived at Crescent Moon Stables, the largest equestrian facility in Riverdale, owned by Rebecca’s family. The familiar scent of hay and horses greeted me as we stepped out of Lily’s car, bringing back a flood of childhood memories.
“I’ll go check which horses are available,” Rebecca said, heading toward the main office with the natural confidence of someone who belonged there.
Lily linked her arm through mine, leading me toward the changing rooms. “Come on, let’s get you looking fabulous before the boys arrive.”
Inside the spacious locker room, I changed into the riding attire Rebecca had prepared for me-a light grey standing-collar fitted jacket that hugged my curves perfectly, paired with white tight-fitting pants and sleek black riding boots. As I twisted my honey-brown hair into a neat bun, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror.
The woman staring back at me looked different from the heartbroken lawyer who had fled Harbor City. There was a new confidence in her amber eyes, a quiet strength that hadn’t been there before.
“You look amazing,” Lily declared, appearing behind me in her own riding outfit-a bold red jacket that matched her vibrant personality. “Connor won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. “That’s not why I’m here.”
“Sure it isn’t,” Lily teased, adjusting her ponytail. “Just like I didn’t accidentally spill my drink on Cassandra Evans at that charity gala last year.”
“You didn’t!” I gasped, both horrified and secretly delighted.
Lily’s innocent smile didn’t fool me for a second. “Her white dress turned such a lovely shade of red wine. Total accident, of course.”
With a final check in the mirror, we headed out to the main yard where Rebecca was waiting with Ethan Quinn. My breath caught when I spotted Connor Rivers standing slightly apart from them, his tall figure commanding attention even in casual riding attire.
As I stepped out of the changing room, all conversation stopped. I felt suddenly self-conscious under their collective gaze, especially Connor’s intense blue eyes seemed to darken as they took me in.
Ethan Quinn was the first to break the silence, a teasing grin spreading across his handsome face. “Wow, Liv, you look even better than before!”
Lily immediately jabbed him in the ribs, making him wince. “Shut up, i***t. Connor hasn’t even said anything yet-don’t embarrass yourself.” that
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(Olivia’s POV)
The wind whipped through my hair as Moonbeam and I completed our second lap around the sprawling grounds of Crescent Moon Stables. Connor rode beside me on his powerful bay stallion, his posture relaxed yet commanding. The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the landscape, highlighting the lush green fields that stretched as far as the eye could see.
As we slowed our horses to a walk and approached the starting point, I noticed that
Lily, Ethan Quinn, and Rebecca were nowhere to be seen. They had likely ventured deeper into the property, enjoying their own rides across the vast terrain.
Only Vanessa Reed remained at the starting area, her violet eyes tracking our approach with unsettling intensity. She wore a casual outfit-fitted jeans and a light purple top that complemented her eyes-rather than proper riding attire.
The moment we dismounted, Vanessa rushed forward, her face transforming into a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Wow, Sister Winters, you look so magnificent when riding,” she gushed, her voice dripping with honey. “Could I learn horseback riding from you?”
I blinked in surprise. Just moments ago, I had overheard her coquettishly insisting that only her foster brother Connor could teach her to ride. This sudden change in preference caught me completely off guard.
“There’s a professional riding instructor nearby,” I offered politely, gesturing toward the main stable building. “I can call them over to teach you.”
Vanessa’s perfectly glossed lips formed a practiced pout, her expression shifting to one of spoiled reluctance. “But the instructor would pressure me, and I don’t know them. I’m afraid they’ll scold me.” She batted her eyelashes. “You’re so nice, Sister Winters, you surely won’t scold me, right?”
Her coquettish tone felt inappropriate coming from someone who was practically a stranger. I instinctively turned toward Connor, seeking his guidance in this awkward situation.
By some coincidence, Connor glanced back at me at the exact same moment. His ice-blue eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something unreadable pass through them before he gently passed the decision back to me.
“Livvy, would you like to teach her?” he asked, his deep voice neutral.
I hesitated, weighing my options carefully. Vanessa was Connor’s foster sister, which meant she would eventually become my pack sister once Connor and I completed our mating bond. Although our first meeting had been decidedly frosty, she had apologized for her behavior, and now appeared genuinely amiable.
My naturally kind disposition resisted the urge to overthink the situation or assume malice from another she-wolf. Perhaps I had been too quick to judge her before.
“Alright,” I finally nodded. “I can teach you some basics today, help you get a feel for it.
Later, your brother can enroll you in proper lessons.”
Vanessa’s smile brightened instantly, her violet eyes sparkling with what appeared to be genuine delight. “Really? Thank you, Sister Winters.”
Her honeyed tone made me momentarily doubt my previous suspicions. Maybe I had been too wary of the younger wolf. Perhaps she truly wanted to make amends and build a relationship with her future sister-in-law.
Connor stepped closer to me, his tall frame casting a shadow over mine. “Thank you, Livvy,” he said softly, his ice-blue eyes warming slightly as they met mine.
Then his gaze shifted to his foster sister, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. His voice took on a cold, commanding tone that carried the unmistakable authority of an Alpha.
“Learn well from her and listen to what she says. Do whatever she tells you. careful.”
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“I know, brother,” Vanessa replied with a sugary, obedient smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
I led Moonbeam a few steps away and beckoned to Vanessa. “Come with me.”
Vanessa followed closely, her movements almost predatory despite her attempt to appear casual. There was something in her gait that reminded me of a wolf stalking its prey, though I quickly dismissed the thought as paranoia.
“Get on the horse first,” I instructed patiently, guiding her to Moonbeam’s left side. “Mount from the left, step into the stirrup with your left foot, then swing your right leg over.”
While Vanessa wasn’t dressed in proper equestrian attire, her sporty outfit was serviceable enough for a basic lesson. I offered my hand for support, and with my steady guidance, she mounted safely.
Standing beside the horse, I gently took hold of Moonbeam’s bridle and began leading her into a slow walk. The docile white mare moved calmly, her steps unhurried and smooth.
“Are you getting used to it?” I called up to Vanessa.
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