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“Mmm, I was waiting for your call,” she murmured, her words slightly slurred. “Just dozed off.”
I slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. “I’m sorry it’s so late. The situation with Jessica was… complicated.”
“Is everything okay?” Concern sharpened her tone slightly.
“Nothing for you to worry about tonight,” I assured her, pulling onto the empty street. “I could come over if you want company.”
Her soft laugh warmed me from the inside. “You sound as tired as I feel. Get some rest, Con. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” I agreed, reluctant to end the call. “Sleep well, Liv.”
She hummed in response, her breathing already evening out. I kept the line open as I drove toward my private estate, finding comfort in the gentle rhythm of her breaths. My wolf, restless and agitated from the day’s events, gradually calmed at the sound.
Even from a distance, her presence soothed something primal within me. The knowledge that she was safe, warm in her bed, eased the tension that had built throughout the day.
I pulled into my driveway, still listening to her soft breathing through the phone. Only when I parked did I finally end the call, whispering a quiet goodnight she wouldn’t hear.
Raymond Brooks, my driver, was waiting as I approached the entrance. His usually stoic expression was troubled.
“Alpha Rivers,” he greeted me with a slight bow. “Mr. Reeves has been calling repeatedly. He says it’s urgent.” My momentary peace evaporated instantly. “Put him through to my office line.”
I strode through the mansion, shrugging off my coat as I went. By the time I reached my office, the phone was already ringing.
“Dominic,” I answered, dropping into my chair. “What’s happened?”
“Two incidents, Alpha,” Dominic’s voice was tense. “Walter Jenkins committed suicide an hour ago by jumping from the roof of Harbor City Memorial Hospital.”
I frowned, the name immediately registering. “Jessica Sullivan’s father?”
“Yes, sir. And there’s more. Martha Steele was found dead in her home from apparent wolfsbane poisoning
My grip tightened on the phone. “Gregory Steele’s mother.”
“Exactly. Both deaths occurred within hours of each other, both connected to our witnesses.”
My wolf surged forward, a growl rumbling in my chest. This wasn’t coincidence-this was cleanup. Someone was systematically eliminating everyone connected to Jessica Sullivan and Gregory Steele.
“I want full investigations on both deaths,” I ordered. “Security footage, toxicology reports, everything. And I want to know who visited them in the 48 hours before their deaths.”
“Already underway, Alpha.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, my mind racing. “This has Frederick Warner’s fingerprints all over it. He’s tying up loose ends.”
“That’s my assessment as well,” Dominic agreed. “Should we increase security on other potential targets?” “Yes. Double the detail on Olivia immediately,” I said, my wolf bristling at the thought of her in danger. “And I want a full report on your findings within five days.”
“Understood, Alpha.”
After ending the call, I sat in silence, staring at the wall. Frederick Warner was moving his pieces across the board with deadly precision. The question was: what was his ultimate goal?
Whatever it was, I would be ready.
(Olivia’s POV)
The persistent knocking dragged me from a deep sleep. I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow as I tried to ignore it. But the knocking continued, growing more insistent with each passing second.
“Go away,” I mumbled into my pillow, pulling the covers over my head.
The knocking paused briefly, then resumed with renewed vigor. With a frustrated growl, I threw back the covers and stomped to the door, not bothering to check my appearance.
I yanked the door open, ready to unleash my irritation on whoever had disturbed my sleep.
Ethan Grey stood in the hallway, immaculately dressed in a tailored suit, holding a paper bag that smelled of fresh pastries and coffee.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I brought breakfast.”
My inner wolf bristled with annoyance. After last night’s confrontation, he had the audacity to show up at my door as if nothing had happened?
“Are you serious right now?” I snapped, my amber eyes flashing with anger.
His smile faltered slightly. “Olivia, I just wanted to apologize for-“
I didn’t let him finish. With a swift movement, I slammed the door in his face, the satisfying thud echoing through my apartment.
Through the door, I heard him sigh. “I’ll leave this here for you,” he called, his voice muffled. “We need to talk eventually, Olivia.”
I leaned against the door, listening to his retreating footsteps. Only when I was sure he was gone did I allow myself to relax.
Sleep was impossible now. I glanced at the clock-6:30 AM. With a resigned sigh, I headed to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead.
As I showered, my thoughts drifted to Connor. His late-night call had been brief but reassuring. Unlike Ethan, Connor respected my boundaries, never pushing or manipulating.
The contrast between the two men couldn’t be more stark.
I dressed quickly in a professional navy suit, gathering my files for the day’s work at Moonlaw Legal Services. Noah’s case was progressing well, but there were still details to finalize before the hearing.
Just as I finished applying a light coat of lip gloss, another knock sounded at my door.
“For heaven’s sake,” I muttered, marching toward the door. If Ethan had returned, I wouldn’t be nearly as restrained this time.
(Connor’s POV)
I arrived at Moonlight Gardens early, instructing Marcus Shaw and the security detail to remain downstairs. After the night’s disturbing news, I needed to see Olivia, to confirm with my own eyes that she was safe.
I knocked on her door, waiting patiently. When there was no immediate response, I knocked again, more firmly this time.
Still nothing.
Concern began to gnaw at me. I pulled out my phone, about to call her when I heard movement inside the apartment.
The door suddenly flew open with such force that it banged against the wall.
(Olivia’s POV)
“I told you to-” The angry words died on my lips as I registered who stood before me.
Connor Rivers, tall and imposing in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, his ice-blue eyes widening slightly at my vehement greeting.
“Oh!” I gasped, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Connor! I thought you were-“
“Someone else?” he finished, his expression shifting from surprise to something harder. “Ethar perhaps?”
My wolf, which had been bristling with irritation, immediately calmed at Connor’s familiar scent. The tension
In my shoulders eased as I stepped back to let him in.
“I’m sorry for the welcome,” I said, embarrassed by my outburst. “Ethan showed up earlier with breakfast and I thought he’d come back.”
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