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I listened patiently as Emma continued. Harrison had blamed her for not communicating well with the stubborn client, even though she had explained pack law regarding mate bond dissolution multiple times. “Harrison tried to communicate with Patricia too,” Emma said, her voice breaking. “But he was equally unsuccessful. She refuses to accept that her demands for emotional damages have no basis in werewolf law.”
Then Harrison had taken his frustration out on Emma. His wolf’s irritation had bled through in his harsh words, making the young beta feel incompetent and worthless.
“He scolded me for being incompetent,” Emma continued, tears forming in her eyes again. “I tried to explain my situation, but he wouldn’t listen.”
As she spoke, Emma began to cry again. Her young wolf’s distress was evident in every sob.
I offered her some tissues, my maternal instincts responding to the younger werewolf’s pain. “Emma, would you like to become my assistant?”
She looked up in surprise, her eyes brightening with hope.
“I’ll talk to Caroline Lewis about the transfer,” I continued. “Despite being relatively new to the firm, I have enough standing to request an assistant.”
Emma smiled sincerely through her tears. “Thank you, Miss Winters. Your kindness means everything to me.”
After we finished eating, I got up to pay the bill at the front counter. The warm meal had helped both of us feel better.
Just as I took two steps, a pair of werewolves approached our table. A man and woman, both well-dressed and confident.
Marcus Reed, a charming beta werewolf with distinctive amber eyes and an easy smile, greeted me warmly. “Olivia Winters! What a pleasant surprise.”
Mooked puzzled, my wolf not recognizing his scent. His familiarity with me was unsettling.
“Are you?” I asked politely, wondering how this stranger knew my name when I was certain we had never met before.
(Third person’s POV)
Frederick Warner was tall and slender, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He was impeccably dressed in designer clothing and possessed a devastatingly handsome face, his smile making him appear harmless.
As long as he chose to pretend, no one could associate him with the dangerous rogue Alpha who had extensive criminal connections. Having never met Frederick Warner before, Olivia heard the man call her name.
Seeing that he was well-dressed and wearing expensive brands, she initially thought he might be a friend of one of her acquaintances. Her wolf Cora stirred uneasily at his scent, sensing something predatory beneath his polished exterior.
Sophia Chen stood beside Frederick Warner, slightly frowning as a hint of jealousy flashed in her violet eyes. The emotion quickly disappeared as she maintained her composure.
She remained unaware of the blood feud between Frederick and the Rivers and Winters packs, never asking about Frederick’s other female companions. She understood her role as a qualified lover who should be obedient and sensible.
Sophia knew better than to court death by questioning him about such matters. She quietly stood by Frederick’s side, silently sizing up Olivia Winters.
She admitted Olivia’s natural beauty-fair skin, delicate features, and a figure that was perfectly proportioned. Her beta wolf instinctively recognized the alpha bloodline radiating from Olivia despite her human appearance.
Olivia didn’t notice Sophia’s jealous gaze, but frowned at the man’s frivolous words. Her amber eyes flashed with irritation as she felt deeply uncomfortable around this stranger.
It was as if he were looking at her like prey, with a sense of predatory aggression and dark amusement that made her wolf bristle defensively. Her enhanced senses picked up something dangerous about his scent.
Something that reminded her of Connor’s warnings about threats from America. Olivia asked again, this time with a hint of anger at being so boldly assessed.
“Who are you?”
“Me?” Frederick smiled with calculated charm, but didn’t answer directly.
His ice-blue eyes-so similar to Connor’s yet cold where Connor’s held warmth-studied her with predatory interest. “You’ll know soon enough, Miss Winters. We’ll meet again.”
His voice carried the subtle authority of an Alpha, though one corrupted by years of exile and criminal enterprise. Olivia felt deeply unsettled by his ominous words and the threatening undertone.
She ignored him and went to the front counter to pay the bill. Her wolf urged her to flee from this dangerous presence.
Emma Thompson followed, glancing back nervously until they were almost out the door. “Sister Olivia, is that man a friend of yours?”
“He’s incredibly handsome! It’s rare to see such a striking Alpha in person, though something about him felt wrong.”
Olivia felt a chill of unease for reasons she couldn’t fully explain. Her wolf’s iristincts screamed warnings about the dangerous stranger, though she couldn’t identify the specific threat he posed.
His scent had been wrong somehow-like Connor’s bloodline but tainted with violence and corruption. “Don’t know him. That person seems unstable. Let’s just ignore him.”
Her enhanced hearing caught the man’s quiet laughter behind them. The sound sent shivers down her spine. “Oh, okay. I thought you might be acquaintances from the werewolf community, Emma said, still glancing back nervously.
(Lily’s POV)
“December 31st, New Year’s Eve.” I had organized a New Year’s Eve party in Harbor City’s werewolf district. The Yuntian Riverside Building, eighty-eight stories high, was a landmark in the supernatural community. The sixty-ninth floor offered the best view, overlooking the entire Harbor City night scene where both human and werewolf territories glittered below.
Inside the presidential suite, there were flowers, balloons, streamers, and a strong festive atmosphere that helped mask the various werewolf scents mingling in the space. I casually tossed my mink coat on the sofa, wearing only a champagne-colored slim-fitting long dress.
I was wearing full makeup, and my beauty was flamboyant and dazzling. My beta wolf’s confidence radiated through my human form.
“I have to say, it was a wise decision for Ethan Quinn to take over this place and turn it into a luxury hotel for the supernatural community.”
Ethan snorted, his own beta wolf bristling at the casual praise. “Did I need you to tell me that?”
I smiled and playfully glared at him. “I can’t tell-your thick skull actually contains some busi sense.” The floors from the fiftieth to the sixty-ninth of the building were hotels under Ethan’s company, catering to wealthy werewolves who needed discretion. The sixty-ninth floor where we gathered was the presidential suite, with rates exceeding $10,000 per night.
Ethan sneered, his beta wolf’s pride stung by my teasing. “Who exactly are you calling thick-skulled?”
I made a playful face at him, my wolf’s playful energy infectious. “Figure it out yourself!”
With ample heating in the room, Rebecca Frost also removed her coat. She walked to the sofa, picked up my coat, and holding her own coat in one hand and mine in the other, hung up both garments with practiced efficiency.
She smiled warmly, her wolf content in the comfortable pack-like atmosphere. “This place is really perfect for a New Year’s party-watching fireworks over both human and werewolf territories, and enjoying the night view.”
“Exactly! Wasn’t I brilliant to choose spending New Year’s Eve here?” I beamed with satisfaction.
Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely perfect!”
“Wait, why hasn’t Olivia arrived yet?” I looked toward the door and pulled out my phone.
My wolf’s protective instincts stirred with concern for my friend. “I should call and check on her.”
Just as I spoke, the door opened. I looked up with a bright smile..
“I was just about to call you and you-“
“What the hell?” It wasn’t Olivia who entered, but Connor Rivers, accompanied by the famous actress Layla
Lawrence.
My smile instantly froze, then transformed into sharp anger as my wolf bristled with territorial aggression.
“Who invited them here?”
Frints
Rebecca shook her head, indicating she had no involvement in this unexpected arrival. Gabriel Andrews also gestured that he knew nothing about it.
Ethan Quinn awkwardly cleared his throat. “Didn’t you say you wanted to celebrate the New Year? How could I not invite my good friend to celebrate with us?”
His beta wolf cowered slightly under the combined hostile stares of the two female wolves.
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