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Natalie immediately echoed his sentiments, her voice firm with maternal protection. “Our daughter does not need to rely on the Rivers pack for status.”
She moved closer to me, a subtle show of family unity. “Olivia has her own worth and accomplishments.”
The relatives fell silent under the combined weight of my parents’ disapproval. Even the gossipy uncle seemed to realize he had overstepped.
Natalie smoothly changed the subject with practiced diplomacy. “Speaking of accomplishments, how is your youngest son doing in his studies?”
She smiled warmly at the permed aunt. “I heard he was accepted into Northern Territory University’s business program.”
Richard cast a worried glance in my direction, his earlier anger softening into paternal concern.
I offered him a reassuring smile, my amber eyes reflecting genuine gratitude for their protection. Despite our complicated family dynamics, they had stood by me when it mattered.
After dinner, I needed air and solitude. The weight of the relatives’ questions and assumptions had le feeling suffocated.
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My heart stuttered in my chest. Of all the nights for an unexpected encounter, it had to be tonight.
“Connor,” I greeted him first, my voice carefully polite and formal.
The distance between us felt both too much and not nearly enough. My wolf stirred restlessly at his familiar scent.
“Happy New Year, Olivia,” he responded, his deep voice carrying across the garden.
His tone was equally formal, but I caught something else underneath – a warmth that made my chest tighten. My gaze automatically dropped to his wrist, where the Timber Wolf Chronograph Watch I had given him still gleamed in the moonlight.
The platinum caught the lunar rays, creating small flashes of light that seemed to mock our current distance. I wanted to ask why he still wore it, what it meant that he hadn’t removed it after our engagement ended. But I stopped myself, biting back the questions that would only complicate an already difficult situation. Connor followed my gaze to his wrist, his expression shifting slightly. “Oh,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a note of something I couldn’t quite identify.
“I forgot to take it off.”
(Connor’s POV)
Snow began to fall around us, delicate flakes drifting down like scattered moonlight. Olivia stood before me in the garden, her honey-brown hair catching the crystalline drops as they settled on her shoulders. Her amber eyes met mine, and I saw something in them that made my chest tighten with dread. A finality that hadn’t been there before.
“It’s OK,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible above the whisper of falling show. “Just remember to take it off later.”
Her gaze dropped to the Timber Wolf Chronograph Watch on my wrist, the platinum gleaming mockingly in the moonlight. The watch she had given me with such hope in her eyes.
“Con, I know that love can change.”
The words hit me like silver bullets, each one finding its mark with devastating precision. My wolf howled in anguish, recognizing the resignation in her tone.
She continued, and I could hear her fighting to keep her voice steady. “I understand how feelings can fade, how promises only hold meaning when love exists to support them.”
Her amber eyes reflected the falling snow, making them appear even more luminous in the darkness. “At first, I couldn’t accept your change of heart. I desperately searched for reasons, trying to understand the difficulties that had driven us apart.”
My hands clenched at my sides. If only she knew the truth-that my feelings hadn’t changed at all. That every moment away from her was agony.
“But now I realize I was just being sentimental,” she said, snowflakes catching in her eyelashes like tears. “We both know this mating arrangement isn’t working.”
A sharp pain pierced my chest, as if someone had driven a silver blade straight through my heart. My wolf thrashed against my control, desperate to tell her everything.
To explain about Frederick Warner, about the threats, about why I had to push her away to keep her safe. But the words stuck in my throat like poison.
She forced a smile that didn’t reach her amber eyes, and it was the most heartbreaking thing I had ever witnessed. “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Con. You deserve to be happy.”
My ice-blue eyes widened in alarm, pupils contracting as the full weight of her words hit me. This wasn’t just acceptance-this was goodbye.
Instinctively, I reached out toward her, my hand extending across the space between us. “Livvy-“
But she had already turned away, her decision final and unwavering. She began walking steadily toward the Winters estate, her figure growing smaller with each step.
“Livvy, wait-” I called out, my voice cracking with desperation.
She didn’t turn back. Didn’t even pause in her stride.
I took a step forward, every instinct screaming at me to follow her, to pull her into my arms and tell her the truth. But I stopped myself, my feet rooted to the snow covered ground.
Until I dealt with Frederick Warner and the threat he posed, I had no right to ask her to stay in danger. No right to drag her into the darkness that surrounded me.
I watched her disappear through the estate’s entrance, the heavy doors closing behind her with a finality that echoed through my soul.
The snow continued to fall, covering the garden in pristine white that would soon be trampled and stained. Just like everything beautiful in my life.
I returned to Shadowcrest Manor, my private riverside retreat feeling more desolate than ever before. The elegant rooms that had once brought me peace now felt like a mausoleum.
Without any hope of Olivia’s presence, the manor was nothing more than an empty shell.
I made my way to my study, each step feeling heavier than the last. The familiar space offered no comfort tonight.
I sat motionless in my leather chair, staring at the Timber Wolf Chronograph Watch on my wrist. The platinum gleamed mockingly in the lamplight, a constant reminder of what I had lost.
What I had thrown away to protect her.
Finally, with hands that trembled slightly, I reached for the clasp. The watch felt heavier than it should as I removed it from my wrist.
I opened the desk drawer and retrieved the original gift box, its velvet interior still pristine. Carefully, reverently, I placed the watch back inside.
The empty space on my wrist felt like a wound.
Tears filled my ice-blue eyes-a foreign and overwhelming sensation for an Alpha who had always maintained perfect control. I had cried exactly twice in my adult life.
Once when my grandfather died. And now.
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