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“I’m sorry I wasn’t successful in separating you from Connor,” I continued desperately. “If I had succeeded, Frederick might not have targeted your family members.”
The words came out wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. “This could have all been prevented if-“
“So you’re apologizing for not breaking me up with Connor?” Olivia’s voice dripped with disgust.
Her tone made nearby werewolves unconsciously step back. Even the human employees in the lobby seemed to sense the dangerous energy surrounding her.
I stuttered, trying to clarify my words as my confidence crumbled. “That’s not what I meant-“
“Grace Winters has been taken hostage,” Olivia interrupted, her fury radiating through her scent. “She could have been rescued if not for your police report.”
My face went pale as the implications hit me. “What do you mean?”
“You were manipulated by Vanessa Reed,” she accused. “She knew Frederick would kill me if law enforcement intervened in werewolf pack business.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. Had I been used as a pawn in a much larger game?
My mind raced back to Vanessa’s desperate calls. Her insistence that I contact the authorities. Her tears when she begged me to save Olivia.
Had it all been an act?
Olivia stepped closer, her amber eyes blazing with Alpha-like authority despite her lower rank. “Was Vanessa Reed involved in the conspiracy?”
I hesitated, torn between confessing the truth and protecting my pack. Grey Holdings was now under Frederick’s financial control through Samuel Blackwood’s investment.
My wolf whined with the conflict between honesty and self-preservation. If I revealed Vanessa’s involvement, what would happen to our alliance with the Rivers pack?
What would happen to my family’s business empire?
“It has nothing to do with her,” I lied through gritted teeth.
The words felt like poison leaving my mouth, but I couldn’t bring myself to destroy everything we had built.
Olivia simply laughed. The sound was cold and sharp, making my blood run cold.
She said nothing more and turned away from me with dismissive finality. Her rejection cut deeper than any physical wound.
Cassandra approached me as Olivia walked away. “Ethan, are you alright? Let me help you-“
I shoved her away with enough force to make her stumble. My control was snapping, and I couldn’t bear her false sweetness right now.
“Don’t touch me,” I snarled, pulling out my phone with shaking hands.
I was determined to discover the truth. If Vanessa knew about Frederick’s threat to kill Olivia when authorities were involved, then she had been using me as a disposable tool.
My ice-blue eyes burned with rage as I dialed her number. If she had manipulated me into endangering Olivia’s life, I would never tolerate such betrayal.
The phone rang once, twice, three times before she answered.
“Ethan?” Vanessa’s voice sounded nervous. “Is everything alright?”
“We need to talk,” I said coldly. “Now.”
(Olivia’s POV)
I opened the driver’s seat door of my modest BMW sedan and slid inside. The familiar leather interior felt cold against my skin as I fastened my seatbelt with mechanical precision.
My amber eyes remained cold as I pulled out my phone. My slender fingers began rhythmically tapping the steering wheel while I scrolled through my contacts.
I found the number I needed and pressed call. The phone rang twice before a professional voice answered.
“Morrison Investigations, this is Detective Sarah Morrison speaking.”
“This is Olivia Winters,” I said, my voice sharp with determination. “I need a comprehensive investigation conducted immediately.”
Detective Morrison’s tone became more attentive. “What kind of investigation, Miss Winters?”
“I want everything on Ethan Grey and Grey Holdings,” I instructed. “Financial records, business partnerships, personal associations. Leave no stone unturned.”
My wolf’s instincts demanded I uncover the full extent of his betrayal. The need for truth burned in my like fire.
“I also need you to investigate any connections between Grey Holdings and a man named Samuel Blackwood,” I continued. “And any ties to Frederick Warner or his criminal network.”
Detective Morrison was taking notes. “This sounds like a complex case. What’s your timeline?”
“As soon as possible,” I replied coldly. “Money is no object. I want results.”
“Understood. We’ll begin immediately and have preliminary findings within forty-eight hours.” chest
I ended the call and started the engine. The BMW purred to life as I pulled out of the Grey Holdings parking garage.
The evening traffic was heavier than usual. Cars crawled along the main thoroughfare at a snail’s pace, giving me unwanted time to think.
My mind kept returning to Grace’s terrified face. My little sister was somewhere out there, probably scared and confused.
The guilt gnawed at me. If I hadn’t gotten involved with Connor Rivers, would Frederick Warner have targeted our family?
My phone rang, interrupting my dark thoughts. Connor’s name appeared on the screen.
I hesitated for a moment before answering. This call might be about Grace.
“What is it?” I said coldly, not bothering with pleasantries.
Connor’s voice was strained with exhaustion. “Olivia, I have an update on the rescue operation.”
My grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Tell me.”
“Law enforcement in both Riverdale and Blackmoor Territory are coordinating a joint operation, he explained. “They’ve identified several possible locations where Frederick might be holding Grace.”
Hope flickered in my chest. “When will they move?”
“Tomorrow morning,” Connor replied. “But Olivia, I need you to understand something. They cannot guarantee success.”
The hope died as quickly as it had appeared. “What do you mean?”
“Frederick is desperate and dangerous,” Connor said quietly. “If he feels cornered, he might…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence, but I understood. Frederick might kill Grace rather than let her be rescued.
“Is there anything else?” I asked, my voice hollow.
Connor was silent for a moment. “Olivia, I want to apologize for my grandmother’s behavior today. Her words about you not being worthy of the Rivers pack were completely out of line.”
I felt nothing at his apology. The damage was already done.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said dismissively. “I wasn’t planning on our arranged mating proceeding anyway.”
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