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“I’m fine,” Cassandra replied, though her voice lacked conviction.
Margaret set down her basket and began unpacking the moonlight herbs. “I’ve brought everything you need for a healthy pregnancy. These herbs will strengthen both you and the pup.”
Cassandra watched with growing unease as Margaret fussed over her. The older woman’s enthusiasm felt overwhelming.
“I’ve also arranged for our pack healer to prepare special nourishing broths,” Margaret continued. “She’ll deliver them fresh every morning.”
“That’s not necessary,” Cassandra said quickly. “I can manage on my own.”
Margaret looked surprised. “Nonsense. You’re carrying the Grey heir. You need proper care and protection.”
“I appreciate your concern, but I prefer my independence,” Cassandra insisted. is Ports
Margaret attributed Cassandra’s distance to pregnancy hormones affecting her wolf. First-time mothers often became territorial and moody.
“You should move into the Grey pack estate,” Margaret suggested. “We have a beautiful suite prepared for you. Round-the-clock care, the finest food, complete security.”
Cassandra’s stomach clenched at the suggestion. Living under Margaret’s watchful eye would make her plans impossible.
“I’m comfortable here,” she said firmly. “My own space helps me relax.”
Margaret frowned but didn’t push the issue. “Very well. But I insist on the pack healer’s assistance. She’ll prepare the strengthening broths and monitor your health.”
Cassandra nodded reluctantly. She could always find excuses to avoid the healer’s visits.
“How has Ethan been treating you?” Margaret asked, settling into the living room chair. “I hope he’s being attentive to your needs.”
Cassandra’s expression darkened slightly. “He’s been… distant. Very focused on pack business.”
“Business pressures,” Margaret said dismissively. “Young Alphas often become consumed with their responsibilities. It’s temporary.”
Cassandra pressed carefully. “The pack seems to be facing some challenges lately. Ethan appears very stressed.”
Margaret waved her hand airily. “Every pack faces business fluctuations. The Grey family has weathered far worse storms.”
Cassandra studied Margaret’s confident expression. The older woman clearly had no idea how severe their financial crisis had become.
“Perhaps Ethan should spend more time with family,” Cassandra suggested. “Especially now that we’re expecting.”
“Absolutely,” Margaret agreed enthusiastically. “I’ll speak with him immediately. A future father should prioritize his mate and pup.”
Cassandra inwardly cringed at being called Ethan’s mate. Their relationship was far more complicated than Margaret understood.
“I don’t want to cause him any trouble,” Cassandra said carefully. “When he’s finished with this crisis, he probably will come to see me.”
Margaret’s expression softened with approval. “Cassandra dear, you’re so understanding. No wonder I chose you to bear the next Grey heir.”
(Olivia’s POV)
Connor Rivers returned to Riverdale a week later, bringing with him the warmth of late April. The black shirt and trousers he wore emphasized his commanding presence, yet his ice-blue eyes softened the moment they found me.
I was reviewing case files at my desk when his familiar scent reached me. My wolf stirred restlessly, recognizing her mate despite everything between us.
“Liv,” Connor said, his voice carrying that gentle tone he reserved only for me.
I looked up, offering him a casual nod. My amber eyes remained guarded as I assumed he was here for his usual “inspection” of my work at the law firm.
“Alpha Rivers,” I replied formally, keeping my voice neutral.
Connor’s gaze shifted briefly to the new face in the office. Aria stood near the filing cabinets, her short haircut and muscular physique making her presence unmistakable.
My father had hired Aria as my bodyguard following recent security concerns. She was a beta werewolf with an impressive build and an expressionless demeanor that spoke of serious training.
“I brought you something,” Connor said, producing an elegant box from his jacket.
I remained indifferent, my wolf instincts still wary. “I don’t need anything from you.”
Connor opened the box anyway, revealing a beautiful silk scarf that seemed to shimmer under the office lights. The fabric caught the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, creating an almost ethereal glow.
Despite my resolve to stay distant, I couldn’t help but admire the scarf. My fingers moved almost involuntarily, lightly touching the luxurious fabric.
“You have good taste,” I admitted reluctantly.
Connor’s expression brightened at my acknowledgment. “I chose it because the brand is popular among female werewolves in Blackmoor Territory. I immediately thought you would like it.”
My amber eyes flashed with suspicion. “So, Alpha Rivers, you’re so well-versed in female preferences?”
The question came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help the jealousy that crept into my voice.
Connor quickly raised his hands in defense. “Layla Lawrence recommended it during our fake relationship arrangement.”
I felt my wolf bristle at the mention of another woman. “It’s beautiful, but I won’t accept it. It would be more appropriate to give it to Layla.”
Connor chuckled, his icy Alpha demeanor melting away completely. The sound was warm and patient, so different from the cold authority he usually projected.
“Layla is my distant cousin through my maternal grandmother’s pack lineage,” he explained gently.
I huffed, my wolf still bristling slightly. “I have no interest in your family connections. It’s none of my business.
Connor’s smile transformed his usually stern features. “I’ll arrange a proper introduction between you two later.”
He placed the scarf on my desk before I could protest further. “Keep it, Livvy. It suits you.”
With that, he turned and left the office, leaving me staring at the elegant box.
After Connor left, I sighed silently. My amber eyes lingered on the scarf as conflicted emotions swirled within me.
Aria approached my desk, her expression as neutral as always. “Your father was right to be concerned about security.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, looking up from the scarf.
“Alpha Rivers’ behavior suggests he’s still very invested in your wellbeing,” Aria observed. “That could make you a target for his enemies.”
I nodded, understanding her point. The recent threats from Frederick Warner’s network had made everyone more cautious.
“We should head out soon,” I said, checking my watch. “I promised to have dinner with the others.”
After work, I went out to eat with Jade Mitchell, Emma Thompson, and Aria at a casual restaurant in Riverdale. The evening air was pleasant as we walked through the territory’s main district.
Emma kept stealing glances at Aria throughout our walk. “You’re the perfect example of a strong female warrior,” she said admiringly.
Jade laughed, nudging Emma playfully. “Are you questioning your preferences in mates?”
Emma’s face turned bright red, her wolf scent shifting with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
Aria replied expressionlessly, “I have no interest in romantic entanglements with anyone, male or female. My duty is solely protection.”
