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I lowered my eyes, maintaining my composure. “You were the one who suggested we discuss the cases.”
Connor raised his eyebrows, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Fair point. I suppose it’s better than sitting in silence.”
I straightened in my chair, adopting my professional demeanor. “There are three more contract disputes pending trial, and two intellectual property cases that require extensive research.”
My expression grew focused as I outlined each case’s complexities. The familiar rhythm of legal analysis helped me feel more comfortable in this charged atmosphere.
Connor leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving my face. He listened with complete attention, as if this dinner truly was solely for discussing work.
“The intellectual property cases are particularly challenging,” I continued. “The defendants are claiming prior art that predates our clients’ patents by several months.”
“What’s your strategy for countering their claims?” Connor asked, his voice genuinely interested.
I was surprised by his engagement. “I assumed you wouldn’t be interested in these details. They’re relatively minor matters, hardly worth an Alpha CEO’s attention.”
Connor’s expression turned serious, his playful demeanor shifting to something deeper. “Olivia, I’m listening intently because this is your work. Your passion. Something you care about.”
His words carried unexpected weight/ “I respect and support your career completely. Every case matters because it matters to you.”
The sincerity in his voice touched something deep within me. The mate bond hummed softly, carrying his genuine admiration and respect.
“Thank you,” I said quietly, feeling warmth spread through my chest. “That means more than you know.”
We continued discussing the legal intricacies throughout dinner. Connor asked thoughtful questions and offered insights from a business perspective that I hadn’t considered.
By the time we finished our meal, the sun had begun to set outside the restaurant’s tall windows. The golden light cast long shadows across our table.
“I need to return to Moonstone Legal Partners,” I said, checking my watch. “There are briefs to review before tomorrow’s depositions.”
Connor nodded understandingly. “And I have pack affairs waiting at Rivers Pack Holdings. The quarterly territory reports won’t review themselves.”
We walked to the parking area together, the evening air cool against my skin. Connor opened the passenger. door of my Glacier White McLaren P1 Hypercar with practiced courtesy.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said as he prepared to get into the driver’s seat. “And for listening to my work concerns.”
“Always, Livvy,” he replied, his voice soft. “Your success is important to me.”
The drive to my law firm was comfortable, filled with easy conversation about upcoming cases and pack business. When we arrived at the sleek glass building housing Moonstone Legal Partners, Connor walked me to the entrance.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said, his hand briefly touching mine.
“Drive safely,” I replied, watching as he returned to the McLaren and drove away into the evening traffic.
Three weeks later, in early July, I found myself preparing for another business trip. This time, my destination was Mistfall County in Cloudmere, a remote but scenic territory known for its thriving tourism industry.
The case was straightforward enough that I had originally planned to stay only one night. Arrive in the evening, attend the court session the next afternoon, then return to Harbor City.
However, Mistfall County’s reputation for beautiful scenery came with a price. Hotels were expensive and notoriously difficult to book during peak tourism season.
Fortunately, my connections in the legal community had secured me a twin room at Crescent Moon Grand Hotel Mistfall, the finest accommodation the small county offered.
Given the remote location and my status as a prominent lawyer, I had also arranged for Awen, a trusted pack member, to accompany me as a bodyguard. Safety was always a priority when traveling to unfamiliar territories.
The flight to Cloudmere was smooth, and the drive to Mistfall County revealed why the area attracted so many tourists. Rolling hills covered in lush forests stretched as far as the eye could see, with crystal-clear streams winding through valleys dotted with wildflowers.
The court session was scheduled for/3:00 PM the following day at Mistfall County Tribunal. The case involved a contract dispute between a local tourism company and one of Rivers Pack Holdings’ subsidiary businesses.
The trial proved more complex than anticipated. What should have been a straightforward contract interpretation became a heated debate over territorial jurisdiction and pack law precedents.
By the time the judge called for recess at 6:30 PM, I was mentally exhausted but satisfied with my performance. The opposing counsel had been unprepared for my thorough research into local pack customs and territorial regulations.
As I exited the courthouse, the setting sun painted the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. The mountain air was crisp and refreshing after hours in the stuffy courtroom.
That’s when I spotted Connor’s Connor’s Obsidian Black Bentley with Custom Plates parked across the street. He stood beside the luxury vehicle, dressed casually in a simple black shirt and dark pants that somehow made him look even more striking against the sunset backdrop.
I started walking toward him, but paused when I noticed a woman approaching Connor from the opposite direction. She was an omega werewolf with an obviously provocative style, wearing a bright sundress that left little to the imagination.
From my position a few steps away, I could overhear their conversation clearly.
“Excuse me,” the woman said in a sultry voice, positioning herself directly in Connor’s path. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you looking for someone to show you around town?”
Connor was on his phone, conducting what sounded like pack business. He waved her off dismissively without even looking at her properly.
Undeterred, the woman persisted. “I’d be happy to be your free tour guide. We could get to know each other better.”
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Connor finished his call and finally turned his attention to the persistent omega. His expression was cold and uninterested.
“Your face is too gorgeous,” she continued boldly. “I’ve never seen such a perfect Alpha in reality. Are you local?”
“No,” Connor replied curtly. “I’m here to pick up my mate.”
The woman’s confidence faltered slightly. “Where is your mate?”
Connor turned around, his ice-blue eyes scanning the area until they found me standing a few steps b him. His entire demeanor transformed instantly, the cold mask melting away to reveal warmth and affection.
“Livvy,” he called out, his voice soft with genuine pleasure.
He approached me with quick strides, leaving the confused omega behind. “What are you doing here?” I asked, though my heart was already racing with happiness at seeing him.
“I wasn’t particularly busy recently and wanted to accompany you,” Connor explained, his eyes never leaving my face. “I learned from your law firm that you were on a business trip.”
He gestured toward the scenic mountains surrounding us. “Since it’s peak tourism season and the scenery is supposed to be spectacular, I thought I’d come stay with you for a few days.”
I considered his words carefully. Connor had traveled a considerable distance just to be with me and thoughtfulness of his gesture wasn’t lost on me.
The natural beauty of this territory was indeed healing for werewolves who spent too much time in stan pack environments. The clean mountain air and pristine forests called to something primal within me
I looked up at Connor, seeing the hope in his expression. “Okay, then let’s stay for a few days before going back.”
Connor’s smile was radiant. “Where is your hotel? I’ll take you there.*
“Crescent Moon Grand Hotel Mistfall,” I replied.
“I’m staying there too,” Connor said, his satisfaction evident. “Let’s go back together.
“Mm,” I responded, not surprised by his choice. It was the best hotel in the county and certainly befitting an Alpha of his status.
(Olivia’s POV)
The next morning, I woke up early at Crescent Moon Grand Hotel Mistfall, feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep. The mountain air had worked its magic, and I felt more relaxed than I had in weeks.
After a hearty breakfast in the hotel’s elegant dining room, I prepared for our planned excursion to Moonlit
Lake in the suburbs. The anticipation of seeing the famous scenic spot had me excited.
