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“Dorothy must have made this while we were…” Olivia’s cheeks turned crimson as realization dawned.
I couldn’t help but grin at her embarrassment. “She has enhanced werewolf hearing, doesn’t she?”
Olivia buried her face in her hands. “Oh god, she heard everything.”
“It’s fine,” I assured her, pulling her into my arms. “Dorothy is practically pack family. She understands mate bonds.”
“I was so loud,” she moaned, her mortification complete.
I kissed the top of her head, my wolf rumbling with amusement and satisfaction. “You were perfect.”
Olivia suddenly pulled away and grabbed her phone. “I need to call Emma.”
I watched as she dialed, her face still flushed with embarrassment.
“Emma? Did you eat dinner?” she asked when her assistant answered.
Even from across the room, I could hear Emma’s strange tone through the phone. “Yes, I ate. Are you… okay? You sound different.”
Olivia’s blush deepened. “I’m fine. Just checking on you,”
“Okay,” Emma said slowly. “Well, goodnight then.”
After hanging up, Olivia looked even more mortified. “She knows too.”
I laughed, unable to contain my amusement. “The whole pack probably knows by now.”
We moved to the Formal Dining Hall, where I served the meal Dorothy had so thoughtfully prepared. The food was excellent, but I was more focused on watching Olivia eat.
“Please let me stay tonight,” I said as we finished dinner. “I promise to behave like a proper Alpha.”
She looked at me skeptically. “After I made you hide from Natalie earlier, I suppose I owe you that much.”
Relief flooded through me. “Thank you.”
“But you have to keep your promise,” she warned.
I nodded solemnly, though my wolf was already planning ways to get closer to our mate.
True to my word, I only held Olivia as we settled into the Master Bedroom for the night. She curled against my chest, her breathing gradually evening out as sleep claimed her.
But my wolf wasn’t satisfied with just holding her. During the night, I found myself touching her face with gentle reverence, tracing the curve of her nose and the softness of her lips.
She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, too exhausted from our reunion to fully surface from sleep. I continued my gentle exploration, memorizing every detail of her features in the moonlight.
Olivia slept soundly in my protective embrace, more peacefully than she had since our separation. There were no dreams, no midnight wakings – just deep, restorative sleep.
I watched over her through the night, my wolf content to guard our mate while she rested.
When morning came, she slept straight through until she woke naturally. I watched the hour hand on the wall clock point to ten before her amber eyes finally fluttered open.
It was a weekend, so she didn’t need to go to Moonstone Legal Partners. She stretched languidly, then froze when she realized I was watching her.
“How long have you been staring at me?” she asked, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.
“Not long enough,” I replied, pulling her back into my arms.
We dozed contentedly for a while longer, neither of us wanting to break the peaceful spell of morning.
When Olivia finally tried to get up, she pushed at my chest. “Come on, we need to get up.”
I tightened my arms around her, reluctant to leave our mate’s nest. “Five more minutes.”
She laughed and tried to stand, but her legs were sore from our previous night’s activities. She stumbled, nearly falling before I caught her.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her predicament, my wolf practically preening with satisfied Alpha smugness. “This is your fault,” she accused, though her wolf purred at my obvious satisfaction with our mating.
(Connor’s POV)
The day before Miranda Blackwood’s birthday, Olivia’s phone rang while we were having breakfast. She glanced at the screen and answered with a smile.
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“Hey, Olivia, come early tomorrow afternoon,” Miranda’s voice carried through the speaker, urgent and excited. “My cruise party will set sail in the afternoon for a two-day trip at sea.”
Olivia nodded, though Miranda couldn’t see her. “Of course, I’ll be there.”
“Perfect! I can’t wait to see you,” Miranda replied before hanging up.
The next morning dawned clear and sunny, perfect weather for a cruise. I watched from the bedroom doorway as Olivia prepared herself, my wolf purring with contentment at her natural grace.
She had chosen the Sapphire Blue Halter Evening Gown she’d bought specifically for this occasion. The flowing fabric complemented her figure perfectly, the color bringing out the amber flecks in her eyes.
Her makeup was deliberately light, just enough to enhance her natural beauty. She pinned her honey-brown hair back in an elegant style that showcased her slender neck.
“You look beautiful,” I said, unable to keep the admiration from my voice.
She turned to face me, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “I didn’t want to overshadow the birthday girl.”
My wolf disagreed. Even with her understated approach, Olivia’s Luna elegance shone through effortlessly. She could never be anything less than radiant.
After Olivia packed a small suitcase with her necessities, we left her luxury penthouse together. Frank Langley was waiting with my obsidian black Cullinan, the engine purring quietly.
The drive to Shadowmere Harbor was pleasant, with the sea breeze carrying the scent of salt and freedom through the open windows. My wolf stirred with anticipation, always drawn to the ocean’s wild energy.
The port was filled with white yachts of various sizes, their masts creating a forest of elegance against the blue sky. But among them, one vessel stood out like a floating palace.
The Moonlit Voyager was massive, its white hull gleaming in the afternoon sun. This was Miranda’s chosen venue for her extravagant birthday celebration.
A red carpet stretched from the dock to the ship’s entrance, flanked by smiling hostesses in crisp uniforms. White-gloved crew members stood at attention, ready to assist guests.
As we approached, the crew members immediately recognized the aura of authority surrounding us. They respectfully took Olivia’s luggage, their movements efficient and deferential.
“Welcome aboard the Moonlit Voyager,” one of them said with a bow.
As Olivia boarded with me beside her, we were soon greeted by the birthday girl herself. Miranda Blackwood had spared no expense on her appearance for this occasion.
She wore a shimmering blue-purple mermaid gown that flowed like liquid starlight. The fabric caught the light with every movement, creating an almost hypnotic effect.
Miranda’s Sapphire Diamond Necklace adorned her throat, the precious stones catching the sunlight. Matching earrings and bracelet completed the ensemble, speaking of old pack wealth and power.
“Olivia, you’re finally here, I was waiting for you,” Miranda said with a practiced smile.
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But I didn’t miss how her eyes lit up with genuine interest when she saw me. Her wolf recognized my Alpha authority, and something more flickered in her gaze.
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