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Later that evening, Miranda’s birthday celebration officially began in the yacht’s main ballroom. The space had been transformed with moonlight-themed decorations befitting a werewolf elite gathering.
After the traditional pack dances and socializing, Miranda took the stage. She had changed into a stunning midnight black slip dress with dramatic smoky makeup that emphasized her supernatural beauty.
She thanked everyone for attending her celebration. Then her gaze found Olivia in the crowd of assembled pack members.
“Tonight, I want to publicly thank one person. Her name is Olivia Winters.”
The crowd murmured with interest. Many were unaware of the incident that had bonded the two she-wolves despite their rivalry.
“Without her intervention, you might never have seen me again. Olivia saved my life, and I am deeply grateful to her.”
Miranda’s expression turned serious as she prepared to make the most important declaration of her adult life. Her wolf was steel-spined with resolve despite the pain.
“Here, before this gathering of our packs, I want to formally announce something.”
Her voice carried the authority of her Blackwood bloodline. It filled the ballroom with supernatural resonance that commanded attention.
“Alpha Connor Rivers and I are merely friends and business associates. Connor and Olivia are destined mates.”
She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing with unwavering determination.
“I will no longer tolerate anyone making inappropriate suggestions about Connor and myself.”
Her voice remained clear and strong as she invoked ancient werewolf tradition. “I admit, I once harbored deep feelings for Alpha Connor, but that chapter of my life is permanently closed.”.
“I have released any claim I might have had. I hope no one, under the pretense of helping me, will do anything to put me in a compromising position.”
She concluded with fierce protectiveness for the mate bond she could never claim. “Or damage the sacred mate bond between Connor and Olivia.”
A wave of surprised whispers spread through the crowd of werewolves. Pack members began discussing the shocking public renunciation with hushed excitement.
They whispered about Miranda’s past pursuit of Connor. Recent rumors connecting him with famous actress Layla Lawrence also surfaced in their conversations.
One well-informed pack elder clarified the situation for those confused by celebrity gossip. “Layla Lawrence is her stage name for human entertainment.”
“Her real name is Layla Rivers. She’s the second daughter of the Lawrence pack in Silvercrest and Connor’s distant cousin.”
The elder continued with insider knowledge. “The romance rumors were a deliberate cover story to protect his true mate bond with Olivia.”
Lily was stunned by Miranda’s courage, then deeply impressed. She gave an approving nod that showed her respect for the other she-wolf’s sacrifice.
“Miranda really has the strength of her bloodline. I admire her courage in making such a public declaration!” Rebecca agreed, her own wolf recognizing the honor in Miranda’s actions. “I suspected her motives during that Brandon Cole incident before, but it seems I completely misunderstood her character and intentions.”
(Olivia’s POV)
The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and moonlight as Miranda and I leaned against the yacht’s polished railing. The Moonlit Voyager cut through the dark waters with elegant grace, leaving a trail of phosphorescent foam in its wake.
Miranda raised her crystal wine glass, the moonberry wine catching the silver light. “To new beginnings,” she said softly.
I lifted my own glass, and the crystal sang as they touched. The clear note mingled with the rhythmic sound of waves against the hull.
The ocean breeze tousled our hair as we stood in comfortable silence. Miranda took a sip of her wine, her cheeks already flushed from the alcohol.
She turned to me with serious eyes. “Olivia, I need to apologize for what happened this afternoon.”
I waited, sensing the weight of her words.
“Summer marked that card without my knowledge,” Miranda continued, her voice heavy with regret. “I had no idea she was planning to manipulate the game like that.”
Her hand found my shoulder, squeezing gently. “I would never deliberately put you in such an uncomfortable position. You have to believe me.”
I took a sip of my wine, the moonberry flavor warming my throat. “I’ll be honest, Miranda. For a moment, I did wonder if you were involved.”
Her face fell slightly.
“But your reaction during the game convinced me otherwise,” I added quickly. “The shock and anger in your eyes were genuine. I believe you.”
Relief flooded Miranda’s features. She raised her glass again, her smile radiant under the moonlight.
“Then let me toast to you and Connor,” she said with heartfelt sincerity. “May your mate bond bring you lasting happiness.”
“Thank you,” I replied, touched by her genuine wish.
Curiosity got the better of me. “Miranda, can I ask you something?”
She nodded.
“What changed your mind? When we first arrived, you separated Connor and me into different rooms. But then suddenly, you seemed to have a complete change of heart.”
Miranda’s smile turned wry. She turned to face the moonlit sea, her profile etched against the starry sky.
“I was acting out of jealousy,” she admitted with painful honesty. “I separated you because I still harbored feelings for Connor.”
The wind whipped her dark hair around her face as she continued.
“But the incident with Brandon Cole opened my eyes. I saw how much Connor truly cared for you.”
I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“After Brandon humiliated you at that boutique, Connor didn’t just let it slide,” Miranda explained. “He systematically destroyed Brandon’s life through pack politics and business connections.”
My eyes widened in surprise. I hadn’t known about Connor’s ruthless retaliation.
“Brandon’s family disowned him. His business partnerships crumbled. His social standing evaporated overnight,” Miranda continued. “Connor made his existence a living hell, all because he dared to disrespect you.”
A chill ran down my spine. I’d never seen this merciless side of my mate.
Miranda laughed softly, but there was no humor in it. “During the card game this afternoon, I remembered all the times other she-wolves tried to get Connor’s attention.”
“How did he usually respond?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“With complete indifference,” Miranda replied. “When females would openly express interest or request intimate contact, Connor would give them such a murderous Alpha glare that they’d quickly choose someone else instead.”
She turned back to me, her eyes bright with unshed tears.
“But with you, Olivia, he looked at you like you hung the moon and stars. The devotion in his eyes when he kissed you in front of everyone… I realized I never had a chance.”
Her voice grew soft, tinged with heartbreak. “I may have been too blind to see it before, but the mate bond between you and Connor is something I could never compete with.”
She gazed out at the endless ocean. “Some connections are destined by the Moon Goddess herself. I finally understand that.”
When I returned to our luxurious suite aboard the yacht, warm light spilled from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Connor stood with his back to me, speaking quietly into his phone while gazing out at the moonlit ocean.
I approached silently, my bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet. Reaching out from behind, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my face against his strong back.
His familiar scent enveloped me – pine, leather, and something uniquely Alpha that made my wolf purr with contentment.
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