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Connor’s body stiffened slightly at the unexpected contact, but his wolf immediately recognized my touch. He quickly ended his call.
“That’s it, I’m hanging up,” he said curtly to whoever was on the other end.
He turned in my arms, pulling me against his chest. “You’re back,” he murmured, his voice warm with affection.
“Hmm,” I hummed softly, melting into his embrace.
Leaning against his solid chest, I whispered, “Connor, you’re so good to me.”
“Just figured that out?” he replied, his voice carrying that magnetic Alpha tone that made my knees weak.
“Will you always be this good to me?” I asked, needing to hear his promise,
“Always,” he said without hesitation, his arms tightening around me.
I raised my head from his arms, my amber eyes meeting his ice-blue gaze. The love and trust I saw there moved him deeply.
Connor lowered his head, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss that stole my breath away.
Outside the window, stars reflected on the dark ocean waters like scattered diamonds. The glass partition separated us from the sound of the waves, creating our own private sanctuary.
Moonlight streamed through the glass like liquid silver, bathing us in its ethereal glow. Connor lifted me against the cool window, my palms pressed to the smooth surface as I gazed out at the night seascape.
Our mating was intense and primal, my soft gasps mixing with Connor’s low growls as we moved together in perfect rhythm. Lost in our bond beneath the Moon Goddess’s watchful gaze, we claimed each other completely.
After spending two blissful days at sea, I quickly threw myself back into work at Moonstone Legal Partners. The familiar routine of reviewing supernatural law case files helped ground me after the emotional intensity of the yacht trip.
One morning, after finishing a particularly complex pack dispute case, I prepared myself a cup of healing herb tea. The aromatic steam rose from the delicate porcelain cup as I settled at my desk.
A knock interrupted my peaceful moment. Adrian Sinclair entered my office, his usual confident demeanor replaced by something more hesitant.
“Olivia, are you busy?” he asked.
I looked up from my files, immediately noticing the change in his bearing. Something was different about him today.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, setting down my tea.
Adrian lowered his eyes, his hands fidgeting with the legal documents he carried. “I have something I want to tell you.”
I caught a hint of loss in his expression, a vulnerability I’d never seen before. “Is it about a case?”
He shook his head. “No.”
My attitude became distant and professional. “During work hours, I prefer not to discuss personal matters.”
“But it’s hard for me to see you alone even after work,” Adrian said urgently, raising his eyes to meet mine. “How did you and Connor suddenly reconcile? I thought you had ended things permanently.”
My tone cooled, my lawyer mask sliding firmly into place. “Adrian, we are colleagues and friends, and your question is overstepping professional boundaries.”
The light in Adrian’s eyes dimmed with disappointment. “Olivia, you know how I feel about you, don’t you?”
I frowned, my expression becoming serious. “I noticed your interest before, but I didn’t think much about it since you never expressed your feelings directly.”
Now that the truth was out in the open, I owed him complete honesty.
“Now that you’ve made it clear, I’ll respond with equal clarity,” I said firmly but kindly. “I’m sorry, Adrian, but I have a mate, and I love him completely-only him. Besides Connor, I won’t ever love anyone else again.”
My rejection was straightforward and thorough, delivered with the finality that only a mated she-wolf could convey.
The light in Adrian’s eyes faded as he realized the futility of his feelings.
“You really don’t remember me anymore,” Adrian said with self-deprecating humor. “Connor was right-a wolf who has been rejected once will be rejected a second time.”
I looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Adrian’s voice carried old pain as he explained, “When I was a freshman at Riverdale
University, I confessed to you.”
I furrowed my brow, trying to recall the memory from so long ago.
“One night, on the campus grounds near the library,” Adrian helped me remember. “The student with the guitar who wrote you that song.”
Recognition dawned in my eyes like sunrise breaking through clouds. “So it was you.”
Adrian gave a bitter smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I still lost, utterly and completely defeated.”
“Adrian, you’re an excellent lawyer and a good man,” I said gently, trying to soften the blow of my rejection. “You’ll find someone who can return your feelings.”
Sadness washed over Adrian’s features as he murmured, “But that someone will never be you.”
(Connor’s POV)
That night, I arrived at Olivia’s luxury penthouse for dinner. The familiar scent of her home wrapped around me like a warm embrace.
Evelyn Foster had prepared a magnificent spread of venison steaks and roasted vegetables.
She’d grown accustomed to my frequent visits over the past weeks.
“Good evening, Alpha Connor,” Evelyn greeted me with a respectful bow. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
“Thank you, Evelyn,” I replied, finding Olivia in the living room reviewing case files.
She looked up from her work, amber eyes brightening when she saw me. “You’re early tonight.”
“Finished my meetings ahead of schedule,” I said, pulling her into my arms. “Wanted to spend more time with my mate.”
After dinner, Evelyn tactfully disappeared to her quarters. She understood the importance of giving mated pairs their privacy.
Olivia and I shared a long, relaxing shower together. The warm water cascaded over our bodies as we held each other close.
Later, we lay together in the master bedroom. Silk sheets pooled around our naked forms as moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I traced lazy patterns on Olivia’s bare shoulder, content to simply hold her. My usual passionate urgency was notably absent tonight.
Olivia noticed my restraint immediately. She turned in my arms with a playful smile dancing on her lips.
“Why are you so patient tonight?” she teased, her fingers trailing across my chest.
My lips curved into an amused grin. “I have an important pack alliance meeting at eight tomorrow morning,”
“So?” Olivia’s eyebrow arched challengingly.
“I can’t indulge in our usual passionate mating tonight,” I explained, though my wolf protested the decision.
Olivia retorted with mock innocence, “We could simply finish earlier and sleep.”
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