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His face showed pain at my words. “I was trying to protect everyone-“
“Your protection didn’t stop Frederick from targeting me,” I interrupted. “It didn’t save Grace from being kidnapped.”
Connor’s shoulders sagged with defeat. “Olivia, please give me another chance-“
“No,” I said firmly. “We’re done.”
I walked to the front desk. “Please escort Mr. Rivers out.”
As the staff moved to comply, Adrian Sinclair entered the lobby. His sharp features and gold-rimmed glasses gave him an intellectual appearance.
“Connor Rivers,” Adrian said with professional courtesy. “Are you here to hire our services?”
Connor’s expression darkened as he recognized Adrian. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m a partner at this firm now,” Adrian replied smoothly.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes flashed with suspicion as he looked between Adrian and me. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Who I partner with is none of your concern,” I said coldly.
Connor stepped toward me, but Adrian moved to block his path. “I’m afraid Miss Winters may be too busy to see you.”
“Adrian, don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning,” Connor said, his voice low and threatening.
(Connor’s POV)
Olivia perhaps really doesn’t remember Adrian Sinclair, but it’s hard for me to forget.
I recalled my complex relationship with Adrian during our university years. We were both law students from rival schools within the Northern Territory – I attended Riverdale University while he studied at the competing law school across town.
Despite attending different universities, we were constantly compared. Both of us were recognized as the most eligible bachelors in our respective schools, known for outstanding appearance and academic achievements.
Our werewolf bloodlines only Intensified the natural competition. I came from the prestigious Rivers pack while Adrian belonged to the respected but lesser Sinclair lineage.
The rivalry was inevitable. Two Alpha heirs, both destined for greatness, both pursuing excellence in the same field.
But there was one memory that impressed me most deeply. Adrian’s public confession to Olivia Winters during our university years.
It was Christmas Eve, a time perfectly suited for romantic declarations. Adrian had elaborately arranged winter roses in a heart shape on the Riverdale University campus courtyard.
He stood in the center with a guitar, his refined features highlighted by those signature gold-rimmed glasses. His voice carried across the snow-covered grounds as he sang love songs.
At that time, I was a graduate student at Diverdale University. I had the habit of evening runs to manage my
Alpha energy and patrol the territory.
That night, during my usual route, I heard students discussing something exciting. The heir of Sinclair pack was making a grand romantic gesture, they whispered.
I originally didn’t pay attention to campus gossip. But as I moved closer, I gradually heard a familiar name from the crowd gathering around the spectacle.
Olivia Winters.
My ice-blue eyes narrowed as I slowed my pace. I could clearly hear the gossip saying that Adrian liked Olivia, the brilliant law student known for her beauty and intelligence.
Some students thought the two were a perfect match – both academically gifted and from respectable werewolf families. Many female students were heartbroken to see their campus heartthrob pursuing someone else.
My wolf bristled with an emotion I didn’t want to acknowledge. I changed direction and walked towards the center of the courtyard.
Adrian was surrounded by the crowd, playing guitar and singing with genuine affection in his voice. His performance was polished, confident, designed to impress. napter 147. Memories an
After the love song ended, someone brought Olivia to where Adrian walted, I stood among the crowd, m expression carefully controlled, watching what I Internally dismissed as a theatrical display of affection
But my heart was racing.
Adrian handed the bouquet of winter roses to the young woman before him. His voice was extremely gentle and sincere.
“Olivia Winters, I’ve admired you for so long. Would you honor me by becoming my mate?”
The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheering, then fell into expectant silence. Everyone waited for Olivia’s response.
The winter night air was filled with falling snow that created a romantic atmosphere. It seemed like even the moon goddess herself was blessing this moment.
Adrian held the roses with steady hands. His tall figure stood confidently in the center of the crowd, handsome and composed, commanding everyone’s attention.
He wasn’t only outstanding in appearance and academics, but also came from an excellent werewolf lineage. He was the heir apparent of the respected Sinclair pack.
To most observers, it seemed like a destined pairing. I found myself holding my breath, my hands clenched at my sides, my heart racing with anxiety I refused to examine.
However, Olivia’s answer surprised everyone present.
“I’m sorry, Adrian, but I can’t accept your proposal.”
The confident smile on Adrian’s lips faded. The winter wind tousled his dark hair as the courtyard lighting couldn’t quite hide the disappointment crossing his features.
“May I ask why?” His voice carried a slight tremor, betraying emotions he tried to keep controlled.
The young woman pressed her lips together. Her amber eyes were steady and her tone revealed no emotional turbulence.
“Because I’m not interested in romantic relationships right now, and I don’t have time for courtship. I’m sorry I can’t accept your feelings.”
The crowd erupted in surprised murmurs once again. My wolf practically purred with satisfaction, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
Olivia turned and walked away after speaking. She never once reached for the bouquet of roses.
I knew that Olivia had attracted many suitors during her university years. She probably had to reject more than a dozen such proposals annually, so it was understandable she might not remember every werewolf who had pursued her.
But I remembered clearly. The names and faces of everyone who had dared to court Olivia Winters were burned into my memory.
Therefore, when I saw Adrian and Olivia together at Howling Moon Steakhouse on Valentine’s Day, I fe… genuine surge of territorial concern.
Recalling this memory now, my ice-blue eyes darkened with possessive intensity.
“I didn’t expect that after so many years, you still haven’t given up pursuing her.”
? nave to thank Alpha Connor for giving me this opportunity.”
My gaze sharpened with Alpha authority as I studied the other man.
“Stay away from her, Sinclair.”
Adrian raised his eyebrows slightly. His voice remained respectfully measured.
“What right does Alpha Connor have to make such demands of me?”
My lip curled with cold confidence.
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