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I had been hoping, perhaps foolishly, that she might feel something for me beyond professional respect. The dinner tonight had given me false hope.
Ms there no chance at all?” The question escaped before I could stop it.
My voice carried all the vulnerability of a beta wolf seeking acceptance from someone far above his station.
The silence that followed felt eternal.
“I’m sorry,” Olivia finally whispered.
Those two words shattered something inside my chest. My wolf whimpered softly, mourning what could never be.
“Of course,” I said quickly, forcing lightness into my voice. “Sorry, it’s late and I’m rambling. Have a good night, Olivia.”
“Good night, Adrian.”
The line went dead, leaving me alone in my apartment’s silence.
I stared at my phone screen, her contact information still displayed. My heart ached with the knowledge that my feelings would never be reciprocated.
My wolf curled up in the depths of my consciousness, wounded and retreating from the pain of rejection. I had known it was unlikely, but hope had been a cruel companion.
Setting the phone aside, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Tomorrow’I would have to face her at the office and pretend nothing had changed.
The professional mask would have to be perfect. She could never know how deeply her gentle rejection had cut.
(Olivia’s POV)
The next morning at Moonstone Legal Partners, I greeted Adrian as if nothing had happened. His smile was professional and warm, showing no trace of last night’s vulnerability.
“Good morning, partner,” he said, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.
“Morning, Adrian. Ready for another busy day?”
We fell into our usual professional rhythm, reviewing cases and discussing client strategies. The awkwardness I had feared never materialized.
Adrian’s professionalism was impeccable, and I found myself grateful for his maturity in handling the situation.
After finishing a legal complaint for a corporate client, our receptionist approached my desk with a know smile.
“Miss Winters, there’s a client here specifically requesting you,” she announced.
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“Did they mention what type of case?” I asked, not looking up from my documents.
“He said it involves several high-profile pack business matters.”
I glanced up, curious about the nature of such cases. “Please show them to the conference room.”
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When I entered the conference room, my breath caught. Connor Rivers sat at the polished table, his ice-blue eyes meeting mine with familiar intensity.
His presence filled the room with Alpha authority, making the air feel charged with electricity.
“Connor,” I said, struggling to maintain professional composure. “This is unexpected.”
He rose from his chair with fluid grace, his tall frame commanding attention. “Hello, Olivia. I hope you don’t mind the surprise visit.”
“What brings you to Moonstone Legal Partners?” I asked, taking a seat across from him.
“I need legal representation for several high-profile pack business cases,” Connor replied smoothly. “Complex matters requiring exceptional legal expertise.”
I frowned, confused by his request. “Why aren’t you using the Rivers pack’s in-house legal counsel? They’ve handled your family’s affairs for decades.”
Connor’s lips curved into a knowing smile, his ice-blue eyes holding a warmth reserved only for me.
“But I specifically want to work with Attorney Winters. Is that not allowed?”
(Olivia’s POV)
“Okay, of course,” I replied with a professional smile, my amber eyes maintaining their composure despite the unexpected visit from my former lover. “There’s no reason not to make money.”
I settled into the single chair next to Connor Rivers at the polished conference table. Daniel Foster had prepared herbal tea before quietly withdrawing and closing the door behind him.
My lips curved slightly as I lifted the delicate porcelain cup, taking a measured sip while studying Connor’s ice-blue eyes. “How does Alpha Connor want to cooperate?”
Connor reached into his leather briefcase and withdrew two comprehensive file portfolios. His movements were deliberate and professional.
“These are the cases currently requiring legal representation,” he stated, sliding the Rivers Pack Legal Case Portfolio across the mahogany table toward me.
My honey-brown hair caught the afternoon light as I accepted the documents. I couldn’t help but feel skeptical about his sudden appearance.
“Does the Alpha of such a powerful pack and CEO of extensive business holdings personally manage even minor litigation matters?” I asked sarcastically.
Connor’s lips curved into an amused smile. “Collaborating with Attorney Winters is hardly a minor matter,” he replied smoothly, his tone carrying both professional respect and underlying warmth.
I chose to ignore his pointed remark, my expression remaining carefully neutral as I opened the file portfolios to review their contents.
As I examined the documentation, I noted that the Rivers Pack’s extensive holdings in high-tech enterprises, luxury hospitality, and fashion industries likely involved contracts worth millions of dollars.
What impressed me most was how meticulously prepared the evidence appeared for each case. Everything was clearly organized, thoroughly documented, and strategically compiled to minimize litigation risks.
After completing my review of the materials, I looked up with an ambiguous smile playing at my lips. “Thank you, Alpha Connor,” I said with deliberate formality, my tone professional yet carrying an undercurrent of something more complex.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes held a subtle warmth as he responded with equal politeness. His wolf stirred restlessly at my continued use of his formal title.
“The pleasure is mine, Attorney Winters,” he replied, matching my professional tone while his gaze lingered on my face, searching for any c***k in my composed facade.
“I’ll have my assistant print the representation agreement,” Linformed Connor, rising gracefully from my chair. “Please wait just a moment.”
As I stepped out of the conference room into the main office area, I discovered the entire Moonstone Legal Partners staff gathered around the central table. Animated conversations filled the air.
Emma Thompson looked up with bright eyes and explained that Adrian Sinclair was treating the entire few firm to premium coffee service. He had been remarkably generous with his gesture.
I laughed softly, a genuine smile breaking through my professional mask. “Looks like I chose the right business partner,” I commented.
Jade Mitchell leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially that she had caught a glimpse of Connor Rivers in the conference room. She asked tentatively, “Is he here to… be with you?”
When I confirmed Connor’s presence, Jade’s curiosity intensified as she inquired whether the powerful Alpha was attempting to reconcile our relationship.
I quickly dismissed the notion, maintaining my professional stance. “He’s here strictly for business,” I stated firmly.
However, Jade responded with a knowing smile that suggested she understood far more about the situation than I was willing to acknowledge.
Feigning mild irritation at my assistant’s perceptiveness, I waved my hand dismissively. “Just enjoy your coffee,” I said, walking past Jade toward the printer.
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