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“There’s a saying about matters of the heart,” Adrian said carefully. “First come, first served.”
I countered with equal smoothness. “A smart wolf doesn’t hunt in his own territory. Workplace romances are inadvisable.”
Adrian’s gold-rimmed glasses caught the elevator’s fluorescent lighting. “How can a heart heal after being deeply wounded?”
“True love, once felt, can always be rekindled,” I asserted, my voice carrying absolute conviction. “Regardless of past pain.”
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense as both our wolves pushed against human restraint. I fell silent, my jaw clenching as territorial instincts flared.
(Adrian’s POV)
The elevator reached the underground parking garage with a mechanical ding. Connor exited first with Alpha confidence, his broad shoulders carrying the arrogance of someone who believed he had already won. followed, my usually composed features set in grim lines. The territorial display I had just witnessed in Olivia’s office played repeatedly in my mind.
Friday evening approached with its usual bustle of departing employees. I waited in the lobby as Olivia gathered her belongings and locked her office.
She emerged looking professionally elegant in her light coffee-colored suit. Her honey-brown hair had come slightly loose from its professional clip during the day’s work.
“Adrian?” She noticed me waiting and approached with curious amber eyes. “Is everything alright?
I straightened my gold-rimmed glasses, choosing my words carefully. “I need to speak with you privately
Her brow furrowed slightly with concern. “Of course, What’s on your mind?”
“Would you take a walk with me in Silverleaf Park?” I gestured toward the nearby green space visible throug the lobby’s floor-to-ceiling windows. “There’s an important matter I need to discuss.”
“Adrian, what did you want to discuss with me?” Olivia asked as we walked side by side through the moonlit paths of Silverleaf Park.
The cool evening air helped clear both our heads after the awkward office encounter. Street lamps cast gentle pools of light along the winding walkways.
My expression was serious as I gathered my thoughts. “I need to address the situation regarding my aunt’s attempts to arrange a potential mating between us.”
Olivia’s steps slowed slightly, her amber eyes reflecting understanding. My wolf was clearly uncomfortable with the forced proximity our families had been pushing.
“I want to clarify that I have no romantic intentions toward you,” I continued with careful honesty. “I view you strictly as a business partner and friend within our professional werewolf community.”
Relief flickered across her delicate features. “I appreciate your directness, Adrian.”
“I don’t want our working relationship to become awkward because of my family’s meddling in pack alliance matters,” I explained further. “If my aunt attempts to arrange meetings between us again, you can reject the proposals directly.”
“Without concern for offending you,” I added with a slight smile. “I completely understand the position you’re in.”
Olivia nodded readily, visibly relieved. “I’m grateful we’re on the same page regarding our platonic relationship.”
“Pack politics shouldn’t complicate our professional partnership,” she agreed warmly.
I shifted the conversation to a lighter topic, my demeanor becoming more relaxed. “Do you have a younger sister around the same age as my young cousin?”
“Sophie Turner is turning seven soon,” I explained with genuine fondness. “I thought perhaps she and your half-sister could become playmates.”
Olivia’s expression softened with consideration. “Grace is about eight years old, so they’d be close in age.”
“However,” she continued more carefully, “Grace recently experienced some traumatic events during her k********g ordeal.”
Her amber eyes reflected protective concern for her young half-sister. “She needs time to recover emotionally before meeting new people.”
I nodded understandingly, respecting the need for the young pup to heal. “Of course. When she’s ready, perhaps we can arrange an introduction.”
(Third person’s POV)
On Saturday morning, Olivia Winters returned to the Winters Family Estate with a specific purpose in mind. She needed to speak with Dr. Victoria Sterling about Grace’s recovery progress.
The renowned werewolf psychologist had been working with Grace since her k********g ordeal. Her golden blonde hair caught the morning sunlight as she reviewed her notes in the estate’s study.
“Dr. Sterling, how is Grace’s emotional state?” Olivia asked, settling into the leather chair across from the therapist.
“She’s making steady progress,” Dr. Sterling replied, her blue eyes reflecting professional concern. “However, I believe social interaction with peers would significantly accelerate her healing process.”
The doctor closed her notebook and leaned forward. “Having friends to play with would help Grace regain her sense of normalcy and security.”
Olivia nodded thoughtfully. “What kind of social interaction would you recommend?”
“Supervised playdates with children her own age,” Dr. Sterling explained. “The key is creating positive experiences that rebuild her confidence in trusting others.”
After the consultation, Olivia climbed the grand staircase to Grace’s room. She found her half-sister sitting by the window, quietly reading a picture book.
“Grace,” Olivia said softly, approaching with gentle steps. “How about I introduce you to a new friend to play with?”
Grace looked up with those large amber eyes that mirrored Olivia’s own. Her expression showed cautious curiosity mixed with uncertainty.
“Who is the new friend?” Grace asked shyly, her voice barely above a whisper,
Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, her tone warm and reassuring. “Her name is Sophie Turner. She’s about your age and very sweet.”
“Do you like her, sister?” Grace asked, her eyes searching Olivia’s face for approval.
“Yes, I like Sophie very much,” Olivia confirmed with a gentle smile. “She’s kind and thoughtful, just like you.”
Grace’s face brightened considerably at this endorsement. “Then Grace is willing to be good friends with Sophie. If sister likes Sophie, then Grace also likes Sophie.”
The innocent trust in Grace’s voice made Olivia’s heart swell with protective affection. Her little sister’s dependence on her approval was both touching and heartbreaking.
Back in her room, Olivia pulled out her phone and composed a message to Adrian Sinclair. She typed carefully, wanting to sound professional yet friendly.
“Adrian, when would Sophie be available to come over and play with Grace? I’d be happy to buy some snacks and fruits that she might enjoy.”
Adrian’s response came within minutes. “This afternoon would work perfectly. Let me confirm the specific time with my aunt and get back to you.”
Another message followed quickly. “My aunt is busy with her literary work today, so I’ll bring Sophie over myself if that’s acceptable.”
Olivia smiled at his thoughtfulness. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you for arranging this.”
Around 3:30 in the afternoon, Adrian’s elegant sedan pulled up to the Winters Family Estate. Olivia watched from the window as he helped a small girl out of the car.
She hurried to the grand entrance, her honey-brown hair catching the afternoon sunlight streaming through the tall windows. The sight of the approaching visitors filled her with anticipation.
“Adrian, Sophie, welcome,” Olivia greeted them warmly at the door.
Sophie was a petite girl with bright eyes and a sweet smile. She wore a pink spring dress that complemented her cheerful demeanor perfectly.
“Thank you for having us,” Adrian said, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the afternoon light. “My aunt sends her apologies for not coming herself.”
“Please, come in,” Olivia gestured toward the elegant sitting room. “I’ll go get Grace.”
As they settled into the plush furniture, Agnes Turner appeared with her usual efficiency. The loyal housekeeper served herbal tea to Adrian and Sophie with practiced grace.
“Miss Olivia will be right back with Miss Grace,” Agnes said kindly to Sophie.
