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My stomach clenched. “Send him in.”
Frank entered carrying two elegant jewelry boxes, his expression apologetic. “Miss Winters, Alpha Connor asked me to deliver these to you.”
I stared at the boxes without moving. “I don’t want them.”
“Please,” Frank said, his voice strained. “Alpha Connor flew to Blackmoor Territory early this morning. He insisted I deliver these before he left.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Blackmoor Territory? Why?”
Frank’s expression grew troubled. “Pack business, Miss. But he was very specific about these gifts reaching you.”
I shook my head. “Take them back.”
“I can’t,” Frank said desperately. “He’ll fire me if I return empty-handed. Please, Miss Winters. Just accept them.”
The desperation in his voice made me pause. Frank had always been1oyal to Connor, and I didn’t want him to suffer for his Alpha’s stubbornness.
I sighed heavily. “Fine. Leave them on my desk.”
Frank’s relief was palpable. “Thank you, Miss Winters.”
After he left, I stared at the jewelry boxes for a long moment before opening them. The Sapphire Moonstone Earrings caught the office light beautifully, and the Imperial Jade Bracelet was even more stunning in person.
I sighed again, my fingers tracing the edge of the bracelet box. Despite everything between us, Connor was in Blackmoor Territory – a place where Frederick Warner’s allies still held power.
The political situation there was volatile and dangerous. What was he thinking, going there alone?
I walked to the television in my office and turned it on, flipping to the international news channel. The headline made my breath catch.
“Victoria Ashford, Blackmoor’s prime minister candidate, won more than half of the support from the Lower
House, elected as Blackmoor’s new prime minister..”
I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Connor had mentioned that Frederick Warner’s backers would fall. Was Frederick’s supporter the previous Prime Minister Harrison Blackthorne?
If so, what was Connor doing in Blackmoor Territory now? Was he there to ensure the political transition went smoothly? Or was he walking into a trap?
My phone rang, interrupting my worried thoughts. The caller ID showed Connor’s number, and my heart began racing.
“Hello?” I answered with slight nervousness.
(Olivia’s POV)
“Livvy, it’s over.” Connor’s voice was low and slightly hoarse through the phone. “Frederick is dead, it’s all over.
My heart suddenly beat faster, my wolf stirring with relief and concern. The words hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless.
“Are you… are you okay?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
There seemed to be a moment of pause on the other end as Connor processed my genuine worry for his safety. I could hear his breathing, steady but tired.
“I’m fine,” he said softly. “Completely unharmed. Frederick’s operation has been dismantled entirely.”
Relief flooded through me so intensely that my knees nearly buckled. I gripped the edge of my desk for support.
“The political situation in Blackmoor Territory is stabilizing, Connor continued. “Victoria Ashford’s government is already implementing reforms. Frederick’s supporters are being arrested one by one.”
“What about his other allies?” I asked, my legal mind automatically focusing on the details.
“All neutralized. The criminal network he built is collapsing without his leadership.” Connor’s voice carried a note of satisfaction. “The threat to our packs is over.”
I closed my amber eyes, feeling a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying finally lift from my shoulders. For months, Frederick’s shadow had loomed over everything.
“Livvy, wait for me,” Connor said, his voice becoming gentler. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening.”
The tenderness in his tone made my chest tighten with conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to tell him I’d be waiting. Part of me wanted to hang up immediately.
“Connor, I-“
“Please,” he interrupted softly. “Just wait for me.”
I couldn’t handle the vulnerability in his voice. The relief of Frederick’s death, the ongoing tensions with the Rivers pack, and my own unresolved feelings toward Connor crashed together in an overwhelming wave.
I ended the call abruptly, my finger hitting the disconnect button before I could change my mind.
My phone immediately began ringing again. Connor’s name flashed on the screen, but I turned the device face down on my desk.
I couldn’t deal with this right now. Not when my emotions were so raw and conflicted.
The office felt suddenly suffocating. I gathered my things quickly, needing to escape before Connor called again.
Back at the Winters family estate, I tried to lose myself in reviewing case files. But my mind kept drifting to Connor’s voice, to the relief in his tone when he told me Frederick was dead.
Olivia, dinner’s ready” Natalie called from downstairs, pulling me away from my thoughts.
I sighed and closed my laptop. Family dinner was the last thing I wanted right now, but avoiding it would only create more drama.
(Third person’s POV)
At the Grey pack estate, Margaret Grey hummed cheerfully as she arranged moonlight herba in an elegant basket. Her blue eyes sparkled with maternal joy as she prepared for her visit to Cassandra Evans.
“Finally, a grandchild,” she murmured to herself, carefully selecting the finest herbs from her collection. “The
Grey bloodline will continue.”
Margaret had spent the morning consulting with the pack healer about the best nourishing broths for expecting mothers. She’d also arranged for fresh venison and organic vegetables to be delivered to Cassandra’s apartment.
Her son Ethan had been strangely absent lately, but Margaret attributed it to the pressures of pack leadership. Young Alphas often became consumed with business matters.
What Margaret didn’t know was that Ethan was desperately trying to salvage the Grey pack’s crumbling financial empire. He’d been meeting with potential investors all week, hoping to secure emergency funding.
The Grey pack’s bankruptcy was imminent, but Ethan couldn’t bring himself to tell his mother. Margaret’s pride in their family legacy would be shattered.
Margaret climbed into her silver Mercedes, the basket of moonlight herbs secure in the passenger seat. She’d also brought a selection of pregnancy vitamins and herbal teas.
“Cassandra will be so pleased,” she said aloud, her voice filled with anticipation.
At Cassandra’s downtown apartment, Margaret knocked enthusiastically on the door. She could hardly contain her excitement about becoming a grandmother.
Cassandra opened the door wearing a simple black dress, her green-gold eyes lacking their usual sparkle.
She looked pale and tired.
“Mrs. Grey,” Cassandra said politely, stepping aside to let her enter.
“Cassandra, dear, you look exhausted,” Margaret observed, immediately switching into protective mode. “Are you eating properly? Getting enough rest?”
