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It was a question I had harbored for three years. The Rivers Pack wielded immense power and influence, unlike my Winters Pack with its purely commercial background. I always felt this alliance was my father’s attempt to climb higher, making me wonder why someone of
Connor’s status would accept.
Connor’s eyes darkened as he considered his answer. After a pause, he replied, “By my generation, arranged matings are no longer necessary to consolidate our pack’s power.”
His answer was ambiguous, leaving me confused. I gently pressed, “Then why not choose someone you truly love?”
“If I didn’t want to, no one could force me,” his deep voice carried a subtle vulnerability that surprised me.
My breath caught chaotically. I forced myself not to dwell on the deeper meaning, though my heart stirred uncontrollably.
I wondered if Connor, so skilled at gentle teasing, had dated many women before, making him so naturally attentive. Ever since I agreed to this arrangement, his care had been meticulous, his presence gentle yet firm. I sensed that if it continued like this, I might truly develop feelings for him.
We arrived at the courthouse with time to spare. Connor followed the procedure to get his visitor’s pass while I prepared my notes one final time.
The hearing began promptly. I stood tall, my voice clear and confident as I presented our case. The opposing counsel tried to interrupt several times, but I held my ground.
“Your Honor, the contract clearly states in Section 4.3 that territorial boundaries were established using the northern riverbank as the demarcation line,” I argued, pointing to the evidence. “My client has maintained consistent presence within these boundaries for over fifteen years without contest.”
The opposing counsel attempted to introduce a new document, but I quickly objected.
“Your Honor, this document wasn’t included in discovery. Its sudden introduction violates procedural rules and prejudices my client.”
The judge agreed, sustaining my objection. I continued methodically dismantling their arguments one by one.
Throughout the hearing, I was vaguely aware of Connor sitting quietly among the spectators, his ice-blue eyes never leaving me. His presence somehow bolstered my confidence.
When the hearing ended, Connor approached and handed me a bottle of water.
“Have some water,” he said simply.
I drank gratefully, then smiled, my amber eyes bright. “The verdict will be announced later, but
I’m quite confident of winning.”
“During your argument, your eyes were so bright and determined. I was completely drawn to you,” Connor’s voice was full of sincere praise.
Embarrassed but happy, I admitted, “Really? I feel like I become a different person in court.”
“You did amazing,” he reassured me warmly. “Someday, you’ll be a top-tier, renowned lawyer.”
My smile grew radiant. “From your lips to God’s ears.”
In this moment of shared joy, I suddenly recalled Ethan Grey. Over three years of dating him, he had never once bothered about my work, let alone watched me in court.
To him, my meager salary was insignificant, barely enough for one of his extravagant meals at upscale restaurants. Worse, it was clear that he never respected my career. remembered how when I once excitedly told Ethan I won a sizable five-million dollar case, he had sneered, “Our company signs contracts worth tens of millions without blinking; five million is small fry. Why bother slaving away? Just quit, I’ll support you.”
Since then, I never shared anything work-related with him again. I now realized he only liked my looks and body, never truly my soul or aspirations.
Our relationship was shallow, all about pleasure, never about growth or understanding. By contrast, standing beside Connor, I felt genuinely appreciated and respected for the first time, sensing he might be the kind of partner who truly values me.
As we exited the courthouse, Connor’s phone rang. He answered it briefly, his expression growing serious.
“That was Henry,” he said after hanging up, his face darkening. “The bottled water you received was laced with a heavy dose of toxins.”
My amber eyes flashed coldly. “I guessed as much.”
“Do you want me to handle it?” Connor asked, his tone suggesting he was more than willing to take action.
I shook my head. “No need. I’ll just add this to the ledger-I’ll settle it personally when the time comes.”
We both knew that although the test result was clear, there was no direct evidence pointing to Cassandra. Reporting it would be pointless. Since this was a private vendetta, it would be repaid in kind, privately.
The next few days passed in a pleasant blur. Connor extended his stay in Harbor City, and we spent our time exploring the city together.
One evening, I took him to a small restaurant known for its spicy venison. I’d been craving it for weeks.
“This is amazing,” I said, savoring the rich flavors. “The spice blend is perfect.”
Connor nodded, though sweat beaded on his forehead. He wasn’t used to such heat, but he stubbornly finished every bite.
“You don’t have to force yourself,” I laughed, passing him a glass of water.
“I’m not forcing anything,” he insisted, though his face was flushed. “It’s good.”
We visited Harbor City’s famous botanical gardens the next day, taking countless photos among the exotic blooms. Connor insisted on capturing me beside a particularly stunning display of moonflowers.
“They match your eyes,” he said softly, referring to the amber centers of the white blossoms.
We toured the Harbor City Museum of Natural History, where Connor surprised me with his extensive knowledge of werewolf artifacts and ancient pack territories.
“How do you know so much about this?” I asked as he explained the significance of a centuries-old territorial map.
He shrugged. “I’ve always been interested in our history. Understanding where we came from helps guide where we’re going.”
Compared to my three years with Ethan Grey, these few days with Connor felt richer, warmer, and far more fulfilling. The quiet companionship and mutual respect slowly began to heal the wounds in my heart.
On our fifth day together, we visited a scenic overlook that provided a breathtaking view of
Harbor City. The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the skyline, making the buildings shimmer.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed, taking in the panorama.
“Yes, it is,” Connor agreed, though when I glanced at him, he wasn’t looking at the view but at me.
My phone chimed with a message notification. Connor was holding it to help me take photos of the cityscape.
His ice-blue eyes suddenly turned glacial as he looked at the screen.
“What is it?” I asked, noticing the change in his expression.
He didn’t answer immediately, his jaw tightening. When he finally handed me the phone, I saw a message from Ethan Grey: “Are you done with your tantrum yet?”
(Connor’s POV)
I handed the phone back to Olivia, keeping my expression deliberately neutral despite the irritation I felt seeing that message.
“Your friend seems to have sent you a message,” I said calmly, watching her reaction carefully.
“Hm? Let me see.” Olivia took the phone, her face immediately stiffening as she read the message.
I knew she’d realized I had seen the notification banner with Ethan Grey’s condescending words. Her amber eyes flickered with guilt as she turned back to me.
“My ex-boyfriend. We’ve broken up,” she explained, her voice slightly strained.
“Mm,” I responded, maintaining my bland expression, revealing nothing of my thoughts.
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