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“Understood, Miss Winters,” the informant replied before ending the call.
After hanging up, I considered how to handle this situation strategically. My professional instincts told me this would be a complex case involving both human law and werewolf pack regulations.
I decided that I had to personally take over Malcolm Blackwood’s side of the mate bond severance case. This would give me direct access to the Grey pack’s internal affairs during their most vulnerable moment.
At the end of May, my wound had healed completely and I was finally discharged from Silverridge Private
Hospital.
Richard Winters and Natalie Winters arrived to pick me up, accompanied by my friends Rebecca Frost and
Lily Chen.
Lily had been receiving psychological treatment after the traumatic k********g incident, but she had recovered well. Her bright smile showed no lingering effects from her ordeal.
Jade Mitchell and Emma Thompson were unable to attend due to work commitments at Moonlaw Legal Services. However, Adrian Sinclair had made time to see me.
As a partner at Moonstone Legal Partners, Adrian didn’t have the same constraints as employees at other firms.
Adrian arrived carrying a bouquet of light blue moonlight lilies, his gentle smile a comforting presence behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
“Congratulations to our accomplished lawyer Olivia for finally being discharged from the hospital,” he said formally.
He handed me the flowers with the courtesy expected between professional colleagues. I accepted them gracefully and thanked him.
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Richard expressed his concern for me, noting that I had lost weight during my recovery. His paternal worry was evident in his amber eyes.
Natalie added that she would personally cook a delicious meal for me that night. Her stepmother’s gesture carried genuine warmth despite our complicated relationship.
Rebecca also presented a gift – a luxury watch she had brought back from her trip to the Blackmoor Territory.
“This is from the finest craftsmen in the Dark Lands,” she said proudly. “I thought you’d appreciate the quality.
Lily, still recovering herself, promised to take me shopping soon. “Buy whatever you want,” she insisted. “We need to celebrate your recovery properly.”
After exiting the hospital and bidding farewell to my friends, I walked toward my car when a familiar obsidian black Cullinan caught my eye.
It was Connor Rivers’ vehicle, parked discretely near the hospital entrance. My heart began to race at the unexpected sight.
I approached and gently knocked on the tinted window. The glass lowered to reveal Connor’s ice-blue eyes.
His intense gaze fixed on me with the protective concern of a devoted mate, even though our bond had been severed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Today is your discharge, so I came to see you,” Connor replied simply.
His voice carried that familiar gentle tone he reserved only for me. It made my chest tighten with longing.
“How is your wound?” he asked with genuine concern. “Are you feeling any discomfort?”
“I’ve fully recovered,” I confirmed, touched by his continued care for my wellbeing.
Connor’s expression suddenly turned slightly sour as his enhanced senses detected something. His wolf was clearly agitated by what he smelled.
“Adrian Sinclair gave you the flowers?” he asked, his voice carrying a subtle edge of jealousy.
(Olivia’s POV)
I paused, not expecting Connor to ask such a direct question about Adrian’s flowers. The jealousy in his voice was unmistakable.
“Hmm,” I replied simply.
Connor’s lips curved into what appeared to be a smile, but his tone was more bitter than wolfsbane. “He even knows you like blue moonlight lilies. That’s nice.”
His Alpha instincts were clearly prickling with jealousy. I could see the tension in his jaw as he struggled to maintain composure.
I pressed my lips together, my gaze subtly shifting to the bouquet of blue flowers on the passenger seat of his Cullinan. His taste had always been impeccable.
The flowers he chose were sophisticated, perfectly matching my aesthetic preferences. In werewolf culture, blue moonlight lilies carried the meaning of devotion between potential mates.
Noticing me staring at the bouquet in his passenger seat, Connor spoke in a tone that revealed neither joy nor anger. “I was planning to give this to you, but since you already have one bouquet, this one might be redundant.”
His wolf was struggling with the urge to claim my attention. I could sense the internal battle he was fighting.
I didn’t know what to say in response. “Then… I’ll go first?”
As I turned to leave, Connor called out urgently, “Wait!”
His voice carried more urgency than before. His Alpha nature couldn’t let me simply walk away.
“Two bouquets aren’t impossible to carry,” he said quickly. “Why don’t you take this one too? It’s taking up space in the car.”
With my back to Connor, my lips curved almost imperceptibly. I turned around to meet his ice-blue gaze again.
“Taking up space?” I asked, unable to hide my amusement.
“Yes,” the Alpha replied in a deep voice, “If you don’t want it, I’ll just throw it away.”
I couldn’t help but smile briefly. “Then I’ll take it. It would be such a waste to throw away such beautiful flowers.”
Connor got out of his Cullinan and walked around to my side. He opened the door with careful reverence, like an Alpha presenting a courting gift.
He handed me the bouquet with gentle hands. I accepted the flowers and thanked him.
Hearing those two words of gratitude, Connor’s eyes darkened again. His wolf wanted something deeper than mere politeness.
I noticed the shift in his expression but said nothing. Given our current relationship status and the complicated pack politics surrounding us, we should maintain polite courtesy.
Returning to my car with both bouquets, Natalie asked in surprise, “Olivia, why do you have another bouquet? Who gave you this one?”
Their car was parked in a position where they couldn’t see Connor’s Cullinan. Richard and Natalie naturally didn’t witness Connor giving me flowers.
Richard, sitting in the front seat, turned to glance at me but said nothing. I knew he currently harbored resentment toward the Rivers pack and strongly opposed my association with Connor.
I didn’t want to spoil the current atmosphere. “A friend,” I replied ambiguously.
Natalie simply responded with “Oh, oh.” Seeing that I was unwilling to elaborate, she didn’t press further.
Richard remained silent, only telling the driver quietly to “drive.”
Back at the Winters Family Estate, Grace was sitting on the living room sofa watching cartoons. Seeing me return, her face lit up with a smile.
She excitedly ran over in her little shoes and hugged me tightly. “Sister,” she called out sweetly.
