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“I don’t like that answer. Say it again,” he commanded softly, a playful glint in his eyes.
I tried to turn away, but Connor firmly turned my face back toward him. His persistence was both frustrating and endearing.
“I was worried and I was jealous, are you satisfied now?” I finally admitted, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.
Connor smiled, clearly pleased with my confession. The satisfaction in his expression was almost infuriating, but I couldn’t stay annoyed when he looked at me like that.
He leaned in for another kiss, this one more forceful and demanding than the last. His tongue parted my lips, and our mouths met in a passionate embrace that made my knees weak. I felt breathless, my body responding to his touch with a desire that frightened me with its intensity.
My hands found their way to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. Every point where our bodies connected seemed to burn with an electric current that threatened to consume us both.
As we were lost in the passionate kiss, the doorbell suddenly rang, the sharp sound cutting through the haze of desire. We paused, both breathing heavily.
I reluctantly pulled away, trying to regain my composure. “I’ll get the door,” I said, smoothing my hair with trembling fingers.
The lust in Connor’s dark eyes was obvious as he watched me step back. His gaze followed my every movement, making me acutely aware of my body.
I walked to the door, checking the electronic screen. My stepmother Natalie Winters’ face appeared, her expression pleasant but concerned.
“Livvy, are you home?” her voice came through the intercom.
I whirled around to look at Connor, frantically signaling him to hide, but he just looked back at me with an amused expression. He made no move to conceal himself.
“Natalie, just a moment,” I spoke into the intercom, my voice higher than normal.
I turned back to Connor, pushing him toward the bedroom with both hands against his chest. “My stepmother is here, you have to hide in the bedroom.”
Connor let me push him, a playful look on his face as he backed up slowly. He seemed to be enjoying my panic far too much.
“Just bear with it, don’t make a sound,” I whispered urgently, half in and half out of the bedroom doorway.
Connor stared at me without a word, his eyes dancing with mischief. I closed the door firmly, taking a deep breath to compose myself before opening the front door for Natalie.
She stood outside with a Moonlight Thermal Container in her hands, a kind smile on her face. Her honey-blonde hair was perfectly styled, and she wore a casual but elegant outfit that suited her status as Luna of the Winters pack.
“Livvy, I called you but you didn’t answer. Have you eaten? I made you your favorite Natalie’s Healing Bone Broth, and some Natalie’s Herb-Crusted Venison,” she said, her voice warm with maternal concern.
I let her in, watching as she placed the thermal container on the table and began setting out the food. The rich aroma of herbs and venison filled the apartment.
“Even if you’re busy, you have to remember to eat,” she admonished gently.
“Thank you, Natalie,” I responded, genuinely touched by her thoughtfulness despite my anxiety about Connor hiding in the bedroom.
As I began to eat, trying to act normal, Natalie suddenly tilted her head and looked at me with concern. “Why is your face so red?”
I coughed, nearly choking on a piece of venison. Natalie immediately patted my back..
“Take it easy,” she said gently. She placed her cool hand on my forehead, her brow furrowing with worry. “A little hot, do you have a fever? Should I take you to the hospital?”
I stammered, “I don’t have a fever.” My heart was racing, and I prayed Connor wouldn’t make any noise that might give away his presence.
“Then why is your face so red and hot? Are you not feeling well?” Natalie persisted, her maternal instincts clearly on high alert.
I touched my cheeks, realizing that they were indeed burning hot. The lingering effects of Connor’s passionate kisses were all too visible.
“I’m really fine,” I insisted, trying to sound convincing.
Natalie was still worried, her eyes scanning my face. “Do you have a thermometer? You live here alone, who will take care of you if something happens? I’ll find a caretaker to come over.”
“No need, Natalie, Evelyn lives with me,” I quickly replied, desperate to dissuade her from spending more time here.
Natalie shook her head, not convinced. “Evelyn is good at protection, so I’m not worried, but she’s not good at daily life, so I still need a proper caretaker.”
I argued, “I have Dorothy Jenkins who comes to make meals, she’s out buying groceries right now, she’ll be back soon.” I silently prayed that Dorothy would indeed return soon to help diffuse this situation.
Just then, as if summoned by my thoughts, the door opened and Dorothy Jenkins walked in with bags of groceries. She stopped short, surprised to see Natalie standing in the kitchen.
“This is my stepmother,” I quickly introduced, relief washing over me.
Dorothy greeted her with a respectful nod. “Hello, ma’am.”
Natalie nodded politely in return, her attention momentarily diverted from my flushed appearance.
(Connor’s POV)
I took my time exploring Olivia’s bedroom, noting every detail that spoke of her gentle nature. The low-saturation light blue linens reflected her soft personality perfectly. The room was simply decorated yet warm, creating an atmosphere that was uniquely hers.
My eyes swept over the walk-in closet, taking in the organized arrangement of her clothes. I breathed deeply, inhaling the subtle floral scent that lingered in the air. It was her natural werewolf essence mixed with her favorite perfume, a combination that made my wolf stir with contentment.
The scent was intoxicating, reminding me of moonlit nights and the promise of our bond. Every breath filled my lungs with her presence, making the separation we’d endured feel even more unbearable.
As I continued exploring, my gaze landed on a white-clothed table adorned with fresh moonlight jasmine flowers. The delicate blooms seemed to glow in the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
But it was the Light Blue Ceramic Wolf Figurine that truly captured my attention. The DIY creation from Olivia’s childhood with her mother Sarah Winters sat perfectly restored on the table. I remembered finding it broken, the pieces scattered like fragments of her heart.
Ruby Montgomery had done exceptional work. The restoration expert I’d hired had mended it so skillfully that no trace of damage remained. I carefully picked up the ceramic piece, examining the delicate craftsmanship that spoke of a mother’s love and a daughter’s joy.
The figurine felt warm in my hands, as if it still held the memory of their shared laughter. I gently placed it back, knowing how precious this piece was to Olivia.
My attention shifted to a wooden cabinet showcasing framed photographs of Olivia and her mother Sarah. Each image told a story of love and happiness that made my chest tighten with emotion.
One photo captured a young Olivia, around five or six, wearing a pink dress with a butterfly hairpin. She was smiling brightly on her mother’s lap, both of them radiating pure joy. The innocence in her amber eyes made my wolf ache with protective instincts.
Another photograph showed her eighth birthday. She wore a diamond tiara, making a wish over a birthday cake while Sarah smiled warmly beside her. The love between mother and daughter was palpable, even in the still image.
A third picture from her tenth year showed her at a piano competition. She was beaming with pride, holding a trophy while her parents Richard and Sarah stood on either side. The family looked complete, untouched by the tragedy that would later tear them apart.
I traced the images with my finger, regret filling my heart. I hadn’t been there for those precious moments in Olivia’s life. I’d missed her childhood, her teenage years, all the milestones that shaped her into the woman I loved.
But I silently promised to fill her future with my presence and protection. As her mate, I would ensure she never felt alone again.
(Olivia’s POV)
An hour later, after Natalie’s departure and Dorothy’s separate meal preparation for Emma, I finally felt relieved. The tension in my shoulders eased as I realized the coast was clear.
I opened the bedroom door, announcing, “You can come out now.” But the bedroom appeared empty. Confusion washed over me as I scanned the space.
Puzzled, I ventured further into the room, finding no sign of Connor. Had he left through the window? That seemed unlikely given we were on the second floor.
“Connor, are you in there?” I called out, pushing open the closet door. Still, no one was inside.
Just as I was about to ask where he had gone, a warm touch on my wrist made me gasp. A sudden pull brought me into a familiar embrace from behind.
My back pressed against Connor’s broad chest. I could feel his body heat through his thin shirt and the subtle vibration of his wolf’s contentment. The sensation sent shivers through my werewolf senses.
“Here,” he murmured, his breath tickling my neck. The warmth of his words against my skin made my knees weak.
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