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This sparked a sweet conversation about their future. “Do you prefer a boy or a girl?” Connor asked.
Olivia mused, “A pup with you, I’d love either. But if I had to choose, I’d prefer a girl. I’d buy her so many pretty dresses and style her hair, making her a little princess.”
Connor smiled warmly. “I like girls too. A daughter would surely be as beautiful as you.”
Olivia looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “They say daughters look like their fathers. You’re so handsome, our daughter would be beautiful from birth.”
They playfully decided to have one of each, a handsome son who would look like her and a beautiful daughter who would look like him.
As he massaged her legs, she brought up the mating ceremony date, slipping and calling Katherine “your mom.” Connor teased her, “Was the pack acceptance gift from our mom not enough?”
Olivia quickly corrected herself with a laugh, and they confirmed the plan: complete their mating bond the next day and hold the ceremony after the harvest moon, when the autumn weather would be cooler.
Connor agreed to everything, even jokingly offering to arrange a ceremony under the full moon if she wished.
Amidst their own planning, the lawsuit for Rachel Morrison’s husband concluded with a victory. Predictably, the defendant, Marcus Webb, had already fled with the money, making it difficult to enforce the judgment.
While an ordinary person would be at a dead end, Olivia Winters’ connections proved invaluable.
Connor’s people quickly located Marcus, who was living lavishly in a nightclub. After being brought back to Riverdale and spending some time with Connor’s subordinate, Marcus Shaw, a terrified Marcus not only returned the investment but also paid the interest in full.
Before Olivia Winters and Connor Rivers’ mating ceremony, another happy event took place: Emma Thompson and David Thompson got married. The wedding was held in Emma’s hometown, a small county an hour from Riverdale.
Olivia, along with Emma and many colleagues from Moonlaw Legal Services, attended.
She brought a bouquet of Emma’s favorite moonroses and, knowing her fondness for traditional werewolf jewelry, had bought a solid moonstone bracelet as a wedding gift.
Upon seeing her, Olivia gave Emma a big hug. “Emma, congratulations on your wedding!”
She handed the gift and a thick red envelope to Emma. “This is for you. I wish you and David a long and happy life together.”
“Thank you, Olivia.” Emma was a little teary-eyed. “You’re so good to me.”
“Be happy,” Olivia said with a smile.
(Olivia’s POV)
My mating ceremony had been in preparation for two months, with the date set for the end of October. Two days before the ceremony, I received a call from an unknown number.
Recently, while preparing for the mating ceremony, I had been receiving many congratulatory calls every day. Classmates, relatives from the Winters or Silverridge packs, and even relatives from the Rivers pack all wanted to share their joy.
So I had grown accustomed to receiving calls from unknown numbers. I answered the phone and greeted cheerfully, “Hello? Hi.”
I expected another well-wisher, but to my surprise, the person on the other end was Ethan Grey. His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a bitter tone that made my stomach clench.
“Olivia, I heard you’re getting mated.”
Recognizing Ethan Grey’s voice, my face immediately turned cold. The warmth drained from my expression as old wounds threatened to reopen.
“If you’re calling to congratulate me, I’ll thank you,” I retorted icily. “But if you’re looking for trouble, I have no time for it.”
Before I could finish, Ethan interrupted, his voice rising with agitation. “Olivia, listen to me! Connor Rivers isn’t who you think he is!”
He desperately tried to slander Connor, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush. “He’s a manipulative schemer who orchestrated everything! My affairs, even Cassandra Evans’ return to the country – it was all his doing!”
However, I remained unfazed. The accusations rolled off me like water off a duck’s back.
I coldly dismantled his claims, questioning him logically. “Did someone knock you out, strip you naked, and force you onto a bed with those women?”
When he stammered that it wasn’t like that, I pressed on. “Were you drugged? Threatened at gunpoint?”
With each denial, his voice grew smaller, his guilt palpable. The confident Alpha facade crumbled before my relentless logic.
Finally, I let out a cold laugh, my voice filled with fury that had been building for years. “So you accepted those women while you were fully conscious.”
My tone sharpened like a blade. “You’re a grown Alpha who couldn’t control his lower body, and now you’re blaming others?”
“Thank you for telling me this,” I continued, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have seen your true scumbag nature so quickly!”
“Ethan Grey, you are the most disgusting and filthiest person. You never see your own problems and always push the blame onto others.”
My final words cut through the phone like ice. “A person like you is not worthy of love.”
With that, I hung up and blacklisted his number without hesitation. My hands trembled slightly from the adrenaline, but I felt lighter somehow.
Just then, Connor Rivers entered the room, having overheard the entire conversation through the open door. His ice-blue eyes searched my face with concern.
“Liv, do you blame me?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
He was nervous, I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed. Fear flickered across his features as he waited for my response.
But I walked up to him, my expression serious. The weight of everything he had done for me settled in my chest.
“Connor Rivers,” I said softly, looking into his eyes. “Thank you.”
His eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting gratitude instead of anger.
I thanked him for loving me silently, for helping me see the truth about the scumbag, for waiting for me. “Thank you for choosing me so firmly.”
“You’ve worked hard all these years,” I whispered, my emotions raw and honest. “From now on, you are no longer alone.”
“I will always be with you, love you, until the end of my life.”
Overwhelmed with emotion, Connor found himself speechless. His throat worked as he struggled to find words.
I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. His heart melted under my touch, and he held me close.
He returned a gentle and lingering kiss that sealed our future together.
The mating ceremony of the Rivers and Winters packs became the most magnificent event of the year in Riverdale. The sky was a flawless expanse of blue, and Moonlit Lake was as calm as a mirror.
Rebecca Frost and Lily, dressed as bridesmaids in flowing lavender gowns, stood by my side. Their faces glowed with happiness for me.
“I can’t believe Liv is the first of us to be mated,” Lily said, her eyes welling with tears of joy.
“Olivia, you must be happy,” she added, squeezing my hand.
Rebecca also grew emotional, her voice thick with feeling. “This is so wonderful, Olivia is mating for love.”
I held my two best friends’ hands, feeling a mist form in my own eyes. These women had stood by me through everything.
When I emerged in my ceremonial white gown, the silk flowing like moonlight around me, my father Richard Winters couldn’t hold back his tears.”
“My daughter is all grown up, being mated,” he said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Dad can’t bear to let you go.”
I gave him a warm hug, breathing in his familiar scent. “Dad, I will always be your daughter.”
As the mating ceremony was about to begin, I took Richard Winters’ arm and stepped onto the moonstone path. Each step brought me closer to my destiny.
I walked slowly towards Connor Rivers, my heart pounding with anticipation. Today, Connor was dressed in a custom-made black formal suit.
His features were sharp, his silhouette profound, and his handsome face was just as I remembered from our first meeting. He stood at the end of the ceremonial circle, a gentle smile on his lips.
He watched me quietly, his ice-blue eyes never leaving mine. I suddenly felt a pang in my nose and the urge to cry.
Today was my mating ceremony with Connor Rivers. After so many twists and turns, we were finally entering the sacred bond together.
The ceremonial music began, a haunting melody that spoke of eternal love. Richard led me to Connor’s side, placing my hand in his with paternal blessing.
Connor held my hand and led me to the pack elder officiant. The flower girl, Grace Winters, presented the mating bands with a bright smile.
Connor and I exchanged vows and bands in front of our friends and family. The autumn breeze rustled the leaves, like a lover’s whisper.
The Alpha lifted the veil and marked his Luna with a gentle bite to my neck, sealing our eternal bond. For the rest of their lives, we would walk hand in hand as true mates.
—The End
