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The image of her stunned face in the side mirror gave me a moment’s satisfaction. It wasn’t enough to ease the constant ache in my chest, but it was something.
Parker Davis shifted uncomfortably beside me. He’d witnessed the entire cold exchange.
“Sir, that was rather…” he began cautiously.
“You can get out at the next corner,” I cut him off.
Parker fell silent, knowing better than to argue. When Raymond stopped at the next light, Parker gathered his things and stepped out with an awkward nod.
“Miss Evans, Alpha Grey must have his own plans,” I heard him say to Cassandra as he approached her on the sidewalk. “Well, I’ll get off work now, bye.”
My phone began vibrating incessantly. Cassandra’s name flashed on the screen again and again. I silenced it without answering, rubbing my throbbing temples.
The pain from Connor’s beating had mostly subsided, but a different kind of agony had taken its place. One that no amount of moonlight herb or healing could touch.
After several minutes of silent torment, I spoke again. “Go to Riverdale Terrace
Apartments, across from Riverdale University.”
Raymond’s eyes flickered with recognition in the mirror. “Yes, sir.”
That was where Olivia lived. I needed to see her, to make her understand. To make her mine again.
The drive seemed endless. When we finally arrived, I scanned the entrance anxiously.
My heart nearly stopped when I spotted them.
Olivia was walking toward the compound gates, her honey-brown hair catching the evening light. And right behind her, following like a possessive shadow, was Connor
Rivers.
Jealousy surged through me like wildfire. My wolf, Noah, snarled inside me, demanding action.
I leapt from the car before it fully stopped, ignoring Raymond’s startled protest. I rushed toward the entrance, determined to intercept them before they disappeared inside.
But a uniformed security guard stepped into my path, blocking the gate. “Sir, please scan your ID.”
“I just moved in,” I lied impatiently, trying to see past him to where Olivia and Connor had gone. “Haven’t registered yet. Let me in and I’ll do it tomorrow.”
The guard remained unmoved. “Then please show your ID and tell me your building and apartment number so I can verify.”
My patience snapped. I could feel my control slipping, my wolf pushing against my skin, demanding release.
“Move,” I growled, taking a threatening step forward.
The guard stood his ground, reaching for his radio. “Sir, I can’t let you in without proper identification.”
I tried to push past him, but he firmly grabbed my arm. “If you keep this up, I’ll call security!”
Something broke inside me. All I could see was Olivia and Connor together in her apartment. Their bodies tangled together. His hands on her skin. His lips on hers.
My vision blurred with rage. Three years I had dated her. Three years, and I had never truly committed. Now another man was claiming what I had foolishly taken for granted.
“Let me in!” I roared, my eyes reddening with fury.
When the guard didn’t move, I snapped. My fist connected with his face before I could stop myself. He staggered back, blood trickling from his nose.
Alarms blared. More security personnel appeared, surrounding me. I fought like a man possessed, but there were too many. Despite my Alpha strength, they overwhelmed me, pinning me to the ground.
The last thing I saw before they dragged me away was the lights of Olivia’s building, knowing she was inside with him.
(Olivia’s POV)
I leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching Connor move confidently around my small kitchen. He wore an apron over his expensive clothes, looking completely at ease as he chopped vegetables.
“Never thought the heir of the Rivers family could cook,” I teased, unable to hide my smile.
Connor glanced over his shoulder, his ice-blue eyes warm with amusement. He rinsed the vegetables unhurriedly.
“Remember that healing broth I brought you last time? The one you asked where I bought it?” he asked. “I made it myself.”
My eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. “You cooked that? Why did it taste exactly like my mother’s cooking from years ago?”
Connor’s expression softened. “I secretly learned it from Sarah back when I used to come over for family gatherings.”
I shook my head, skeptical. “Impossible. You only came to our house a handful of times before my mother passed away. How could you have learned everything?”
Instead of arguing, Connor simply continued his work, slicing celery with practiced precision and marinating beef. After a moment, he changed the subject.
“Remember I promised to take you somewhere? That day you were hurt so we didn’t go,” he said. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you.”
I blinked, momentarily distracted. “And this has something to do with your cooking skills?”
“Yes, it does,” he answered with a mysterious smile.
“Alright,” I agreed, my curiosity piqued.
Soon, the kitchen filled with delicious aromas. Connor served two dishes and a soup: celery stir-fried with beef, herb-scrambled eggs, and winter melon soup.
I rarely ate much in the evenings, but tonight was different. The familiar flavors reminded me so much of my mother’s cooking that I found myself finishing an entire bowl of rice. Together, we cleared every plate.
When I stood to wash the dishes, Connor gently caught my wrist. “Sit down. I’ll handle it.”
I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Wow, Connor, you’re so virtuous and gentle. Should I marry you and bring you home?”
He chuckled, reaching out to flick my forehead lightly. “No, I’ll marry you.”
The simple statement sent an unexpected warmth through me. My wolf, Cora, stirred contentedly inside me.
After tidying the kitchen, Connor prepared to leave. I noticed with a strange disappointment that he made no attempt to stay the night. I leaned against the doorframe, watching him gather his things.
A thought suddenly struck me: why didn’t he want to stay? Did he not find me attractive? I glanced down at my own figure reflexively. I was curvy and alluring enough, surely?
Connor caught my distracted look and smiled knowingly. “What are you thinking about, looking so deep in thought?”
I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Nothing. Drive safe.”
“See you tomorrow,” he said softly.
He even took out the trash on his way out. I watched his calm, broad-shouldered figure fade away down the hallway.
A secret smile played on my lips. He’s so upright, it’s almost wicked-doesn’t even have a single inappropriate thought.
(Ethan’s POV)
The harsh fluorescent lights of the police station made my head pound. I sat on a hard bench, hands cuffed, surrounded by the stench of cheap coffee and desperation.
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