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I had nearly been detained for assault, but Jason Mitchell had rushed over, paid a hefty fine, and somehow managed to get me released.
When we finally emerged from the station, it was nearly 4 a.m. Jason looked utterly exhausted and miserable. I knew why-earlier that night, he’d finally had a rare moment with his girlfriend after work, only for my urgent call to drag him away before any intimacy could happen.
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“She’s threatening to break up,” he muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Says she can’t compete with your emergencies.”
Guilt added itself to the cocktail of negative emotions swirling inside me. I had ruined yet another relationship tonight.
Jason sighed deeply as he drove us away from the station. “Ethan, where to now?”
I was drained, both physically and mentally. “Back to the hotel.”
The drive passed in silence. When we arrived, Jason didn’t come up. He simply nodded goodbye, his eyes reflecting his own personal disappointment.
I entered my empty suite and switched on the lights. The vast room felt deathly silent, devoid of warmth or comfort.
I walked to the window and lit a cigarette, inhaling sharply. The smoke scorched my lungs, but I welcomed the pain. It was a distraction from the images that wouldn’t leave my mind.
The room felt wrong. There were no antique porcelain vases that Olivia loved to collect. No fresh flowers arranged just so. No healing herbs stocked in the fridge for my digestive issues. No cute little trinkets or pastel curtains that she favored.
I closed my eyes, but that only made it worse. Behind my eyelids, I saw them together. Olivia and Connor. Bodies entwined. Limbs wrapped around each other. Her soft sighs meant for him instead of me.
“Alpha Grey, return to the hotel?” Raymond had asked earlier. I had thought for a moment and said, “Stop at the Lunar Jewelers entrance ahead.”
Each vivid tormenting image stabbed my heart anew. Before coming to Riverdale, I had considered many things, but never the possibility that Olivia might already be with another man.
(Olivia’s POV)
I woke to golden sunlight streaming through my curtains, the autumn breeze carrying a crisp freshness through my half-open window.
After a simple breakfast of toast and coffee, I stood before my closet, contemplating what to wear for my outing with Connor. I finally selected a black velvet long-sleeved vintage gown that hugged my curves perfectly. I let my honey-brown hair cascade in natural waves over my shoulders.
Applying a bright red lipstick, I studied my reflection. The stark contrast between the crimson lips and black dress highlighted my features-luminous amber eyes, high nose bridge, thick brows, and almond-shaped eyes. The combination lent my appearance a sharp, aggressive brilliance.
Satisfied, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.
Connor was already waiting, leaning casually against his black SUV, phone pressed to his ear. His tall figure commanded attention even in simple dark jeans and a navy sweater.
When he spotted me approaching, his ice-blue eyes lit up momentarily. He quickly ended his call and slipped the phone into his pocket.
“This look really suits you today,” he said, his voice warm with appreciation.
I smiled, pleased by his reaction. “Thank you.”
He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in, breathing in the familiar scent of leather and his subtle cologne.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he settled into the driver’s seat.
His lips curved into a mysterious smile. “You’ll see soon.”
I noticed Frank Langley was absent today. Connor was driving himself, which was unusual for the heir of the Rivers pack.
We left the bustling city center behind, the urban landscape gradually giving way to expansive golden fields that shimmered beneath the cloudless blue sky. I rolled my window down halfway, breathing in the cool wind scented faintly with wild moonflowers.
Closing my eyes, I savored the moment-the gentle rumble of the engine, the whisper of wind through my hair, and Connor’s steady presence beside me.
After about twenty minutes along winding cement paths, the car slowed. I opened my eyes to see a modest rural cabin nestled among trees, smoke curling lazily from its chimney.
Connor parked and turned to me with a gentle smile. “We’re here.”
Curiosity piqued, I stepped out of the car, smoothing my dress. The air here was fresher, carrying the scent of pine and earth.
A middle-aged man with weathered skin and calloused hands emerged from the cabin. His eyes widened in surprise before crinkling with genuine pleasure.
“Young Master Rivers! What a pleasant surprise,” he exclaimed, approaching us with a warm smile. “If I’d known you were coming, I would have prepared something better.”
Connor clasped the man’s hand firmly. “Samuel, good to see you. How’s your mother?”
“She’s well, thank you,” Samuel replied, then turned to me with curious eyes.
“This is Olivia Winters,” Connor introduced me.
Samuel’s face brightened with recognition. “Miss Winters? The daughter of Sarah
Winters?”
I blinked in surprise. How did this stranger know my mother?
Samuel turned toward the cabin and called out, “Ma! Ma-Miss Winters is here!”
I glanced at Connor, confusion evident in my expression. He simply squeezed my hand reassuringly,
The cabin door creaked open, and an elderly, slightly plump woman emerged. Her steps were slow but determined, her eyes cloudy with age but shining with emotion.
“Is that Livvy?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Let me look at you, child.”
She approached, tears welling in her eyes as she studied my face. “I held you when you were just a child. You have your mother’s eyes.”
Hearing my mother mentioned so tenderly by this stranger sent a wave of emotion through me. Suddenly, a distant memory surfaced-a kind-faced woman in our kitchen, laughing with my mother as they prepared meals together.
“Grandma Dorothy?” I whispered, the childhood nickname coming naturally to my lips.
She nodded, tears spilling down her wrinkled cheeks. “Yes, child. It’s been too long.”
“Grandma Dorothy, I came to see you,” I choked out, my own eyes filling with tears.
She took my hands in her gnarled ones, pulling me gently toward the cabin. “Come inside, dear. Samuel, go buy some good ingredients. I want to cook for our guests.”
Samuel nodded and departed quickly. Dorothy led us into the cozy interior, which smelled of herbs and wood smoke.
“Sit, sit,” she urged, gesturing to a worn but clean sofa. “Let me look at you properly.”
As Connor and I settled, Dorothy began reminiscing, her voice warm with nostalgia. “Your mother was such a beautiful woman, inside and out. Did you know she was quite pampered as the Alpha’s daughter? Never had to lift a finger.”
I shook my head, eager to hear more about the woman I’d lost too soon.
“But when she fell in love with your father,” Dorothy continued, “she came to me and begged me to teach her cooking. Said she wanted to win his heart through his stomach.” She chuckled fondly. “A proud Alpha’s daughter, willing to learn cooking just for love.”
This revelation stirred complicated feelings within me. As a child, I’d believed my parents’ love was deep and true. My father had fallen into a severe depression after my mother died from a rare wolfsbane poisoning.
Yet he’d remarried just two years later-to my mother’s best friend, Natalie.
“Grandma Dorothy,” I asked quietly, “do you know Natalie Winters?”
Dorothy’s brow furrowed in thought. “Is she your mother’s good friend? Yes, they were close classmates in Riverdale University. They visited often together.”
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