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Gabriel cleared his throat calmly, arranging his cards. “Sorry, I’m actually seeing someone now.”
Quinn’s jaw dropped comically, momentarily forgetting my earlier jab. “What? Since when? Who is it? Parker family? Thompson clan?”
He rattled off two of Riverdale’s most influential families, naturally assuming Gabriel’s girlfriend must be from our elite circle.
Gabriel exhaled a plume of cigar smoke, his expression neutral. “Just an ordinary girl from a small town.”
Quinn blinked rapidly, disbelief written across his face. “An ordinary girl? You sure your family would approve?”
Gabriel shrugged indifferently, studying his cards. “I’m just enjoying her company, not getting married. Doesn’t matter what they think.”
Quinn snickered, shaking his head as he discarded two cards. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll try to cling on when you want to break it off?”
Gabriel laughed carelessly, revealing a coldness beneath his composed exterior that I hadn’t noticed before. “Give her a couple of luxury items, some cash. If I want her gone, she won’t even get to see me again.”
“True,” Quinn mused, shuffling the remaining deck with practiced ease. “For people in our circle, if you don’t want someone to come close, they simply can’t.”
I glanced at Gabriel, noting the casual cruelty in his words. “Just don’t get too deep yourself and regret it later.”
My voice carried a weight of experience that silenced them both momentarily. I knew better than most the value of a true mate- something I’d nearly lost through my own foolishness with Olivia.
Quinn’s eyes brightened with his insatiable appetite for gossip. “So, what does she look like? Bring her to the next gathering for us to see.”
Gabriel’s expression darkened slightly. “No need. We’re not from the same world.”
Quinn shrugged, accepting the boundary. “Fair enough.”
We continued playing in relative silence. I found myself checking my phone repeatedly, waiting for a message from Olivia. She’d promised to text when her dinner ended.
Instead, my screen lit up with a message from Miles Bennett: “Heard you’ve got problems… with your performance?”
I felt my face instantly harden, lips stiffening as I read the cryptic text. What the hell was this about?
Quinn, with his uncanny ability to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, glanced at my screen and burst into raucous laughter. “Hahahaha! No way! You can’t rise to the occasion? Hahahaha!”
My icy glare silenced him mid-laugh, his expression shifting from amusement to caution in an instant. “What the hell is going on?” he asked, suddenly serious.
I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the hardwood floor. “I’m leaving.”
Quinn’s mischievous grin returned as he nudged Gabriel with a look that clearly said,
Follow him, let’s watch the drama unfold.
Twenty minutes later, we pushed through the crowded entrance of Moonlight Club.
The bass-heavy music pounded through the air as we made our way inside.
I instantly caught the sound of wildly off-key singing coming from the small stage at the far end of the room. The voice was familiar, despite the slurred words and jumbled lyrics.
Quinn entered behind me, immediately covering his ears with an exaggerated grimace. “Good grief, who’s murdering a song like this?”
I said nothing, my lips tightening as we moved closer through the crowd.
There on stage stood Olivia, her honey-brown hair slightly mussed, amber eyes bright with intoxication. She swayed unsteadily, clutching the microphone with both hands as she belted out what might have been a popular song, though it was hard to tell through her enthusiastic but chaotic rendition. elbowed me with a grin. “Go get your girlfriend down. This is pure noise
Most people get paid to sing, but she should be paying people to listen
Killing us all with those high notes!”
“She can sing however she likes,” I replied evenly, my eyes never leaving her.
Quinn’s jaw dropped. “Wow. You’re just going to spoil her to the moon, huh.”
He shook his head in disbelief and took a seat at the bar. Gabriel followed suit, ordering drinks with a subtle nod to the bartender.
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I sat beside them, my gaze fixed on Olivia. Despite myself, I felt my lips curling into a soft, possessive smile as I watched her. She was utterly drunk, that much was obvious, but her charm radiated through the room nonetheless.
The pink flush on her cheeks enhanced her natural beauty, and her slightly disheveled appearance only made her more alluring. Her singing might have been a mess, but in my eyes, she was the most captivating sight in the world.
I waited patiently until she finished her song, the final note trailing off into giggles as the audience offered polite, if somewhat relieved, applause.
Only then did I approach the stage, my tall frame commanding attention from everyone in the room. I reached out, my large hand encircling her slender wrist in a gesture both possessive and protective.
?
The gentle touch startled her. She turned toward me, her amber eyes misty and unfocused.
For a moment, she simply stared at me, as if trying to place my face in her alcohol-clouded mind. Then her expression brightened with recognition.
With a giggle, her eyes sparkling with drunken adoration, she blurted out, “Wow, you’re really handsome! I did some quick fortune-telling, and guess what? You’re my destined mate!”
The word “mate” hit me like a thunderbolt. My heart seized violently, blood rushing chaotically through my veins. I stood frozen, utterly unprepared for the surge of joy her simple, drunken words brought me.
Olivia tilted her flushed face up at me, smiling so sweetly that her dimples deepened.
She looked like a mischievous kitten as she leaned forward suddenly, nestling her head against my chest.
She nuzzled gently against me, her voice soft and almost purring. “Mmm, even your scent is exactly like my mate’s.”
She inhaled deeply, seemingly intoxicated by the cedar cologne I always wore. “It smells so good, my mate…”
What happened next caught me entirely off guard.
She suddenly leaned up in my arms, her movement surprisingly quick for someone so intoxicated. Before I could react, her soft lips pressed against my cheek in a warm, lingering kiss.
Not stopping there, she moved to my chin, leaving another kiss that branded my skin like fire. I could feel the distinct mark of her lip color remaining on my skin, a visible claim that sent my wolf into a frenzy of possessive pleasure. gesture was both innocent and deeply intimate. Something primal roared to life side me, demanding that I claim her fully in return.
With considerable effort, I tamped down that urge, instead gathering her closer in my arms. I strode purposefully toward the exit, my pace perhaps a bit too quick to be casual.
Behind us, Quinn and Andrews let out appreciative whistles and teasing calls that I pointedly ignored. My focus was entirely on the woman in my arms, on getting her safely away from prying eyes and back to the privacy of her home.
Inside my Cullinan SUV, I carefully settled Olivia into the passenger seat, securing her seatbelt despite her playful attempts to reach for me instead.
The spacious interior quickly filled with her sweet scent, now mixed with the heady aroma of wine. It was an intoxicating combination that tested my control with every breath.
As I started the engine and pulled away from the club, Olivia continued her uninhibited affection. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my arm as I drove, sending shivers of awareness through my body.
“Con… Alpha Connor…” she murmured, her voice soft and yearning. “Why don’t you ever kiss me properly? Don’t you want to?”
My grip on the steering wheel tightened until my knuckles turned white. Of course! wanted to. I’d wanted to since the moment I’d first seen her all those years ago.
“Liv, you’re drunk,” I managed to say, my voice rougher than I intended. “We’ll talk about this when you’re sober.”
She made a small sound of disappointment. “Always so proper, my Alpha. So controlled.”
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