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“Who ordered the hit on Olivia Winters?” I asked, my voice devoid of emotion.
Jessica’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Vanessa Reed. She orchestrated everything.”
Despite already suspecting this, hearing the confirmation made my blood boil. My foster sister had tried to kill my mate.
“And Frederick Warner is backing her,” Jessica added, her voice hollow. “He’s the one who arranged my… punishment.”
I nodded once, absorbing this information without revealing my thoughts.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Sullivan.”
Without another word, I turned and walked toward the exit, my footsteps echoing on the concrete floor.
“Wait!” she called out desperately. “What’s going to happen to me now?”
I paused at the door, not bothering to look back. “That depends on how useful the rest of your information proves to be.”
I left the Shadow Den basement without another word, closing the heavy metal door behind me. Marcus Shaw stood waiting in the hallway, his expression as impassive as ever.
“Extract everything she knows,” I ordered, my voice cold. “Names, locations, plans.
Everything.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Marcus nodded, his eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts.
I felt no sympathy for Jessica Sullivan. The silver dagger she had intended for Olivia could have been fatal. My wolf snarled at the memory, protective instincts flaring.
No one who threatened my mate deserved mercy.
I checked my Timber Wolf Chronograph watch-the one Olivia had given me. It was nearly noon. She would be hungry when she woke up.
“I’ll be back later,” I told Marcus. “Call me if she reveals anything significant.”
Without waiting for his response, I headed for the exit. My thoughts were already shifting to Olivia, my mood lightening at the prospect of seeing her again.
(Olivia’s POV)
I woke to the most delicious aroma permeating my apartment. For a moment, I lay still, confused by the sounds of movement coming from my kitchen.
Then memories of the previous night and morning flooded back, bringing a rush of heat to my cheeks. Connor and I had…
I buried my face in my pillow, equal parts embarrassed and elated. I’d never been so uninhibited, so completely myself with anyone before.
The scent of cooking food eventually lured me out of bed. I pulled on a robe and padded barefoot toward the kitchen, following the mouthwatering smell.
The sight that greeted me made me stop in my tracks.
Connor Rivers-powerful Alpha werewolf, feared businessman, and my childhood friend-stood at my stove wearing an apron. His broad shoulders moved with practiced ease as he stirred something in a pan.
“Are you just going to stand there watching me, or are you going to say good morning?” he asked without turning around, his enhanced senses having detected my presence.
I leaned against the doorframe, unable to suppress my smile. “I’m enjoying the view.”
He turned then, his ice-blue eyes warming as they took in my disheveled appearance. His gaze lingered on my bare legs before returning to my face.
“Hungry?” he asked, his voice deeper than usual.
“Starving,” I admitted, moving closer to inspect what he was cooking.
My eyes widened as I realized he had prepared all my favorite dishes: blanched vegetables with herb seasoning, pepper-crusted ribs, spicy garlic shrimp, and winter melon bone broth soup.
“How did you know these are my favorites?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
Connor’s lips curved into a small smile. “I pay attention, Liv.”
Something about the simple statement made my heart flutter. How many people in my life had truly paid attention to what I liked and disliked?
“I didn’t know the big bad Alpha could cook,” I teased, my amber eyes sparkling with affection.
Connor flipped the shrimp with expert precision. “There are many things you don’t know about me yet. I only show this side to you.”
The implication behind his words-that I was special, that what we shared was unique-made me blush again.
“Well, I’m impressed,” I said, reaching for a piece of pepper-crusted rib. “These look amazing.”
Connor gently swatted my hand away. “Patience, little wolf. Everything will be ready in five minutes.”
I pouted playfully but obeyed, setting the table instead. The domesticity of the moment wasn’t lost on me-how natural it felt to move around each other in the small kitchen, preparing to share a meal.
When we finally sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but moan at the first bite. “This is incredible. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“Dorothy Jenkins,” Connor replied, his eyes watching my reaction carefully. “I used to visit her after she moved back to her hometown. She taught me your mother’s favorite recipes.”
The mention of Dorothy-my mother’s former cook-and the connection to my mother made my throat tighten with emotion.
“You visited Grandma Dorothy?” I asked softly, remembering the kind woman who had been like a grandmother to me.
Connor nodded, his expression gentle. “She missed you. Said you stopped visiting after…”
“After my mother died,” I finished quietly.
We ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, the food bringing back bittersweet memories of my childhood.
“These taste exactly like hers,” I finally said, my voice thick with emotion. “Thank you,
Connor. This means more than you know.”
His hand reached across the table to cover mine. “I know how much you miss her, Liv.
I thought this might bring back some good memories.”
The thoughtfulness of his gesture touched me deeply. This wasn’t just a meal-it was a connection to my past, to the happy times before grief had changed everything.
“So,” I said, deliberately lightening the mood, “does this mean I get breakfast in bed every morning now?”
Connor’s eyes darkened with heat. “That depends on how exhausted I leave you the night before.”
I choked on my soup, coughing as my face flamed red.
(Vanessa’s POV)
“What do you mean they took her alive?” I hissed, my violet eyes flashing with fury.
Trevor Blake stood impassively before me, his muscular frame blocking the sunlight streaming through the villa windows.
“Connor Rivers’ men intercepted our transport team in France,” he reported mechanically. “They retrieved Jessica Sullivan and eliminated our operatives.”
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