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Connor’s gaze shifted to the paper bag still sitting in the hallway outside my door. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
“He’s been here already this morning?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
I nodded, closing the door behind him. “He woke me up knocking. I slammed the door in his face.
Connor’s lips twitched with the ghost of a smile. “Good.”
He picked up the bag, examining it briefly before setting it on my kitchen counter. “How did he know where you live, Olivia?”
The question caught me off guard. “I… I don’t know. I never told him my address.”
Connor’s eyes narrowed. “That’s concerning. Someone gave him that information, which means there’s a security breach somewhere.”
He shrugged off his coat, hanging it carefully on the rack by the door. With practiced ease, he removed his shoes and slipped into the guest slippers I kept by the entrance.
The casual familiarity of his actions struck me-how naturally he claimed space in my apartment, how his scent mingled with mine in a way that felt right.
“I’ll look into it,” he promised, moving into my kitchen as if he belonged there. “No one should have access to your personal information without your consent.”
I watched as he opened my refrigerator, examining its contents with a critical eye. “You need groceries,” he observed, closing the door. “We’ll go shopping later.”
The simple domesticity of the moment warmed something deep inside me. This wasn’t the controlling behavior I’d experienced with Ethan-this was partnership, care without suffocation.
“Connor,” I said, leaning against the counter. “About last night… you mentioned something urgent had come up.”
He turned to face me, his expression serious but open. “Yes. It was about Jessica Sullivan.”
The blunt honesty of his response surprised me.
I was grateful for his transparency. Ethan would have deflected, changed the subject, or fed me a carefully crafted lie. But Connor trusted me with the truth, even when it involved sensitive pack business,
(Olivia’s POV)
“Jessica Sullivan?” I asked, my amber eyes widening with concern. “Isn’t she locked up in the detention facility?”
Connor changed into the slippers I kept for him, his ice-blue eyes darkening as he moved closer.
“I’m sorry, Livvy. I didn’t tell you before because I was afraid you’d worry,” he said, his voice low and serious. “A month ago, Jessica Sullivan lied about being pregnant with an Alpha’s child and was kidnapped on the way to Harbor City Memorial Hospital for a checkup.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Kidnapped? But I thought she was in your custody after she attacked me.”
Connor nodded, his expression grim. “She was. We had her under surveillance at a secure medical facility. She claimed to be pregnant and requested medical attention.”
I sank onto my couch, trying to process this information. “And someone took her during the transfer?”
“Yes,” Connor confirmed, sitting beside me. His large frame made the couch seem smaller, his natural warmth radiating against my side. “My security team tracked her to a criminal compound in another territory.”
“Did she really think claiming pregnancy would help her situation?” I asked, bewildered by Jessica’s desperate tactics.
Connor’s jaw tightened. “She confessed it was a lie once we found her. She was trying to manipulate the situation, possibly to escape.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling cold despite the apartment’s comfortable temperature. “What about the kidnappers? Who were they?”
Connor’s expression turned even more serious, his wolf stirring protectively beneath his skin. I could sense it -the subtle shift in his scent, the slight tensing of his muscles.
“That’s what concerns me most,” he admitted. “They weren’t random criminals. They were organized, well-funded, and specifically targeted her.”
“You think they were after you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Connor nodded slowly. “I believe so. Jessica was just a pawn in their game.”
“And now she’s dead,” I said, the reality of the situation hitting me fully. “She was murdered before you could learn who was behind it all.”
I gasped as the implications sank in, my face paling with shock and horror. Connor moved closer, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. His natural Alpha scent released calming pheromones, enveloping me in a protective cocoon.
“I’m sorry to burden you with this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “But you deserve to know the truth. Especially with Ethan trying to manipulate you.”
I leaned into his embrace, drawing strength from his solid presence. “Thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.”
Connor’s fingers traced gentle patterns on my arm. “You’re the only peace I have in all this chaos, Liv The only person I can truly be myself with.”
His admission warmed something deep inside me. My wolf responded to his, a gentle acknowledgment of the bond growing between us.
“I’m worried about your safety,” he continued, his voice taking on an edge of steel. “I’ve increased security around you. Marcus Shaw and Frank Langley will be nearby at all times.”
I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “You think I might be in danger too?”
“I won’t take any chances,” he said firmly. “Not with you.”
My wolf instincts sensed the gravity of the situation, the underlying current of danger that Connor was trying to shield me from.
“Do you know who’s behind all this?” I asked, worry coloring my voice.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes met mine steadily. “We’re investigating several possibilities. The truth will surface eventually. It always does.”
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. There was something else I needed to tell him.
“Connor, there’s more,” I said, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my blouse. “About Ethan’s visit last night.” Connor’s attention sharpened, his body tensing slightly beside me. “What did he say to you?”
I swallowed hard, hating to even repeat the accusations. “He claimed you were with Jessica Sullivan last night. That you orchestrated the k********g yourself.”
Connor’s expression darkened, a flash of anger crossing his features before he controlled it.
“He tried to make me believe Jessica might be carrying your pup,” I continued, my voice trembling slightly. “For a moment, I was scared. But I know you, Connor. I trust you.”
His hand found mine, our fingers intertwining naturally. The simple contact grounded me, reassuring in its warmth.
“Thank you for your trust,” he said softly. “It means more than you know.”
I squeezed his hand, my amber eyes meeting his. “I feel terrible about Jessica’s death,” I admitted. “Despite everything, she didn’t deserve that.”
My voice softened with genuine compassion. “I wonder if she was coerced into attacking me. She looked so terrified that night on the rooftop when Grace was kidnapped.”
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Connor nodded solemnly. “She was. We confirmed that during her initial questioning. She was forced to participate against her will.”
The knowledge sent a chill down my spine. Someone was manipulating people, using their weaknesses against them, all to get at Connor-and possibly me.
“Be careful, Con,” I urged, my fingers tightening around his. “Whoever is doing this is ruthless.”
My wolf recognized the danger, bristling at the thought of threats against my future mate. The protective instinct surprised me with its intensity.
“I always am,” he assured me, bringing our joined hands to his lips. “And now I have even more reason to be.”
(Connor’s POV)
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