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Chapter 71: A Tangled Web
(Connor’s POV)
The night had stretched long, filled with reports and security briefings that demanded my full attention. As I finally left Rivers Pack Headquarters, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders. The first
thing I wanted was to hear Olivia’s voice.
I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, leaning against my car as I waited for her to answer.
“Hello?” Her voice was soft, heavy with sleep.
“Did I wake you?” I asked, unable to keep the smile from my voice despite the exhaustion pulling at me.
“Mmm, I was waiting for your call,” she murmured, her words slightly slurred. “Just dozed off p>
I slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. “I’m sorry it’s so late. The situation with Jessica was…
complicated p>
“Is everything okay?” Concern sharpened her tone slightly.
“Nothing for you to worry about tonight,” I assured her, pulling onto the empty street. “I could come over if you want company p>
Her soft laugh warmed me from the inside. “You sound as tired as I feel. Get some rest, Con. I’ll see you
tomorrow p>
“Tomorrow,” I agreed, reluctant to end the call. “Sleep well, Liv p>
She hummed in response, her breathing already evening out. I kept the line open as I drove toward my private estate, finding comfort in the gentle rhythm of her breaths. My wolf, restless and agitated from the day’s events, gradually calmed at the sound.
Even from a distance, her presence soothed something primal within me. The knowledge that she was safe, warm in her bed, eased the tension that had built throughout the day.
I pulled into my driveway, still listening to her soft breathing through the phone. Only when I parked did I finally end the call, whispering a quiet goodnight she wouldn’t hear.
Raymond Brooks, my driver, was waiting as I approached the entrance. His usually stoic expression was
troubled.
“Alpha Rivers,” he greeted me with a slight bow. “Mr. Reeves has been calling repeatedly. He says it’s urgent.” My momentary peace evaporated instantly. “Put him through to my office line p>
I strode through the mansion, shrugging off my coat as I went. By the time I reached my office, the phone was already ringing.
“Dominic,” I answered, dropping into my chair. “What’s happened p>
“Two incidents, Alpha,” Dominic’s voice was tense. “Walter Jenkins committed suicide an hour ago by jumping from the roof of Harbor City Memorial Hospital p>
I frowned, the name immediately registering. “Jessica Sullivan’s father p>
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“Yes, sir. And there’s more. Martha Steele was found dead in her home from apparent wolfsbane poisoning
My grip tightened on the phone. “Gregory Steele’s mother p>
“Exactly. Both deaths occurred within hours of each other, both connected to our witnesses p>
My wolf surged forward, a growl rumbling in my chest. This wasn’t coincidence–this was cleanup. Someone was systematically eliminating everyone connected to Jessica Sullivan and Gregory Steele.
“I want full investigations on both deaths,” I ordered. “Security footage, toxicology reports, everything. And I want to know who visited them in the 48 hours before their deaths p>
“Already underway, Alpha p>
I pinched the bridge of my nose, my mind racing. “This has Frederick Warner’s fingerprints all over it. He’s tying up loose ends p>
“That’s my assessment as well,” Dominic agreed. “Should we increase security on other potential targets?” “Yes. Double the detail on Olivia immediately,” I said, my wolf bristling at the thought of her in danger. “And I want a full report on your findings within five days p>
“Understood, Alpha p>
After ending the call, I sat in silence, staring at the wall. Frederick Warner was moving his pieces across the board with deadly precision. The question was: what was his ultimate goal?
Whatever it was, I would be ready.
(Olivia’s POV)
The persistent knocking dragged me from a deep sleep. I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow as I tried to ignore it. But the knocking continued, growing more insistent with each passing second.
“Go away,” I mumbled into my pillow, pulling the covers over my head.
The knocking paused briefly, then resumed with renewed vigor. With a frustrated growl, I threw back the covers and stomped to the door, not bothering to check my appearance.
I yanked the door open, ready to unleash my irritation on whoever had disturbed my sleep.
Ethan Grey stood in the hallway, immaculately dressed in a tailored suit, holding a paper bag that smelled of fresh pastries and coffee.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I brought breakfast p>
My inner wolf bristled with annoyance. After last night’s confrontation, he had the audacity to show up at my door as if nothing had happened?
“ Are you serious right now?” I snapped, my amber eyes flashing with anger.
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