Chapter 107 The Alpha’s
Chapter 107: The Alpha’s Desperate Gambit
Chapter 107: The Alpha’s Desperate Gambit
(Connor’s POV)
Tea spilled from my shattered cup, soaking into the wolfsbane–stained Persian rug and leaving another water mark. The ceramic fragments scattered across the floor like my broken composure.
Ethan Quinn stared at the broken pieces, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Alpha Connor, don’t worry too much. Livvy isn’t that casual about potential mates.”
His words offered little comfort. My wolf Adam clawed at my chest, desperate to claim what was ours.
I sat dazed in my office chair, my ice–blue eyes unfocused as the weight of his revelation crushed down on me. “She really agreed to the introductions?”
My voice came out hoarse, barely recognizable even to myself. The thought of other males pursuing Olivia made my Alpha instincts rage.
Ethan paused, choosing his words carefully. “You know what happened on New Year’s Eve–she saw you with that little cousin of yours, and Layla even mentioned getting separate rooms.”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “If I were her, I wouldn’t be able to handle it either.”
“I think Livvy agreed on purpose to provoke you, or she was just talking nonsense when she was drunk with moonberry wine, so it doesn’t count.”
My voice tightened with desperate hope. “I didn’t… I didn’t say anything about separate rooms.”
The memory of that night burned in my mind. Every cruel word I’d spoken to protect her felt like poison in my mouth.
Ethan sighed heavily. “Your fake girlfriend Layla Lawrence said it, which pretty much meant the same thing to
Olivia.”
His observation hit like a physical blow. Of course Olivia would interpret Layla’s words as my intentions.
After a moment of tense silence, I composed myself and turned to Ethan with renewed determination. My
Alpha authority bled through my desperation.
“Help me with something.”
Ethan straightened, recognizing the command in my tone. “What do you need?”
“I need you to approach Olivia. Find out about these potential suitors Lily mentioned.”
My jaw clenched as I forced out the words. “And give her something from me, but don’t reveal it’s from me.”
Ethan’s eyebrows shot up. “Connor, are you sure that’s wise? She’s trying to move on.”
“I don’t care.” My voice turned cold and possessive. “I need to know who these males are.”
(Olivia’s POV)
As I exited Moonlaw Legal Services after work, I spotted a glacier white McLaren P1 hypercar parked not far away. The expensive vehicle gleamed under the afternoon sun, drawing curious stares from passersby.
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Ethan Quinn leaned against the hypercar, scrolling through his phone and seemingly waiting for som
His casual posture contrasted sharply with the luxury surrounding him.
When he recognized me, he approached with a warm greeting. “Olivia! Perfect timing.”
His smile seemed genuine, but something in his eyes made me cautious. “What are you doing here, Ethant
“I wanted to apologize profusely for what happened on New Year’s Eve.” His voice carried sincere regret. The whole situation with Connor and Layla was incredibly awkward.”
I tensed at the mention of Connor’s name. “It’s fine. These things happen.”
“No, it’s not fine.” Ethan shook his head emphatically. “I should have warned you they were coming. Let me take you to dinner as an apology.”
I politely refused, my amber eyes guarded. “Thank you, but I already have evening plans.”
Ethan’s curiosity sparked immediately. “Oh? What kind of plans?”
His sudden interest made me uncomfortable. “Just meeting some friends.”
“Male and female friends?” he pressed, his tone becoming more intense.
I hesitated, then fabricated an excuse. “Yes, both. We’re having dinner together.”
Ethan’s mind seemed to race. “These male friends–what are their names? What do they do for work?”
His questions grew increasingly invasive. “How old are they? What do they look like? Do you have photos?”
Growing annoyed by his excessive questioning, I confronted him with sharp suspicion. “Did Connor send you to spy on me?”
My lawyer instincts told me he was hiding something. His body language screamed deception.
Ethan quickly denied any connection. “No! Connor has nothing to do with this. I’m here on my own.”
“I don’t believe you.” My voice turned cold. “This interrogation feels very deliberate.”
Ethan then produced a McLaren P1 key, holding it out like a peace offering. “Look, I brought you something to make up for New Year’s Eve.”
I stared at the key in disbelief. “A hypercar? For a minor social incident?”
The glacier white McLaren P1 was worth over $1.2 million. Such extravagance seemed completely
unnecessary.
“It’s just a small token of apology,” Ethan insisted. “Lily’s been nagging me constantly about making amends.”
He gestured toward the passenger seat. “There are also several limited edition Hermès Luna Collection handbags waiting inside.”
My amber eyes narrowed with suspicion. “This is excessive, even for you.”
“Please, just accept it as a personal favor to me.” His tone became increasingly desperate. “I feel terrible about what happened.”
I could see through his elaborate charade. “Was this car actually purchased by Connor Rivers?”
My voice carried a note of finality. “I don’t want anything from him. I want a clean break from the Rivers pack.” Ethan’s face flushed with guilt, confirming my suspicions. “I… no, it’s really from me.”
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“Call Lily,” I demanded. “Put her on speaker. Let her confirm this story.
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Ethan reluctantly dialed his sister’s number. The phone rang twice before Lily’s cheerful voice filled the air. “Ethan! Did you find Olivia yet?”
“I’m here with her now,” Ethan replied carefully. “Can you tell her about the gift?”
“Oh yes!” Lily’s enthusiasm bubbled through the speaker. “The hypercar is definitely from Ethan to apologize for New Year’s Eve.”
Her voice carried apparent sincerity. “Olivia, you should absolutely accept it without guilt. He feels terrible about the whole mess.”
Despite Lily’s confirmation, doubt still lingered in my mind. The gift seemed too elaborate for the situation.
Reluctantly, I accepted the McLaren P1 key and thanked Ethan with reserved politeness. “Thank you. This is
very generous.”
My amber eyes still held traces of suspicion, but I couldn’t prove my theory about Connor’s involvement.
Ethan secretly felt guilty for deceiving me, but he hoped I’d eventually understand his motivations. More importantly, he hoped I’d understand Connor’s desperate attempt to maintain some connection.
Before departing, I opened the hypercar’s passenger door and discovered several Hermès Luna Collection handbags artfully arranged on the seat. The luxury items were worth tens of thousands of dollars.
I took a photo and immediately sent it to Lily and Rebecca Frost. Their responses came quickly, confirming they’d purchased the handbags specifically to cheer me up.
My expression softened with genuine gratitude. “Thank you both. This means so much during this difficult
time.”
Their thoughtful gesture touched my heart more than any expensive car could.
Seeing his mission accomplished, Ethan made a strategic excuse to leave. “I need to buy moonlight tea for Lily. My driver will arrive shortly to pick me up.”
When I offered him a ride in the new hypercar, he politely declined. “Thanks, but I’ll wait for my driver.”
With no lingering suspicions, I waved goodbye to Ethan. “I’ll be going now, bye–bye.”
I settled into the driver’s seat of the glacier white McLaren P1, adjusting the mirrors and familiarizing myself with the controls.
Ethan wished me farewell, watching as I drove away in the hypercar. The powerful engine purred beneath me as I navigated through Harbor City’s evening traffic.
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