Chapter 119: Grandmother’s Matchmaking Plans
Chapter 119: Grandmother’s Matchmaking Plans
(Third person’s POV)
In the Rivers family mansion, Eleanor Rivers sat on the living room sofa, looking through a stack of photos spread before her. Her amber eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she examined each potential mate for her grandson.
“Look at this one,” she muttered to herself, holding up a photograph. “The Shadow pack Alpha’s daughter has such refined temperament.”
She picked up another photo, studying it carefully. “And this delicate young she wolf from the Moonlight pack – Alpha’s second daughter, fresh graduate from Northern Territory University.”
Eleanor arranged the photos in neat rows on the coffee table. Each picture showed a beautiful young
werewolf from prominent families across the territory.
“Such lovely girls, all from excellent bloodlines,” she continued her assessment. “Any one of them would make a perfect Luna for our pack.”
The elderly matriarch’s voice carried the authority of someone accustomed to arranging advantageous matches. Her fingers traced over each photograph with practiced evaluation.
Connor Rivers stood near the window, his ice–blue eyes distant and unfocused. He had just exchanged that brief glance with Olivia in the garden next door.
Her face had looked terrible, her lips bloodless. Was she still sick from her recent flu?
The concern gnawed at him, making it impossible to concentrate on his grandmother’s matchmaking schemes. His wolf paced restlessly, wanting to check on Olivia’s condition.
Eleanor looked up at Connor with a hopeful smile. “Connor, dear, come look at these lovely she–wolves. Which one do you prefer?”
Connor remained silent, his attention still fixed on the window. His mind replayed the moment their eyes had met across the garden.
Olivia had looked so pale, so fragile. The urge to go to her was almost overwhelming.
Eleanor’s voice rose sharply, her smile fading. “Connor! I’m talking to you. What are you spacing out about?” She gestured impatiently at the photographs. “I’ve spent considerable time selecting these candidates from the finest families.”
“During the New Year holiday, you and your mother Katherine should visit the Moonlight pack,” Eleanor continued. “Get to know Victoria properly. She’s a recent university graduate with excellent prospects.”
Connor’s eyes clouded with worry as he finally turned from the window. “I’m busy with pack bus.. Grandmother.”
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Eleanor frowned, displeasure evident in her expression. “Pack business can wait. This is more important.” She leaned forward, her tone becoming more insistent. “You need to make time during the holiday. Be
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obedient and visit the Moonlight pack with your mother.“
“We need to discuss a potential mating arrangement,” she added firmly. “The sooner the betters
Vanessa Reed, who had been quietly listening from her seat nearby, felt a pang of jealousy pierce through her chest. Having finally driven away Olivia Winters, was her grandmother so eager to set up her foster brother with someone else?
It had only been a few days since the engagement with the Winters family was called off. The timing seemed almost insulting.
Vanessa moved closer, feigning concern as she gently held Eleanor’s arm. “Grandmother, perhaps we should wait a little longer.”
Her voice carried false sweetness. “Pack gossips will spread if Connor is arranged to meet potential mates so soon after breaking off the engagement.”
“People might think our family is too eager,” she continued. “It could damage our reputation.”
Layla Lawrence chimed in from where she sat nearby, casually eating imported chocolates. “There are many she–wolves who want to mate with Connor.”
She waved a hand dismissively. “There’s no need for you to worry about finding him a suitable partner, Elder
Rivers.”
Eleanor glanced at Connor with displeasure, her patience wearing thin. “I’m not afraid he’ll be unwanted.”
Her amber eyes narrowed dangerously. “But he might still be thinking of someone he shouldn’t.”
The clear reference to Olivia hung in the air like a challenge. Eleanor’s disapproval was unmistakable.
Connor’s jaw tightened, his wolf stirring restlessly within him. The territorial instincts warred with his respect
for pack hierarchy.
“I’ll go to the study to see Grandfather Gerald,” he said curtly, standing to leave.
His movements were controlled but tense, like a predator barely restraining itself.
“Connor!” Eleanor called after him sharply. “Take my words to heart and don’t keep thinking about that
Winters girl.”
She gestured at the photographs again. “The she–wolves from the Shadow pack and Moonlight pack are no worse than her.”
Connor stopped and turned back, his ice–blue eyes darkening dangerously. A cold smirk played at the corners
of his mouth.
“If you like them so much, Grandmother, you can adopt them all as granddaughters,” he said with cutting sarcasm. “I want none of them as mates.”
Eleanor was incensed, her expression stiffening with outrage. “How dare you speak so disrespectfully to your
elders!”
Her wolf bristled with indignation at his defiant tone, “I am trying to secure your future!”
Connor’s smile turned even colder. “You should worry less about my mating prospects and more about your own health and pack duties.”
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He turned toward the stairs, his voice carrying final authority. “I’m not going to any arranged meetings.”
Eleanor was furious, her hands trembling with rage. “Connor Rivers! You will not dismiss me so easily!” But Connor was already walking upstairs, his broad shoulders rigid with determination.
Vanessa quickly moved to stroke Eleanor’s back, attempting to calm the elder. “Don’t upset yourself, Grandmother.”
Her voice dripped with false sympathy. “Olivia Winters must have been the cause of Connor’s rebellious
behavior.”
“She’s clearly manipulated him against his own family,” Vanessa continued. “Her influence runs deeper than we thought.”
Layla interrupted while casually selecting another chocolate. “Unless you’ve been eavesdropping under their bedroom windows, there’s no way you could know that.”
Her tone was light but pointed. “How exactly would you know Olivia was manipulating anyone?”
Vanessa’s face turned ugly at the implication. “What are you suggesting?”
Layla continued eating, seemingly unbothered by the tension, “Since I haven’t heard anything myself, you’re the one stirring up trouble between pack members.”
She looked directly at Vanessa with calculating eyes. “I’m not afraid of your foster status, sister.”
“And I hate manipulative she–wolves,” Layla added with deliberate emphasis.
Vanessa could no longer maintain her innocent pretense. “What exactly do you mean by that accusation?”
Her voice rose with barely controlled anger. “Are you calling me manipulative?”
Layla replied coolly, meeting Vanessa’s glare without flinching. “Exactly what I said, sister.”
She popped another chocolate into her mouth, her expression remaining perfectly calm. “I despise scheming pack members the most!”
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