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Chapter 72: Unraveling Truths and Dangers
(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
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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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