<b>Chapter </b><b>92</b>: <b>usations </b><b>and </b>Alliances
<b>Chapter </b><b>92</b><b>: </b>usations and Alliances
<b>(</b>Olivia’s POV)
Raymond Lewis was pummeled mercilessly by Connor’s enforcers, Marcus Shaw and Jackson Harris. His face was swollen like a pig’s head, blood trickling from his split lip.
I stood before him, arms crossed, my amber eyes radiating a dangerous light. My wolf’s presence <b>added </b><b>to </b>the intimidation, making the air thick with tension.
“Was it you who hired the omega, Rodney Tanner, who pushed me by the roadside just now?” <b>I </b>demanded. Being awyer in the werewolf world was a high–risk profession. It wasn’t umon for clients or their Alphas to resent and deliberately retaliate againstwyers who bested them in territorial or pack disputes. The recent case of Gregory Thompson, my beta colleague at Moow Legal Services, being stabbed with <b>a </b>silver dagger by a disgruntled client’s rogue wolf and almost dying, was a fresh, chilling example. Raymond Lewis, kneeling on the ground, his wolf cowering, begged for mercy. “Spare me, Luna Winters, I was truly wrong, I will never dare again.”
I frowned, my voice sharp. “I’m asking you, was it you who hired the omega, Rodney Tanner<b>, </b>who pushed me by the roadside?”
Raymond Lewis looked confused, his eyes darting nervously. “What roadside? What omega pushed <b>you</b><b>?! </b>didn’t hire anyone, I’m only meeting you for the first time now, Luna.”
Not him? My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle.
Who could it be? My wolf bristled with unease.
Could it be Cassandra Evans who hired them? I quickly dismissed the idea. Although Cassandra was a scheming she–wolf and disliked me, she didn’t seem vicious enough to want me dead, not to the point of orchestrating a public assassination.
Then who? I pondered deeply.
Suddenly, a name surfaced in my mind: Frederick Warner, the exiled illegitimate son of William Rivers. <b>Connor </b>had told me about Frederick’s connection with the Rivers Pack and had specifically warned me that Frederick might cause trouble for me to retaliate against Connor.
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Thinking of this, Olivia raised her eyes and looked at Raymond Lewis, his face bruised and swollen. <i>“</i>Are you Frederick Warner’s man?<b>” </b>she asked coldly.
Raymond Lewis shook his head vehemently. “I don’t know him, Luna Winters<b>, </b>please spare me, I will never dare again, I will immediatelypensate Noah Pierce when I get back to my territory today, please let me go!”
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Olivia asked coldly, “Not Frederick Warner’s man, then why did you ask me toe here and <b>bring </b><b>s </b>thugs? How dare a minor rogue Alpha like you be so arrogant<b>, </b>controlling a mere human <b>factory</b><b>? </b><b>There </b><b>must </b>
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<b>be </b><b>someone </b><b>more </b><b>powerful </b>behind <b>you</b><b>. </b>Tell me the name of <b>the </b><b>Alpha </b>pulling your strings, and I can <ol><li><b>go</b><b>. </b></li></ol>
<b>Raymond </b>Lewis couldn’t help <b>but </b>shudder. The Alpha behind him, Malcolm Wilson<b>, </b>had connections in both. legitimate pack businesses and the rogue underworld.
Even other Alphas on the street had to call him ‘The Director‘. The Northern Industrial Factory was <b>actually </b>Malcolm Wilson’s, and Raymond was just a figurehead, a beta acting as the legal representative with no <b>real </b>
power.
He didn’t dare expose The Director. Thinking of Malcolm Wilson’s ruthless methods, Raymond Lewis broke out in a cold sweat, his wolf whimpering.
Raymond Lewis swallowed and replied, “I… I don’t have anyone behind me, I just thought you were a lone she–wolf, new to Riverdale, and wanted to scare you.”
Olivia narrowed her amber eyes, sizing up Raymond Lewis. Her keenwyer’s mind and wolf’s intuition pondered how much of his words were true.”
Raymond Lewis felt a chill in his heart<b>, </b>afraid that Olivia would call Connor’s enforcers to beat him again. “Luna Winters, I’m kowtowing to you, please let me go!”
Olivia smiled insincerely, a chilling glint in her eyes. “I don’t believe that a minor rogue Alpha like you has <b>the </b>guts to hire thugs to beat the opposing pack’swyer in broad daylight. Since you’re not willing to say<b>, </b>then I’ll have to call the human police and the territory enforcers.”
Raymond Lewis breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t afraid of the human police; The Director had connections within the humanw enforcement agencies.
At Rivers Pack Headquarters, Connor Rivers received a call from Marcus Shaw, his beta enforcer. His face turned gloomy as he listened.
In a short day, his Livvy had encountered two dangers and almost had a serious ident. Connor felt a burst of primal fear, his Alpha wolf snarling within him:
After hanging up the phone, he grabbed his coat and strode out.
Frank Langley, his senior beta assistant, hurriedly chased after him. “Alpha Connor, where are <b>you </b>going? There’s a pack council meeting in ten minutes! Hey, Alpha?”
Olivia Winters returned to Moonlight Manor, Ethan Grey’s guesthouse in Harbor City, as she still maintained a temporary residence there while her own apartment in Riverdale Terrace Apartments was being prepared.
The pack housekeeper, Martha Jenkins, a beta wolf, had prepared a table full of dishes that Olivia loved. Many of them were traditional werewolffort foods.
Martha Jenkins said with a warm smile, “Liv, you worked hard today, your wolf must be tired. Come and eat.” Olivia picked up her chopsticks but didn’t have much appetite. She was still thinking about the terrifying moment on the road today.
It was the first time she had been so close to death. A little bit more, and her wolf wouldn’t have seen <b>the </b><b>sun </b>
<b>tomorrow</b>.
Lost in thought, Connor Rivers arrived, his powerful Alpha presence filling the room.
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“Livvy, how are you?” Connor looked nervous and afraid, his wolf radiating protectiveness,
He quickly walked over, bent down, and ced his hands on Olivia’s shoulders. He carefully looked her over with his intense ice–blue eyes.
Olivia came back to her senses. “Con, you know about it.”
Connor hummed, his scent strong and reassuring, and pulled Olivia into his arms, holding her tightly. Just a little bit more, and he would have lost his mate–to–be.
“Con, I guess that the omega who pushed me on the road today was Frederick Warner’s man. Besides Frederick, I can’t think of anyone else who would do this.”
The rogue wolf who hated her the most was, of course, Vanessa Reed. But Vanessa had already been arrested by the pack enforcers and was awaiting judgment.
The most suspicious person was Frederick Warner.
Connor’s arms around Olivia tightened, his <b>dark </b>and deep ice–blue eyes revealing a sharp, cold light. His Alpha wolf was on high alert.
“I checked, Frederick Warner has indeed returned to the Northern Territory.”
Olivia’s body stiffened.
“Livvy, try to go out less in the future, work from home if possible.”
“Is he… is Frederick Warner really that terrifying?”
Connor let go of Olivia, ced his hands on her shoulders, and gazed into her amber eyes. His expression was serious, his Alpha’s protective instincts ring.
“I don’t dare to gamble, Livvy. Just thinking about how you almost had an ident today makes my heart stop with fear, my wolf howls at the thought, do you know? I value you more than my own life.”
Connor’s eyes were red at the corners.
“To deal with Frederick Warner, I have a one hundred percent certainty of winning. If his wolf is ruthless, mine can be even more ruthless. But he has no emotions, no weaknesses, you could even say that his wolf has <i>no </i>humanity. But I’m different, I have you.”
“Livvy, I can’t take you on an adventure.”
The lights in the dining room were as bright as day, and the food on the table emitted an enticing aroma of roasted venison and herbs. The television in the living room was ying the evening news, the human anchor’s voice faintly audible.
Olivia lowered her eyshes, her eyes stinging, and she whispered, “Con, am I a burden to you, a weakness for your wolf?”
Connor’s eyes turned red, and guilt welled up in his eyes, his Alpha wolf whining softly. “What are you saying, Livvy? It’s my fault that you’re being targeted by Vanessa Reed, that you’re being watched by Frederick
Warner.”
Olivia slowly shook her head. You’re not a burden to me, I’ve never thought that way.”
“But I think that way, it’s a fact.” Connor sighed, his wolf calming slightly. “Can you please not go out or the next few days? I’lle and keep youpany every day, my wolf will protect you.”
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Olivia nodded obediently. “Okay.”
“By the way, Gon, can you help me investigate someone?”
<b>“</b><b>Who</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Raymond Lewis.”
Connor’s eyes shed with a sharp, cold light, his Alpha wolf bristling. <b>“</b><b>Is </b>that the rogue Alpha who hired thugs to teach you a lesson today?”
“Yes.” Olivia nodded. “I have a feeling that he definitely has someone backing him, a more powerful Alpha. How could a minor rogue Alpha like him be so bold as to hire thugs to teach me a lesson, like amon rogue wolf<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Connor said, “I’ve already sent my enforcers to investigate.”
“Okay.”
“Livvy, let’s eat first, the food will get cold.” Connor pulled out a chair and sat down next to Olivia.
“Okay, you eat with me.”
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