Chapter <b>110 </b>The Broken.
<b>Chapter </b><b>110</b><b>: The </b><b>Broken </b><b>Wolf’s </b>Lament
<b>Chapter </b>110: The Broken Wolf’s Lament
(Third person’s POV)
Sitting in the corner booth, Connor pressed his lips tightly together. His ice–blue eyes darkened like an endless abyss as he watched his mate call out for him with heartbreaking desperation.
In a shadowy corner that no one paid attention to, someone raised their phone and secretly recorded this scene. The sh was barely visible in the dim lighting.
Olivia’s voice trembled with soul–crushing
you’re here, why don’t you dare to see me?”
dness as she cried out, “Connor Rivers, you coward! Now <b>that </b>
Her words cut through Connor like silver des. Every fiber of Connor being screamed to go to her, but he remained frozen in ce.
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His wolf Adam wed at his chest, demanding he im what was theirs..
But he couldn’t move. Not without exposing everything they’d worked to protect.
Seeing Olivia in such a broken state, Reba Frost felt her heart ache for her friend. She helped Olivia navigate through the crowd toward the exit.
“Come on, Liv,” Reba said gently. “You’re drunk and need to go home to rest.”
Two of the Frost family’s beta werewolf bodyguards followed closely behind. Their protective instincts were alert as they escorted the distressed she–wolf through the packed nightclub.
Olivia stumbled against Reba, her amber eyes zed with tears and alcohol. “He’s here, Ba. I know
he’s here.”
“You’re imagining things,” Reba soothed. “Let’s get you home.”
When Maxwell Cooper received the video footage, Frederick Warner was in his American estate’s private suite. He was seducing a newly acquired humán lover and sharing wine with her.
The atmosphere in the room was thick with lust and indulgence. The air was heavy with alcohol, smoke, and the musky scent of desire.
On the leather sofa, a woman’s torn ck stockings and ckce lingeriey scattered in disarray. Evidence of their passionate encounter littered the expensive furniture.
After Frederick finished the shared wine, he wrapped one arm around the woman’s waist. His other hand explored beneath her skirt<b>, </b>causing her breathing to be more rapid and desperate.
Maxwell quietly stood in the corner/suppressing his presence. He yed the role of an invisible, silent
observer.
Frederick demandedplete privacy when he indulged in his pleasures. Maxwell had learned to be effectively nonexistent during these moments.
The woman moaned softly as Frederick’s hands roamed her body. Her back arched against <b>the </b>leather cushions.
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<b>Frederick’s </b>control remained absolute even in <b>passion</b>. His movements were calcted and deliberate.
<b>Two </b><b>hours </bter, the womany naked and panting on the sofa. Her body glisteried with sweat <b>from </b><b>their </b>
intense activities.
Frederick, however, remained fully clothed. His control was absolute even in passion.
The man leanedzily against the sofa, extracting a cigarette from an ornate case. He lit it with practiced
<b>ease</b>.
White smoke curled upward, obscuring his sharp, aristocratic features. It lent him an air of <b>dangerous </b>sophistication.
Maxwell waited until Frederick was clearly finished before approaching. He needed to deliver his operational
report.
The woman, understanding her dismissal, gathered her scattered clothes. She left the private <b>suite </b>without <b>a </b>
word.
Maxwell informed Frederick that their shipment operations in California had been sessfullypleted. Frederick hummed casually in acknowledgment.
“What about our activities in Nation C?” Frederick inquired, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Maxwell’s throat worked nervously. “Complications arose with our contact Pa Shan. During a meeting with Jin Min, they encounteredw enforcement interference.”
“They were forced to abort the transaction,” Maxwell continued fearfully. “While our operatives escaped capture, the valuable cargo was confiscated.”
Frederick’s eyes shed with predatory violence. He snarled, “A group of ipetent fools lost the merchandise and still have the audacity to return.”
Maxwell remained silent, recognizing the dangerous shift in his employer’s mood. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.
Frederick then demanded an update on their business project with Mesa Corporation in Nation A. Maxwell’s throat worked nervously as he prepared to deliver more bad news.
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“After our project termination, both parties suffered massive financial losses,” Maxwell reported fearfully. “Connor Rivers seized the opportunity to acquire Mesa Corporation.”
“The legal paperwork is currently being processed,” he added quietly.
With a thunderous crash, Frederick kicked over the mahogany table in front of him. Crystal sses and documents went flying across the expensive carpet.
“Connor Rivers, one day I will make you pay double for everything!” he roared. His wolf’s rage was barely contained beneath his human facade.
Maxwell stood silently nearby, watching his expression carefully. He knew better than to speak when Frederick was in this state.
Only when Frederick had vented most of his fury did Maxwell dare to speak again. “Alpha, there’s <b>the </b><btest </b>intelligence about Olivia Winters.”
Frederickposed himself, his voice <b>returning </b><b>to </b><b>its </b>usual controlled tone. The transformation was
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<b>unsettling </b><b>in </b>its swiftness.
“What <b>is </b><b>it</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>he asked<b>, </b>straightening his expensive suit jacket.
Maxwell opened the video file and handed over his phone. “Our surveince team followed <b>Olivia </b><b>Winters </b><b>to </b>the bar and captured this scene.”
<b>“</b>She and Connor Rivers appear to be genuinely separated,” Maxwell exined.
Frederick took the phone and examined the footage. His eyes shed with contempt and disdain <b>as </b><b>he </b>watched Olivia’s breakdown.
The man chuckled sarcastically. “Hah, foolish she–wolf who believes in true mate bonds.”
“Then should we…” Maxwell began hesitantly.
“No need to continue monitoring her,” Frederick interrupted with a dismissive wave. “She’s <b>just </b>a discarded piece of clothing that Connor Rivers has thrown away.
“A worn–out toy he’s tired of ying with,” he added cruelly. “Right now I need all avable manpower <b>and </b>don’t have time to waste on her.”
“Understood, Alpha,” Maxwell replied with relief.
“By the way, Alpha, Ethan Grey called requesting a meeting with you,” Maxwell added.
Frederick’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Who?<b>” </b>
Maxwell rified, “Olivia Winters‘ former boyfriend.”
Frederick’s lips curled with disdain as he spat out three words. “Never heard of him.”
Maxwell exined carefully, “He offered Connor Rivers‘ whereabouts and internal intelligence about the Rivers pack in exchange for our investment funding.”
“That investment waster channeled to the Grey pack,” Maxwell continued. “The Grey pack is now developing very sessfully and is considered a prominent enterprise in the Northern Territory.”
“The Grey family still holds value for our operations,” he concluded.
Frederick’s eyes shed with contempt. “What use could some pathetic wolf that Vanessa Reed dug up possibly be? He’s nothing but a desperatepdog.”
“Then Alpha, do you want to meet with him?” Maxwell asked cautiously.
Frederick considered for a moment, then smirked coldly. “A dog that’s eager <b>to </b><b>curry </b>favor with me can be taken out for a walk when I’m in a good mood.”
(Connor’s POV)
Reba safely escorted Olivia home to her luxury apartment. She didn’t realize that I was following <b>them </b><b>at </b>a careful distance.
My Cullinan moved silently through the night streets. I kept far enough back to avoid detection.
After Reba <b>left</b><b>, </b>I went to Olivia’s home. My heart pounded as I approached her door.
Dorothy opened the door, slightly startled. “Alpha Connor, why are you here<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“How is she?” <b>I </b>asked urgently, my voice rough with concern.
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“Miss Winters is severely intoxicated,” Dorothy replied with worry. “I was just preparing to brew her a <b>sobering </b>
remedy.”
I opened my wallet and extracted several bills. “Tonight, stay elsewhere. I’ll take care of her here.”
Dorothy took the money without question. “Of course, Alpha Connor, please wait a moment while I quickly pack some clothes.”
The housekeeper stepped aside to allow me entry into the apartment. I entered, bringing with me the scent of alcohol and the crisp night air.
My ice–blue eyes surveyed the space with a carefully controlled expression<i>, </i>Richard Winters had provided well for Olivia, and this residence was quite respectable.
Dorothy brought a cup of hot healing tea and ced it on the coffee table. “Alpha Connor, please sit and rest for a moment. I’ll be right back.”
I couldn’t focus on resting. My wolf was too agitated, too desperate to see our mate.
“Where is her bedroom?” I asked urgently.
Dorothy pointed toward the corridor. “Miss Winters‘ room is the first door on the left.”
I couldn’t wait any longer and strode toward Olivia’s bedroom. My heart hammered against my ribs with each
step.
The door was unlocked, and I pushed it open carefully. Just in time to hear the she–wolf talking in her sleep. “Connor, Connor Rivers…” her voice was barely a whisper.
“Why don’t you want me… sob sob sob…” The faint crying that followed made my heart clench violently with
pain.
I approached the bed in quick strides. Olivia continued murmuring intermittently in her sleep.
Her wolf’s distress was bleeding through into her human form. The sight broke something inside me. “Connor Rivers is a bad Alpha… I don’t want you… Go away…” she mumbled, her face scrunched with pain.
I lowered my gaze, my eyshes trembling as I reached out. I gently stroked Olivia’s face, wiping away the she–wolf’s tears.
My tone was as gentle as spring water that couldn’t be melted. “Yes, I’m a terrible Alpha.”
The she–wolf in her sleep seemed to sense my presence. She moved closer to me instinctively, seeking
“Alpha Connor…” se breathed, her voice filled with longing.
Her emotions fluctuated wildly in the dream state. One moment she was like a wolf with bristled fur, angrily telling me to leave.
The next moment she was like a clingy pup, gently nuzzling her face against my hand. “Con, don’t go, d leave me, Livvy is very good…”
My heart was about to melt. “I’m here, I won’t leave.”
My expression softened, and the love in my ice–blue eyes was about to overflow. The warmth and softness came from my palm as the she–wolf’s face nuzzled against my hand again and again.
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A long–lost sense of happiness welled up in my heart. Like stolen moments, my chest filled with both sweetness and bitter pain.
I sat by the bedside, greedily gazing at Olivia for a long time. I couldn’t get enough of looking at her.
Dorothy finished packing her belongings and was about to bid farewell to me before leaving. When she reached the bedroom door and glimpsed this tender scene through the c***<b>k</b>, she didn’t make a sound <b>to </b>
disturb us.
She quietly departed, understanding the sacred nature of what she witnessed:
I couldn’t resist leaning down to press a reverent kiss to Olivia’s flushed cheek. Pious and pure, without any lustful intent.
The she–wolf seemed to sense something, groaning softly. Suddenly she reached out to wrap her arms around my neck, murmuring, “Con…”
The ending sound was drawn out with spoiled sweetness. My back stiffened suddenly, and <b>a </b>tingling sensation instantly spread throughout my entire body as my wolf responded to his mate’s unconscious call.
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