<b>Chapter </b><b>111</b><b>: </b><b>Irresistible </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>111</b><b>: </b>Irresistible
<b>(</b>Connor’s POV)
The next moment, Olivia’s chin was gently lifted by my palm. A tender, affectionate kiss fell upon her lips.
Her soft mouth tasted of moonberry wine and something uniquely her. My wolf Adam stirred with <b>barely </b>contained desire for his mate.
The cold winter air outside contrasted sharply with the heated emotions within the room. As my kiss deepened, every nerve in my body came alive.
Olivia responded instinctively, even in her intoxicated state. Her arms tightened around my neck<b>, </b>pulling me
closer.
“Connor,” she whispered against my lips. Her voice was thick with wine and longing.
My ice–blue eyes darkened with emotion as I gazed down at her flushed face. The love I <b>felt </b>threatened <b>to </b>overwhelm mepletely.
“I’m here, Livvy,” I murmured, pressing gentle kisses along her jawline. “I’m right here.”
Lost in the moment, Olivia questioned my earlier coldness through the haze of alcohol. “Why were <b>you </b>so distant? Why did you push me away?<b>” </b>
Her amber eyes were ssy but filled with hurt. The pain in her voice made my chest constrict.
“I never wanted to push you away,” I responded with tender words. “Every moment apart from you has been
torture.”
I showered her with gentle kisses, expressing my love and longing. My hands trembled as they cupped her
face.
“You’re everything to me, Olivia. My wolf, my heart<b>, </b>my soul – they all belong to you.”
She melted against me, her body responding to my touch. The mate bond hummed between us, electric and undeniable.
I was careful not to leave any iming marks on her neck. My Alpha instincts reminded me to protect her even in passion.
Her consent needed to be clear despite the wine’s influence. I wouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerable
state.
“Connor, please,” she whispered, her hands fisting in my shirt. “Don’t leave me again.”
“Never,” I promised, my voice rough with emotion. “I’ll never leave you willingly.”
I stopped before crossing the final line. My wolf howled in protest, but I held firm.
She deserved better than a drunken encounter she might regret. When we came together again<b>, </b><b>it </b>would we with full awareness and choice.
choic
After Olivia fell into peaceful sleep, I ensured herfort by adjusting the nkets. I checked the room temperature, making sure she wouldn’t be cold.
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I <b>settled </b><b>in </b><b>the </b>chair <b>beside </b>her <b>bed</b><b>, </b>still <b>holding </b><b>onto </b>her delicate <b>hand</b>. <b>My </b>gaze filled <b>with </b>overwhelming
<b>love and </b><b>protective </b>tenderness.
<b>My </b>wolf was content to simply guard his sleeping mate. This was enough for now.
The hours passed slowly as I watched her sleep. Every breath she took was precious <b>to </b>me<b>. </b>
(Ethan Quinn’s POV)
Meanwhile, at my private vi, I dragged a protesting Lily inside. Sheined about the <bte </b>hour <b>and </b><b>my </b>aggressive behavior.
“Ethan, what’s gotten into you?” she demanded, stumbling slightly. “It’s past midnight<b>!</b>”
I ignored her protests, pushing her against the ornate door. My beta wolf finally imed what <b>I </b><b>had </b>desired
for weeks.
her a sedlo my
I kissed her fiercely, months of suppressed longing exploding into action. Lily was shocked and struggled <b>to </b>
push me away.
“Stop it!” she gasped against my mouth. “You’re my stepbrother!”
But my strength as a werewolf overwhelmed her smaller frame. I was consumed by long–suppressed desire and jealousy.
“You were deliberately tempting me,” I used, my voice rough. “Flirting with those entertainers, letting them
touch you.”
“I wasn’t-” she began, but I silenced her with another kiss.
Her protests grew weaker as her own wolf responded to my dominant presence. The chemistry between <b>us </b>was undeniable.
As we moved to the leather sofa, Lily eventually stopped resisting. Her body betrayed her protests, melting against mine.
“This is wrong,” she whispered, but her hands clutched at my shoulders.
“Nothing about this feels wrong,” I growled against her neck. “This feels inevitable.”
My voice was husky with desire as I made my demand. “Call me brother when I kiss you.”
She hesitated, her amber eyes wide with confusion and arousal. “Ethan, I can’t-<b>” </b>“Say it,” Imanded, my beta dominance asserting itself.
“Brother,” she whispered finally, her submission stirring my possessive instincts further.
The word sent fire through my veins. had waited so long to hear it in this context.
(Olivia’s POV)
Waking up with a terrible headache, I groaned and pressed my palms against my temples. <b>The </b>morning light felt like daggers in my skull.
I remembered little of the night before. Only fragments of seeing Connor Rivers and Lily Chen <b>being </b>taken away by Ethan Quinn from Nightshade Bar.
Everything else was a blur of alcohol and heartbreak. My wolf felt strangely content <b>despite </b>my physical.
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difort.
Dorothy Jenkins appeared in the doorway with a concerned expression. “Miss Winters, how are you feeling<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Like I was trampled by a pack of rogues,” I muttered. “How did I get back to Moonlight Haven<b>?</b>”
Dorothy smiled gently. “It was Reba Frost who brought you home safely. She was very worried about you.”
I noticed I was wearing my silk pajamas instead of the dress fromst night. “Did Reba help change my
clothes too?”
“Yes, she made sure you werefortable before she left,” Dorothy confirmed.
I remained unaware that Connor had actually taken care of me throughout the entire night. That he had stayed by my bedside like a devoted mate.
I felt sore and exhausted, simr to how I felt after intimate moments with Connor. My body was responding to phantom sensations.
“I was having that kind of dream,” I realized with embarrassment. My wolf had responded to something even
in sleep.
Heat flooded my cheeks as fragmented memories surfaced. Gentle touches, whispered words, the scent of pine and winter air.
But it had to be a dream. Connor was with that celebrity now, not caring for his discarded mate.
“I need to rest before eating,” I told Dorothy, dismissing the intense emotions. “Too much moonberry winest
night.”
Dorothy nodded understandingly. “I’ll prepare some healing broth for when you’re ready.”
As she left, I buried my face in my pillow. The lingering scent of Connor’s cologne made my heart ache with fresh longing.
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