Chapter <b>132</b><b>: </b>The <b>Alpha’s </b>Trap


    Chapter 132: The Alpha’s Trap


    (Connor’s POV)


    The phone call from Lily hit me like a silver bullet to the chest. Her me Olivia had vanished,


    ce was shaking with panic as she <b>told </b>


    ‘Connor<b>, </b>she was supposed to pick up Emma at the airport but never showed up. Her phone is disconnected. Uncle Richard can’t reach her either.”


    My wolf immediately went into overdrive, pacing frantically within me. The protective instincts that <b>had </b>been carefully controlled for months exploded into full awareness.


    Frederick Warner. It had to be him.


    I had been tracking his movements since his return from America, but the bastard was clever. He used forged identities and borrowed phone cards, making him nearly impossible to trace.


    I had been waiting for him to make the first move. Now he had.


    The thought of Olivia in mortal danger sent waves of dizziness and pain through me. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe. My wolf was howling for its mate, demanding action.


    I forced myself to remain calm. Panic would not save her.


    I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I had memorized but hoped never to use. “I want to see Malcolm


    Wilson.”


    Malcolm was Frederick’s lieutenant, currently in custody. If anyone could help me reach Frederick, it would be


    him.


    Almost immediately after hanging up, my phone rang. Unknown number. My Alpha instincts screamed that this was the call I had been dreading.


    I answered on the first ring.


    “Good evening,” came a yful voice that made my blood run cold. Then, with mock affection, “brother.” My heart clenched. My wolf snarled with protective rage that threatened to overwhelm my human control.


    “Did you kidnap Livvy?” I demanded, my voice barely controlled.


    Frederick paused dramatically, clearly enjoying my distress. “Livvy. It seems I grabbed the right person. You really do still love her.”


    The confirmation hit me like a physical blow. “Whatever you want,e at me. Don’t hurt Livvy!”


    Frederick chuckled, the sound sending ice through my veins. “Don’t rush. Grabbing her was always out


    getting to you.”


    “Where are <b>you</b>?” I pressed, my hands shaking with barely contained fury.


    “Shadowfall Ruins. The old entertainmentplex in the border province suburbs,” Frederick replied casually. “Tomorrow morning at eight. Come alone.”


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    His <b>voice </b>turned deadly serious, “<b>If </b>you dare call the enforcers, rl make her disappear from the wo <b>forever</b>.”


    The line went dead. I stared at my phone, my wolf raging against the trap I knew I was walking <b>Into</b>,


    But I had no choice. Olivia’s life hung in the bnce,


    (Olivia’s POV)


    The deste, unfinished entertainmentplex stretched before me like a concrete graveyard. <b>Rusted </b><b>steel </b>beams jutted from halfpleted structures, and broken ss littered the ground.


    I recalled the terrifying journey that brought me here. First, the car ride for about half an hour through Harbor City’s outskirts. Then the helicopter, its rotors drowning out my attempts to call for help.


    After what felt like hours in the air, wended somewhere remote. Another car waited, speeding along winding mountain roads that made my stomach churn.


    Finally, the car stopped abruptly. Rough hands dragged me out, the obsidian captivity hood still covering my


    head.


    “Boss Frederick, the person has arrived,” I heard one of my captors say.


    The mention of “Boss Frederick” sent a chill down my spine. Frederick Warner. The man who had tried to kill Connor and me multiple times.


    Suddenly, the ck hood was ripped away. After a long night in darkness, the sudden exposure to sunlight made me dizzy and unstable.


    I struggled to regain my bnce, blinking rapidly as my eyes adjusted. When my vision cleared, I found myself face to face with Frederick Warner.


    A mocking smile yed on his lips as he studied me like a predator examining its prey.


    Recognition hit me like a thunderbolt. This was the man from the restaurant when I was having dinner with Emma. The same man who had been watching me, talking to me.


    He had been stalking me even then.


    I quickly scanned my surroundings. The two men who had kidnapped me stood respectfully before Frederick, confirming his position as their leader.


    A wave of fear washed over me. I took two steps back, my wolf retreating deeper within me.


    “Afraid of me?” Frederick’s eyes held a yful glint, his wolf clearly enjoying the fear emanating from me.


    I tried to calm myself, drawing on theposure I had learned in courtrooms. Frederick looked anything but menacing with his beautiful features inherited from his actress mother.


    But I knew better. This was the man who had <b>tried </b>to kill me so many times.


    I swallowed nervously. “You grabbing me is pointless. Connor and I are estranged. You <b>can’t </b>threaten him


    with me.”


    Frederick stepped closer, his piercing eyes studying my face. “Whether it’s pointless or not, you’ll find out soon enough.”


    He smiled, and the expression was more terrifying than any snarl. “Miss Winters is indeed a rare beauty. No


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    wonder Connor and Ethan can’t forget you.”


    I retreated again, surprise flickering in my amber eyes. “You know Ethan Grey?”


    Frederick shrugged dismissively. “Just a dog I keep. Amusing to take out for a walk when I’m bored


    The casual cruelty in his words made my stomach turn. I frowned, pieces of a puzzle clicking into ce.


    Ethan was working with Frederick. That exined the miraculous recovery of the near–bankrupt Grey pack, Ethan had sold his soul to this monster.


    I was so lost in thought that I missed Frederick’s next words.


    “I’m talking to you,” he said sharply, his patience clearly waning


    I snapped back to attention, remembering his earlier threat about Connor. Anxiety wed at my chest


    “Have you already notified Connor?” <b>I </b>asked, unable to hide my worry.


    Frederick tilted his head, studying my reaction with obvious amusement. “What? Worried about him?” He mocked me with false concern. “Didn’t you say you two were estranged? Why so concerned? Afraid he’lle to his death?”


    I forced myself to appearposed. “I just don’t want to be responsible <b>for </b><b>a </b>life. Even if it wasn’t him, 1 wouldn’t want anyone risking themselves for me.”


    Frederickughed, the sound echoing off the concrete walls around us. “You think I believe that? You two really love acting.”


    His expression turned predatory. “Put on a good show of affection for me, and I might consider giving Connor aplete corpse.


    The threat hit me like a physical blow. Although Connor had hurt me, although I had decided to leave his worldpletely, I could not ept himing here to die.


    I only wanted Connor to be well, even if we never contacted each other again. But if he really lost his life to save me, then I would live in the shadows for the rest of my life.