<b>Chapter </b><b>161</b><b>: </b><b>Pack Justice </b>and New <b>Alliances </b>(<b>Revised</b><b>) </b>
<b>Chapter </b>161: Pack Justice and New Alliances
Olivia frowned, ncing coolly at Vanessa Reed who was forced into the traditional pack submission position. She turned to Connor Rivers, whose <b>ice</b><b>–</b>blue eyes remained cold as winter steel.
“What do you mean by disregarding pack life?<b>” </b>she asked, her amber eyes searching his face.
Connor’s jaw tightened. He did not want to tell Olivia about Vanessa helping Frederick Warner with his schemes and participating in silencing witnesses through murder.
He knew that Olivia would be extremely distressed about the utterly innocent Pierce siblings, Noah and <b>Leah</b>. She would lose sleep and appetite, grieving for a long time if she knew that those innocent and pitiful packless wolves had died tragically at Frederick Warner’s hands.
“It’s just about Jessica Sullivan,” he replied in a low voice, his Alpha authority barely controlled.
Olivia sensed that things were not that simple. Her amber eyes continued searching his <b>face </b>for <b>the </b><b>truth </b>he
was withholding.
Something darker lurked beneath his careful words. But she could see the protective wall he had built <b>around </b>
certain information.
Connor’s wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin. The weight of keeping such devastating news from his mate pressed against his chest like a physical burden.
Vanessa remained on her knees, her violet eyes burning with bitter resentment. The silver restraints had left angry red marks on her pale wrists.
“I won’t apologize to her,” Vanessa spat, her voice cracking with defiance. “I did nothing wrong.”
Dominic Reeves pressed down harder on her shoulders. “You will show proper submission to your Alpha’s
mate.”
Katherine Rivers stepped forward, her amber eyes zing with maternal fury. “You have disgraced this family enough, Vanessa.”
William Rivers watched the scene unfold with heavy resignation. Years of disappointment and regret weighed on his shoulders<b>. </b>
“The decision is final,” Connor announced, his voice carrying absolute Alpha authority. “Vanessa Reed is expelled from the Rivers pack.”
The words echoed through the grand hall like a death sentence. Pack members exchanged shocked nces at the unprecedented severity.
Vanessa was expelled from the Rivers pack that day, stripped of all pack protections and privileges. Her violet eyes held no remorse, only bitter resentment as pack security escorted her away from the <b>only </b><b>family </b>she had ever known<b>. </b>
The heavy doors closed behind her with a finality that seemed to shake the <b>very </b>foundations of the mansion. In ckmoor Territory, Frederick Warner’s subordinate Maxwell Cooper hung up the phone with a <b>solemn </b>expression. His face was grave as he approached Frederick’s study.
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“<b>Sir</b><b>, </b><b>Vanessa </b><b>Reed </b>has been handed <b>over </b>to human <b>police </b>by <b>Connor </b>Rivers, Maxwell <b>reported </b><b>carefully</b>,
<b>Frederick </b>looked up <b>from </b>his desk, his eyes glinting with cold calction. <b>“</b><b>And</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b><b>Vanessa </b>sent someone <b>to </b>pass a message through criminalworks. She’s hoping you <b>could </b><b>save </b>her from imprisonment.”
Frederick smiled with cold indifference, leaning back in his leather chair. The expression never <b>reached </b><b>his </b>
<b>eyes</b>.
“Would you waste your energy to save something useless<b>?</b><b>” </b>he asked, his voice dripping with contempt.
Maxwell lowered his head in submission. “I understandpletely, sir.”
Frederick’s fingers drummed against the mahogany desk. “What about yton Thornton’s situation<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>yton has received what Vanessa gave him before her capture,” Maxwell replied promptly.
Frederick’s smile turned predatory, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. “The good show is about to begin<b>.</b><b>” </b>
The pieces of his borate revenge were falling into ce perfectly. Vanessa’s capture had been expected,
even nned for.
On Saturday morning, Emma Turner called Olivia to remind her about their dinner appointment. Her voice was warm and excited through the phone.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten about tonight,” Emma said cheerfully. “I asked Adrian Sinir for your phone number through mutual legal contacts.”
Olivia smiled, settling into her apartment’sfortable armchair. “Of course I remember our arrangement.”
Her voice was warm despite her recent pack troubles. Emma’s human warmth provided a wee contrast to the cold pack politics she had been navigating.
“I’m so relieved,” Emmaughed. “I was worried you might have changed your mind.”
“Not at all. I’m looking forward to meeting everyone properly.”
Emma’s enthusiasm bubbled through the phoné. “I’ve booked a private room at Moonrise Grand Restaurant for 7 PM. Would you like Adrian to pick you <b>up</b>?<b>” </b>
Olivia politely declined, her tone gracious. “Thank you, but I’ll drive myself. I prefer having my own transportation.”
“That’s perfectly fine,” Emma replied warmly. “We’ll see you at seven then.”
They exchanged pleasant goodbyes, Emma’s genuine kindness lifting Olivia’s spirits after the difficult pack proceedings.
At six in the afternoon, Olivia changed her clothes and prepared to leave her apartment. She applied <b>light </b>makeup and chose a beige dress with a matching coat.
Her honey–brown hair cascaded in gentle waves over her shoulders. The soft colorplemented her amber eyes perfectly.
Arriving at the restaurant, Olivia parked her modest BMW sedan in the underground garage. <b>The </b>familiar weight of her car keys feltforting in her palm.
She encountered Emma Turner with her daughter Sophie near the restaurant <b>entrance</b>. Emma’s <b>face </b><b>lit </b><b>up </b>
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with genuine human warmth.
“Olivia! You look absolutely lovely,” Emma called out, waving enthusiastically.
Sophie, a bright–eyed little girl, greeted Olivia sweetly. “Hello, Miss Winters!”
Her innocent smile reminded Olivia painfully of young Grace Winters. The resemnce tugged at her heart
unexpectedly.
Olivia reached into her purse and pulled out a small gift bag tied with a pink bow. “I brought something for
Sophie.”
Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, you didn’t need to do that!”
“It’s just a small token,” Olivia insisted gently. “I thought of her fondly after our meeting in the park.”
Sophie opened the bag with careful fingers. Inside was a beautiful Rose Gold Designer Hair Clip with Pink.
Crystals.
The elegant hair essory sparkled under the restaurant’s soft lighting. Pink crystals caught the light like
tiny stars.
“It’s so beautiful!” Sophie eximed, her face radiant with joy. “Thank you so much, Miss Winters!” Emma tried to decline the generous gift. “This is too expensive, Olivia. We can’t ept something so
valuable.”
“Please, 1 insist,” Olivia said warmly. “It’s a small gift for a sweet child.”
Emma’s eyes misted with gratitude. “You’re incredibly kind. Thank you so much.”
Sophie clutched the hair clip carefully, her small fingers tracing the delicate crystals with wonder.
“Miss Winters, I’ll escort you up,” Emma smiled warmly, gesturing toward the elevator.
“Of course,” Olivia replied graciously, following Emma and Sophie into the building.
They took the elevator to the third floor. Sophie asked her mother to help her put on the beautiful hair clip. “You look like a little princess,” Olivia praised enthusiastically, watching Sophie beam with pride.
When the elevator doors opened, Olivia was surprised to see Adrian Sinir already seated inside the private dining room. A kind elderly couple and a middle–aged man were also present.
Emma made the introductions with obvious pride. “This is my husband, Sophie’s father. And these are Adrian’s aunt and uncle.”
The elderly couple rose from their seats, their faces warm with gratitude. “Miss Winters, we can’t thank you enough for helping us find Sophie in the park.”
Sophie’s father stepped forward, his handshake firm and sincere. “You have our eternal gratitude for keeping our daughter safe.”
Adrian adjusted his gold–rimmed sses with a gentle smile. His charcoal suit was impable, his demeanor professionally warm,
“Good evening, partner,” he greeted Olivia warmly, rising from his chair.
Emmaughed at the formal address. “You can call her Olivia. We’re all friends here.”
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Emma gave Adrian a meaningful look, motioning for him to move closer to Olivia at the dining table<b>. </b>Her matchmaking intentions were barely concealed.
Adrian shook his head helplessly at the obvious attempt. His expression was both amused and slightly embarrassed.
Olivia asked with innocent curiosity, “What’s happening?<b>” </b>
Adrian exined diplomatically, his voice smooth and professional. “Emma wants us to sit together to discuss our potential legal partnership.”
He paused, meeting Olivia’s amber eyes directly. “I agree it would be beneficial for our professional coboration.”
Olivia was delighted to have such a dedicated and aplished potential partner. “That’s wonderful! Please, sit beside me so we can discuss the Moonstone Legal Partners establishment.”
Adrian gracefully moved to sit next to Olivia. His movements were elegant and controlled, befitting his refined background.
Emma smiled knowingly, murmuring under her breath. “Adrian and Olivia seem like a perfect match, both in their legal careers and personalpatibility.”
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