Chapter 220 Through the Shadows
<b>Chapter </b><b>220</b><b>: </b><b>Through </b><b>the </b>Shadows
<b>Chapter </b><b>220</b>: Through <b>the </b>Shadows
<b>(</b><b>Olivia’s </b><b>POV</b><b>) </b>
The haunted house maze stretched before us, dimly lit with faint red lights that cast eerie shadows <b>on </b><b>the </b>walls. Terrifying music echoed through the narrow corridors, creating an atmosphere <b>that </b><b>made </b>my <b>werewolf </b>senses go on high alert.
Despite my enhanced hearing picking up the artificial scents and mechanical sounds, I <b>felt </b>only <b>slightly </b>nervous as Connor and I walked together through the maze. His steady presence beside me providedfort in the manufactured darkness.
The red lighting flickered intermittently, making the fake cobwebs and stic skeletons appear more menacing than they actually were. My werewolf instincts could distinguish between real threats <b>and </b>theatrical props, but the atmosphere still managed to create an unsettling mood.
Connor walked calmly beside me, his Alphaposure unshaken by the spooky decorations. His hand brushed against mine asionally as we navigated the narrow passages, sending warmth through our <b>mate </b>bond.
Suddenly, a “ghost” dropped from above without warning. The figure wore a tattered red wedding gown<b>, </b>its hair disheveled and matted with fake blood. Pale makeup covered its face, with crimson tears painted down its cheeks.
The sudden appearance startled mepletely. I screamed instinctively and threw myself into Connor’s arms, my werewolf reflexes seeking the safety of my mate’s protection.
Connor reacted swiftly, brushing aside the prop with one fluid motion while wrapping his other arm around me. His voice was gentle and reassuring as he spoke.
“It’s just a harmless decoration, Livvy. Nothing to fear.”
I trembled in Connor’s embrace, my heart racing from the unexpected scare, He tenderly patted my back, his touch soothing my frayed nerves with practiced ease.
His warmth enveloped me, making me feel safe despite the manufactured terror surrounding us. The mate bond pulsed between us, his calm energy helping to steady my racing pulse.
After a few moments, I managed to calm down slightly. Embarrassment flooded through me as I realized how dramatically I had reacted to a simple prop.
“I’m sorry for overreacting,” I apologized, feeling foolish for being so easily frightened.
Connor’s response was soft and understanding. “Hmm,” he acknowledged gently, then quietly took my hand in his.
His fingers intertwined with mine, providing steady reassurance as we continued through <b>the </b>maze<b>. The </b>simple gesture spoke volumes about his <b>protective </b><b>nature </b>and growing affection.
As we moved forward, another surprise awaited us. <b>A </b>hand suddenly reached <b>out </b><b>from </b><b>a </b><b>hidden </b><b>alcove in </b><b>the </b>wall, <b>grasping </b>at the air near my shoulder.
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Connor swiftly <b>pulled </b><b>me </b><b>into </b><b>his </b><b>embrace</b>, <b>his </b><b>Alpha reflexes </b><b>protecting </b><b>me </b><b>from </b><b>the </b><b>startling </b><b>prop</b>. Simultaneously<b>, </b><b>a white</b>–<b>d </b><b>ghost </b>on <b>roller </b>skates <b>appeared</b>, circling <b>around </b><b>us </b><b>with </b><b>theatrical </b><b>ir</b><b>. </b>
The actor wore flowing white robes and a ghoulish mask, gliding smoothly on wheels as <b>it </b><b>performed </b>its <b>scripted </b><b>routine</b>. <b>Connor </b>recognized <b>it </b>immediately as just another performer ying <b>their </b><b>role</b>.
He gently pressed my head against his chest<b>, </b>shielding my eyes from the circling specter. His <b>voice </b><b>remained </b><b>polite </b><b>despite </b><b>the </b>circumstances.
<b>“</b>Could you please make way for us to pass<b>?</b><b>” </b>
The actor seemed surprised by Connor’s courteous request. Most visitors either screamed orughed<b>, </b><b>but </b>Connor’smanding Alpha presence and polite demeanor caught them off guard.
After a moment’s hesitation, the performer moved aside, allowing us to continue through the maze. Connor’s natural authority had earned us respectful treatment even in this theatrical setting.
Connor continued tofort me as we walked, his steady presence helping to calm my nerves. But <b>the </b>umted scares had taken their toll on myposure.
“I can’t continue,” I admitted reluctantly. “I want to leave.”
Connor agreed immediately, understanding my fear without judgment. “Of course. Let’s get you out of here.”
He pulled out his phone and made a quick call to the carnival management. His Alpha status and connections ensured prompt assistance in situations like this.
Within minutes, a staff member appeared as if from nowhere. They opened a hidden door in the maze wall, revealing a service corridor that led directly outside.
The employee showed the deference typically orded to Connor’s status, bowing slightly as they escorted us through the emergency exit. Their respectful manner confirmed Connor’s influence extended even to
entertainment venues.
Emerging from the dimly lit haunted house into bright sunlight, I experienced a moment of dizziness. My werewolf eyes needed time to adjust from the artificial darkness to natural daylight.
Connor supported me immediately, his strong arm steadying me as my vision cleared. “Are you okay, Livvy?”
“I’m fine,” I confirmed, grateful for his attentiveness and support.
We waited near the haunted house exit, watching other visitors emerge from the attraction. Connor remained
close, his protective instincts still heightened from our experience inside.
About ten minutester, our friends finally appeared. Lily emerged first<b>, </b>her eyes bright with excitement and
adrenaline from the thrilling experience.
Ethan Quinn followed behind her, looking distinctly pale and shaken. His usual confident demeanor had been
reced by obvious relief at escaping the manufactured horrors.
“That was amazing!” Lily eximed, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. “The special effects were so
realistic!
Ethan shuddered visibly at her words. “I never want to set foot in another haunted house again. <b>That </b>was
terrifying.”
Lily teased him mercilessly for his cowardice, her earlier angerpletely forgotten in <b>the </b><b>face of </b><b>his </b>
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vulnerable admission. “<b>You’re </b>such a scaredy–cat, Ethan<b>. </b>
<b>“</b><b>Let’s </b><b>try </b>the log flume next<b>,</b><b>” </b>she suggested, already <b>looking </b>toward <b>the </b>water <b>ride </b><b>with </b><b>eager </b><b>anticipation </b>
Ethan’s face paled further as he followed her gaze to the towering water attraction. He opened his mouth to
refuse, but Lily was already walking toward the log flume.
<b>“</b>Come on, follow me,” she called over her shoulder, not waiting for his response.
Gabriel Andrews and Sophie Shaw emerged together momentster. Sophie looked frightened <b>and </b>overwhelmed by the haunted house experience, clinging to Gabriel’s arm for support.
Gabrielforted her with unusual tenderness, his typical casual demeanor reced by genuine concern. This protective behavior waspletely different from his usual approach to dating.
“Are you alright, baby?” he asked softly, his voice filled with care.
Gabriel then turned to Connor and me with a suggestion. “Would you like to join us <b>at </b>the marine exhibit<b>? </b>They have beluga whales performing today.”
Connor declined politely, his attention focused entirely on myfort. “Thank you, but we’ll pass.”
Gabriel nodded understandingly, then walked off with Sophie, his arm protectively around her shoulders. Their intimate bodynguage spoke of a deeper connection than Gabriel’s usual casual rtionships.
I watched them go, noting the significant change in Gabriel’s behavior. “He’s be so protective of her. This rtionship seems different from his others.”
Connor agreed with a knowing smile, recognizing the signs of a serious mate bond developing. “Some connections change everything.”
“What else do you want to y?” Connor asked tenderly, his Alpha instincts focused entirely on myfort
and enjoyment.
I pointed to another attraction that seemed appealing, and Connor agreed to apany me.
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