<b>Chapter </b>223: The Alpha’s Pursuit–2
The trial proved moreplex than anticipated. What should have been a straightforward contract interpretation became a heated debate over territorial jurisdiction and packw precedents.
By the time the judge called for recess at 6:30 PM, I was mentally exhausted but satisfied with my performance. The opposing counsel had been unprepared for my thorough research into local pack customs and territorial regtions.
As I exited the courthouse, the setting sun painted the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. The mountain air was crisp and refreshing after hours in the stuffy courtroom.
That’s when I spotted Connor’s Connor’s Obsidian ck Bentley with Custom tes parked across the street. He stood beside the luxury vehicle, dressed casually in a simple ck shirt and dark pants that somehow made him look even more striking against the sunset backdrop.
I started walking toward him, but paused when I noticed a woman approaching Connor from the opposite direction. She was an omega werewolf with an obviously provocative style, wearing a bright sundress that left little to the imagination.
From my position a few steps away, I could overhear their conversation clearly.
“Excuse me,” the woman said in a sultry voice, positioning herself directly in Connor’s path. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you looking for someone to show you around town?”
Connor was on his phone, conducting what sounded like pack business. He waved her off dismissively without even looking at her properly.
Undeterred, the woman persisted. “I’d be happy to be your free tour guide. We could get to know each other better.<b>” </b>
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Connor finished his call and finally turned his attention to the persistent omega. His expression was cold and uninterested.
“Your face is too gorgeous,” she continued boldly. “I’ve never seen such a perfect Alpha in reality. Are you local?”
“No,” Connor replied curtly. “I’m here to pick up my mate.”
The woman’s confidence faltered slightly. “Where is your mate?”
Connor turned around, his ice–blue eyes scanning the area until they found me standing a few steps b him. His entire demeanor transformed instantly, the cold mask melting away to reveal warmth and affection.
“Livvy,” he called out, his voice soft with genuine pleasure.
He approached me with quick strides, leaving the confused omega behind. “What are you doing here?” I asked, though my heart was already racing with happiness at seeing him.
“I wasn’t particrly busy recently and wanted to apany you,” Connor exined, his eyes never <b>leaving </b>my face. “I learned from yourw firm that you were on a business trip.”
He gestured toward the scenic mountains surrounding us. “Since it’s peak tourism season and <b>the </b><b>scenery </b><b>is </b>supposed to be spectacr<b>, </b>I thought I’de stay with you for a few days.”
Chapter 223 The Alphia’s Porsia–7
<b>I </b>considered his words carefully. Connor had traveled a considerable distance just to be with me and thoughtfulness of his gesture wasn’t lost on me.
<b>The </b>natural beauty of this territory was indeed healing for werewolves who spent too much time in stan <b>pack </b>environments. The clean mountain air and pristine forests called to something primal within me
I looked up at Connor, seeing the hope in his expression. “Okay, then let’s stay for a few days before going
back.”
Connor’s smile was radiant. “Where is your hotel? I’ll take you there.*
“Crescent Moon Grand Hotel Mistfall,” I replied.
“I’m staying there too,” Connor said, his satisfaction evident. “Let’s go back together.
“Mm,” I responded, not surprised by his choice. It was the best hotel in the county and certainly befitting an Alpha of his status.
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