Chapter 395
(Olivia’s POV)
The next morning, I woke to the familiar scent of white moonflowers drifting through my cottage window. My wolf stirred uneasily, recognizing the Alpha’s presence before I even looked outside.
There he was again. Ethan Stone stood at the entrance of Maple Grove Cottage Complex, holding a fresh bouquet of my favorite flowers.
His powerful Alpha presence was impossible to ignore, even from three stories up. The morning sunlight caught the amber flecks in his eyes as he gazed up at my window with desperate hope.
I deliberately turned away from the window. My wolf bristled at his persistent courtship, rejecting the mate bond that still connected us despite everything.
This had been going on for days now. Every morning, the same routine.
Ethan would arrive before dawn, positioning himself where I couldn’t miss him when I left for work. His expensive suits were always perfectly pressed, his dark hair immaculately styled.
But there was something different about him now. Something vulnerable that hadn’t been there before.
The flowers were always fresh white moonflowers, never wilted or carelessly chosen. He must have them specially delivered each morning from the Sacred Grove where they grew wild.
I grabbed my crystal design portfolio and headed for the back exit. I refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.
My wolf whined softly, confused by my rejection of our mate. But I pushed down those instincts.
Ethan Stone had forfeited the right to court me the day he chose Victoria over our daughter.
That evening, I returned home to find him still there. This time, he had spread Stone Pack business documents across a makeshift desk under the moonlight.
His laptop glowed in the darkness as he worked through pack finances and territorial agreements. Maxwell Chen’s car was parked nearby, the assistant waiting patiently for his Alpha.
Ethan’s amber eyes found mine the moment I stepped out of my vehicle. Hope flared in their depths, quickly followed by disappointment when I walked past without a word.
“Olivia,” he called softly. His voice carried the authority of an Alpha King, but also something I’d never heard before – pleading.
I paused at my cottage door but didn’t turn around. My hand trembled slightly on the doorknob.
“I’ll wait as long as it takes,” he said. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know that I’m not giving up.”
The vulnerability in his voice made my wolf whimper. But I forced myself to enter the cottage without responding.
Through my window, I watched him work until nearly midnight. His broad shoulders were hunched over the documents, occasionally running his hands through his dark hair in frustration.
This continued for a full week. Every morning, the white moonflowers. Every evening, the patient vigil under the stars.
My resolve was beginning to crack. Not because I forgave him, but because his persistence was wearing down my defenses.
On the seventh day, I made a decision. If Ethan wanted to talk, then we would talk. But it would be on my terms.
I reopened our mate bond communication for the first time in months. The mental link crackled to life between us, and I felt his shock through the connection.
“Time, location,” I sent through the bond, keeping my message brief and businesslike.
(Ethan’s POV)
The message hit me like lightning during a crucial Stone Pack Enterprises board meeting. My heart soared with hope as Olivia’s voice echoed through our reopened mate bond.
She had unblocked our mental connection. After months of silence, my true mate was finally willing to communicate.
I immediately stood from the conference table, my amber eyes blazing with excitement. The board members looked startled by my sudden movement.
“Maxwell, take over the meeting, I commanded, my Alpha voice brooking no argument. “Handle the quarterly projections and territorial expansion proposals.”
Maxwell Chen nodded efficiently, though I caught the surprise in his expression. I never left important meetings for personal matters.
But this wasn’t just personal. This was everything.
I rushed to my private office and immediately dialed Olivia’s number. My hands actually trembled as I pressed the call button.
The phone rang once before she disconnected. My wolf whined at the rejection, but I forced myself to remain calin.
Another message came through our bond: “Busy, just tell me the time and location.”
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Chapter 395
Her
mental
voice was cold a and distant, but she was communicating.” That had to
count for something.
I didn’t
attempt another call. Instead, I carefully composed a text message, choosing each word with the precision
of a
diplomatic treaty.
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