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My phone felt heavy in my hand as Matriarch Evelyn's voice continued through the speaker.

"Alpha Blackwood is waiting for you downstairs, dear," she said, her tone warm but leaving no room for argument. "A fine young Alpha from a respected bloodline. Tve arranged everything"

I closed my eyes, fighting the wave of frustration that threatened to overwhelm me "Grandmother, I appreciate your concern, but I'm not interested in dating right

now"

"Nonsense," she replied briskly. "You need protection, Olivia. Someone to stand against Ethan and that woman. Alpha Blackwood comes from a powerful family with connections throughout the Northern

Territories"

Her voice softened. "Give him a chance. For me."

I sighed, knowing resistance was futile. The Matriarch rarely took no for an answer, especially when she believed she was acting in someone's best interest.

"Fine," I conceded reluctantly. "One dinner."

"Excellent!" Her satisfaction was palpable even through the phone. "He's waiting in the black Rolls-Royce Ghost at the main entrance. Don't keep him waiting."

the call,

My reflection in the polished doors showed a woman I barely recognized-thinner, more haunted, but somehow stronger than before. The emerald eyes staring

I straightened my posture. Whatever this dinner

dignity.

lobby was nearly empty as I crossed it, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Through doors, I

attention was immediately captured by another vehicle-Ethan's distinctive black Rolls-Royce

watched, Victoria Frost emerged from the building, her perfect makeup and designer clothes a stark

inside.

could see her lean across the seat and press her lips against Ethan's in a lingering kiss. The sight sent

of my colleagues who were leaving for the day noticed the scene, their whispered comments

even try to hide

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knows

locked her in a basement with rats. Can

walking, my chin held high despite the

I was being set up with someone else. The truth of our broken relationship was becoming

an air of confidence that spoke of his status. His tailored suit probably cost more than my monthly salary, and his shoes gleamed in the late afternoon

his voice deep and cultured. "It's an honor to