(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.

the right to court me

evening, I returned home to find him still there. This time, he had spread Stone

the darkness as he worked through pack finances and territorial agreements. Maxwell Chen's car was parked nearby, the assistant waiting patiently for

of my vehicle. Hope flared in their depths, quickly followed by disappointment when I walked past without a

softly. His voice carried the authority of an Alpha King, but also something I'd never heard before

door but didn't turn around. My

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need you

whimper. But I forced myself to enter

broad shoulders were hunched

Every morning, the white moonflowers. Every

because I forgave him, but because

a decision. If Ethan wanted to talk, then we

our mate

link crackled to life between

sent through the bond, keeping my message brief

(Ethan's POV)

message hit me

crucial Stone

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