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Chapter 36: Visit to the Past

(Olivia’s POV)

I woke to golden sunlight streaming through my curtains, the autumn breeze carrying

a crisp freshness through my half–open window.

After a simple breakfast of toast and coffee, I stood before my closet, contemplating

what to wear for my outing with Connor. I finally selected a black velvet long–sleeved vintage gown that hugged my curves perfectly. I let my honey–brown hair cascade in

natural waves over my shoulders.

Applying a bright red lipstick, I studied my reflection. The stark contrast between the

crimson lips and black dress highlighted my features–luminous amber eyes, high

nose bridge, thick brows, and almond–shaped eyes. The combination lent my appearance a sharp, aggressive brilliance.

Satisfied, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

Connor was already waiting, leaning casually against his black SUV, phone pressed to

his ear. His tall figure commanded attention even in simple dark jeans and a navy

sweater.

When he spotted me approaching, his ice–blue eyes lit up momentarily. He quickly

ended his call and slipped the phone into his pocket.

“This look really suits you today,” he said, his voice warm with appreciation.

I smiled, pleased by his reaction. “Thank you.”

He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in, breathing in the familiar scent of leather and his subtle cologne.

“Where are we going?” I asked as he settled into the driver’s seat.

His lips curved into a mysterious smile. “You’ll see soon.”

I noticed Frank Langley was absent today. Connor was driving himself, which was unusual for the heir of the Rivers pack.

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We left the bustling city center behind, the urban landscape gradually giving way to expansive golden fields that shimmered beneath the cloudless blue sky. I rolled my window down halfway, breathing in the cool wind scented faintly with wild

moonflowers.

Closing my eyes, I savored the moment–the gentle rumble of the engine, the whisper of wind through my hair, and Connor’s steady presence beside me.

After about twenty minutes along winding cement paths, the car slowed. I opened my eyes to see a modest rural cabin nestled among trees, smoke curling lazily from

its chimney.

Connor parked and turned to me with a gentle smile. “We’re here.”

Curiosity piqued, I stepped out of the car, smoothing my dress. The air here was

fresher, carrying the scent of pine and earth.

A middle–aged man with weathered skin and calloused hands emerged from the

cabin. His eyes widened in surprise before crinkling with genuine pleasure.

“Young Master Rivers! What a pleasant surprise,” he exclaimed, approaching us with a

warm smile. “If I’d known you were coming, I would have prepared something better.”

Connor clasped the man’s hand firmly. “Samuel, good to see you. How’s your

mother?”

“She’s well, thank you,” Samuel replied, then turned to me with curious eyes.

“This is Olivia Winters,” Connor introduced me.

Samuel’s face brightened with recognition. “Miss Winters? The daughter of Sarah

Winters?”

I blinked in surprise. How did this stranger know my mother?

Samuel turned toward the cabin and called out, “Ma! Ma–Miss Winters is here!”

I glanced at Connor, confusion evident in my expression. He simply squeezed my

hand reassuringly,

The cabin door creaked open, and an elderly, slightly plump woman emerged. Her steps were slow but determined, her eyes cloudy with age but shining with emotion.

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“Is that Livvy?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Let me look at you, child.”

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She approached, tears welling in her eyes as she studied my face. “I held you when you were just a child. You have your mother’s eyes.”

Hearing my mother mentioned so tenderly by this stranger sent a wave of emotion through me. Suddenly, a distant memory surfaced–a kind–faced woman in our kitchen, laughing with my mother as they prepared meals together.

“Grandma Dorothy?” I whispered, the childhood nickname coming naturally to my lips.

She nodded, tears spilling down her wrinkled cheeks. “Yes, child. It’s been too long.”

“Grandma Dorothy, I came to see you,” I choked out, my own eyes filling with tears.

She took my hands in her gnarled ones, pulling me gently toward the cabin. “Come inside, dear. Samuel, go buy some good ingredients. I want to cook for our guests.”

Samuel nodded and departed quickly. Dorothy led us into the cozy interior, which smelled of herbs and wood smoke.

“Sit, sit,” she urged, gesturing to a worn but clean sofa. “Let me look at you properly.”

As Connor and I settled, Dorothy began reminiscing, her voice warm with nostalgia. “Your mother was such a beautiful woman, inside and out. Did you know she was quite pampered as the Alpha’s daughter? Never had to lift a finger.”

I shook my head, eager to hear more about the woman I’d lost too soon.

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