<b>Chapter </b>231: <b>Hearts </b><b>Divided </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>231</b>: Hearts Divided
<b>(</b><b>Olivia’s </b>POV)
Reba Frost is two years younger than me, twenty–five years old this year, and has always been <b>single</b><b>, </b>never having been in a rtionship. Never having been in a rtionship doesn’t mean she doesn’t have someone she likes. She has been single for so many years because she has someone impossible in her heart.
I knew who the person in Reba’s heart was – a man named River Hayes, the son of the Frost family’s housekeeper.
The reason why Reba had been single for so many years was because she was in love with River <b>Hayes</b><b>, </b>who had a normal family background. It was impossible for the Frost pack to agree with them being together. Reba had once bravely confessed her feelings to River Hayes, but River had refused her.
I watched Reba carefully as she examined a silk scarf, her fingers tracing the delicate pattern. Her
expression was distant, lost in thoughts I knew all too well.
“Reba,” I said gently, “can I ask you something personal?”
She looked up, her eyes focusing on me. “Of course, Liv. What is it?”
“Do you still think about River Hayes? Have you ever considered liking someone else?<b>” </b>
Reba’s smile turned bitter, and she set down the scarf. “He’s be my obsession<b>, </b>hasn’t he? I don’t seem to have the strength to like someone new again.”
These years, Reba had not been in a rtionship, and neither had River. Lily and I could tell that River had feelings for Reba, but he knew he was not worthy of her and didn’t want her to suffer with him.
“Reba, do you remember Tyler Davis?” I asked, changing the subject carefully.
She frowned slightly, thinking. “Tyler Davis? He’s Ethan Quinn’s friend, right? We ate together before.”
“Yes, that’s him. I met him at a pack gathering recently, and he mentioned that he had met you at your house when he went to see your brother.”
Reba’s frown deepened. “I don’t remember that at all.”
“Have you seen him recently?” I pressed gently.
“Actually, yes. <b>I </b>saw him at thepany yesterday.” She shrugged. “Why do you ask?”
“Did he ask for your contact information?”
Reba shook her head. “No, he didn’t. Should he have?”
I considered whether to tell Reba that Tyler Davis was interested in her, but decided against it. <b>The </b><b>timing </b>didn’t feel right, especially with her heart still so clearly upied by River.
“I just mentioned it because I thought it was strange that he had met you before,” I said casually.
Reba didn’t suspect ything and chatted with me about other things. We spent another hour browsing through the boutique before finally heading home.
<b>Chapter </b>231, Hearts Divided
<b>After </b><b>shopping </b><b>with </b><b>Reba</b>, I <b>returned </b><b>to </b><b>my </b><b>private </b><b>vi</b><b>, </b>As the <b>car </b><b>drove </b>to <b>the </b>garden <b>in </b>front of the vit <b>area</b>, I saw a man sitting on a park bench and making <b>a </b>phone call <b>through </b><b>the </b><b>car </b><b>window </b>
<b>My </b>heart nearly stopped. It was Connor Rivers.
<b>Panic </b>shot through me as I worried that my father or stepmother would see him. What <b>was </b><b>he </b><b>doing </b><b>here </b>so openly<b>? </b>
<b>I </b>quickly got out of the car and walked toward him. “Connor, why are you here?”
Connor looked up at me, and I could see his eyes taking in my beautiful outfit from the shopping <b>trip</b>. His gaze lingered on the flowing fabric of my dress, appreciation clear in his expression.
Connor hung up the phone and pulled me into his arms without hesitation. “I missed you,” he said simply<b>. </b>Despite my worry about being seen, I melted into his embrace. “I missed you too, but I had things to do today.”
Connor’s arms tightened around me. “What things were more important than me?”
“I went shopping with my best friend,” I exined, trying to keep my voice light.
Connor’s blue eyes searched my face intently. “When will you give me a title?”
The question hung between us like a challenge. I could hear the frustration and longing in his voice. “Listen to me,” I soothed, ncing around nervously. “Let’s go home and talk.”
Connor agreed to go home. I took his hand and led him toward my house, my heart racing with both excitement and anxiety.
Connor looked around as we entered, taking in the elegant décor and personal touches that reflected my taste. “This is very you,” he said with a small smile.
But his expression grew serious again quickly. “When will you give me a title, Olivia?”
I could see the vulnerability beneath his confident exterior. Connor Rivers, the powerful Alpha whomanded respect from everyone, was asking me for something I wasn’t ready to give publicly. “Connor, you have to understand-”
“I’m anxious because there are other men interested in you,” he interrupted, his voice tight with emotion.
I reached out to touch his face gently. “Those men are not a threat to you. Are you not confident in yourself<b>?</b><b>” </b>Connor’s jaw clenched. “I’m afraid of losing you again, Olivia. I can’t go through that pain another time.”
His raw honesty touched something deep in my heart. This powerful Alpha was showing me his greatest fear – losing me.
“Connor,” I whispered, stepping closer to him. “You don’t need…”
Connor suddenly lowered his head, his lips touching <i>mine</i><i>, </i>and I swallowed back the words I <b>hadn’t </b>finished saying.
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