Chapter 122: The Alpha’s Defiance
Chapter 122: The Alpha’s Defiance
(Connor’s POV)
“Isn’t it because I haven’t had time to notify you yet?” I checked my Timber Wolf Chronograph Watch, the platinum gleaming under the foyer lights. “It’s getting late, I have to take the documents and leave quickly.” Eleanor frowned slightly, her amber eyes flashing with disapproval. Her tone carried a hint of reproach that made my wolf bristle with irritation.
“Have dinner before you go,” she insisted, stepping closer with the authority of a pack elder. “I’ll cover for you if anything happens.”
I dismissed her offer with a wave of my hand, my Ice–blue eyes cold and distant. “You can’t represent Rivers Pack Headquarters alone, Grandmother.”
My voice carried the finality of an Alpha who would not be swayed. “You’ll soon receive a call to return for a board meeting.”
Without another word, I turned and headed for the stairs. The Moonlight pack family stood frozen in the foyer, their expressions shifting from confusion to offense.
Professor Edmund Blackwood cleared his throat, his scholarly demeanor barely concealing his growing irritation. “What does your grandson mean by this?”
His voice rose with indignation as he gestured toward his granddaughter. “Victoria is such an accomplished young woman, and he didn’t even say hello when she stood in front of him.”
Edmund’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Is he pretending not to know, or does he really not understand what
this meal means?”
Eleanor’s face flushed with embarrassment, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her composed exterior. The
insult to the Moonlight pack was unmistakable.
Vanessa Reed watched the scene unfold with barely concealed satisfaction. Her violet eyes gleamed with
malicious pleasure as she observed Victoria’s humiliation.
This pretentious little princess isn’t worthy of my foster brother, she thought smugly. Connor has better taste than to settle for some bookish academic’s granddaughter.
Eleanor forced a strained smile, her diplomatic training warring with her wounded pride. “Connor is probably just in a hurry with urgent pack business.”
Her voice carried false brightness that fooled no one. “We’ll introduce him to Victoria properly later when he
has more time.”
Vanessa and Victoria’s eyes met across the uncomfortable silence. Victoria offered a polite smile, her refined upbringing demanding courtesy/despite the slight.
But Vanessa’s expression remained coldly hostile, her violet eyes boring into Victoria with undisguised jealousy. She looked away dismissively, leaving Victoria confused by the unexpected animosity.
What did I do to earn such hatred? Victoria wondered, her confidence shaken by the foster daughter’s
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obvious dislike.
In the study, I pulled out my phone and dialed Rivers Pack Headquarters. My fingers moved with practiced efficiency as I arranged the perfect excuse.
“Schedule an emergency board meeting for tonight,” I commanded, my voice carrying absolute authority Send notifications to all senior pack members immediately.”
Ten minutes later, both Eleanor and my father William received urgent calls. The familiar ringtone echoed through the mansion like a death knell for their matchmaking plans.
William answered his phone with growing resignation, already knowing who was responsible for this convenient emergency. His son had outmaneuvered them all.
Gerald Rivers had officially transferred pack authority to me months ago. I was now the most influential Alpha in the Rivers pack, with power that even Eleanor couldn’t challenge.
Eleanor hung up her phone, her face pale with the realization that she could no longer control her grandson. The board meeting was mandatory for all senior pack members.
Evangeline Blackwood noticed Eleanor’s stricken expression and leaned forward with concern. “Is something wrong, dear?”
Eleanor forced another fake smile, her pride preventing her from admitting defeat. “Just some minor pack business that requires attention.”
She couldn’t reveal that her grandson had deliberately sabotaged the dinner to avoid meeting Victoria. The humiliation would be too great.
With the phone call providing perfect justification, I had successfully created a reason to escape the matchmaking dinner. My wolf purred with satisfaction at the tactical victory.
I came downstairs carrying my Strategic Document Portfolio, the leather case providing tangible proof of urgent business. My expression remained coldly professional as I headed for the door.
“Connor!” Eleanor’s voice rang out sharply, her authority as pack elder demanding obedience. “Stop right
there!”
I turned back slowly, my ice–blue eyes meeting her amber ones with calculated indifference. I waved the file bag casually, as if the contents were more important than any social obligation.
“I’m busy with pack business, Grandmother,” I stated flatly. “The board meeting cannot wait.”
Eleanor’s face darkened with fury, her wolf rising to challenge mine. “You can’t pretend you don’t know what this dinner was arranged for!”
I looked directly at Victoria for the first time, my expression remaining coldly polite. “Hello, Miss Blackwood.” My tone was formal and distant/carrying no warmth whatsoever. “I apologize for my complete disinterest in matchmaking arrangements and any future plans for mating.”
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“I suggest you don’t waste your time on me,” I continued mercilessly. “Find someone who actually wants what you’re offering.”
Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked toward the door. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the stunned silence like gunshots.
“Connor Rivers!” Eleanor’s voice cracked like a whip, her authority pushed beyond its limits. “You will not leave this house!”

Her voice carried genuine distress as she tried to salvage the situation. “He’s been under tremendous stress with pack business lately.”
“We’ll provide appropriate compensation for this misunderstanding,” I offered quickly. “And we’d be honored to discuss future cooperation between our packs.”

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