Whisper - Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Cruel Alpha, Tender Mate – 1
( Connor's POV )
"What would I kill you for?" I asked coldly, my ice – blue eyes piercing through Jessica
Sullivan's terrified form.
She cowered in the metal chair, her once – beautiful features now marred by bruises and cuts. The basement of Shadow Den was dimly lit, casting harsh shadows across her face.
"Please," she whimpered, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks. "I know you hate me for what I did to Olivia, but-"
"Miss Sullivan," I cut her off, my voice dropping to a dangerous. "Since you're not willing to say anything useful, don't blame me for being impolite."
I stood up with a cold expression, my commanding presence filling the dimly lit basement. The concrete walls seemed to close in around us as I turned to leave.
"No!" Jessica cried out, her voice breaking with desperation. "Please don't go! Don't leave me alone again!"
Her chains rattled as she strained against her restraints, panic evident in her wild eyes.
"I'll tell you everything! Just please ... don't leave me here."
I paused but didn't turn around. My wolf growled within me, remembering how this woman had tried to harm Olivia.
"They kept me in a cage," Jessica sobbed, words tumbling out in a desperate rush.
"For months. Like an animal."
I slowly turned to face her, my expression remaining impassive despite the horror of her words.
"The men would come at night," she continued, her body trembling violently. "They'd ... they'd take turns. Said it was my punishment for failing their boss."
Her eyes were haunted, seeing horrors I couldn't imagine.
"They barely fed me. Just enough to keep me alive. Said damaged goods were still useful for ... for entertainment."
I remained silent, watching her break down completely.
"You're my only hope," she ed, her voice barely audible. "When they hurt me, I thought of you. Not because I believed you'd save me, but because I knew you'd kill them if you found out. That thought kept me alive."
Her confession hung in the air between us, raw and painful.
"Who ordered the hit on Olivia Winters?" I asked, my voice devoid of emotion.
Jessica's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Vanessa Reed. She orchestrated everything."
Despite already suspecting this, hearing the confirmation made my blood boil. My foster sister had tried to kill my mate.
"And Frederick Warner is backing her," Jessica added, her voice hollow. "He's the one who arranged my ... punishment."
I nodded once, absorbing this information without revealing my thoughts.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Sullivan."
Without another word, I turned and walked toward the exit, my footsteps echoing on the concrete floor.
"Wait!" she called out desperately. "What's going to happen to me now?"
I paused at the door, not bothering to look back. "That depends on how useful the rest of your information proves to be."
I left the Shadow Den basement without another word, closing the heavy metal door behind me. Marcus Shaw stood waiting in the hallway, his expression as impassive as ever.
"Extract everything she knows," I ordered, my voice cold. "Names, locations, plans.
Everything."
"Yes, Alpha," Marcus nodded, his eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts.
I felt no sympathy for Jessica Sullivan. The silver dagger she had intended for Olivia could have been fatal. My wolf snarled at the memory, protective instincts flaring.
No one who threatened my mate deserved mercy.
I checked my Timber Wolf Chronograph watch – the one Olivia had given me. It was nearly noon. She would be hungry when she woke up.
"I'll be back later," I told Marcus. "Call me if she reveals anything significant."
Without waiting for his response, I headed for the exit. My thoughts were already shifting to Olivia, my mood lightening at the prospect of seeing her again.
( Olivia's POV )
I woke to the most delicious aroma permeating my apartment. For a moment, I lay still, confused by the sounds of movement coming from my kitchen.
Then memories of the previous night and morning flooded back, bringing a rush of heat to my cheeks. Connor and I had ...
I buried my face in my pillow, equal parts embarrassed and elated. I'd never been so uninhibited, so completely myself with anyone before.
The scent of cooking food eventually lured me out of bed. I pulled on a robe and padded barefoot toward the kitchen, following the mouthwatering smell.
The sight that greeted me made me stop in my tracks.
Connor Rivers – powerful Alpha werewolf, feared businessman, and my childhood friend – stood at my stove wearing an apron. His broad shoulders moved with practiced ease as he stirred something in a pan.
"Are you just going to stand there watching me, or are you going to say good morning?" he asked without turning around, his enhanced senses having detected my presence.