## Chapter 63: Drunken Confessions
(Connor's POV)
I watched Olivia sleep, her face peaceful in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She looked so vulnerable, so different from the fiercely independent woman I knew her to be. My wolf stirred protectively within me, satisfied to have her safe under my watch.
Just as I was about to leave her bedroom, she stirred, her honey-brown hair splaying across the pillow. Her slender fingers suddenly reached out, catching my shirt sleeve with surprising strength.
"Don't go," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and lingering intoxication. "Tell me a... Grey..."
I froze, ice flooding my veins. Had she just called out for Grey? Ethan Grey?
My jaw clenched involuntarily, jealousy flaring hot and sharp through my chest. After everything that man had
