(Connor's POV)
I called Frank, keeping my voice low to avoid disturbing Olivia.
"I need you to bring my toiletries and a change of clothes to Ms. Winters' apartment," I instructed. "Leave them outside the door. No need to knock."
"Right away, Alpha," Frank replied efficiently.
While waiting, I checked that Olivia was comfortable, adjusting her blankets and making sure a glass of water and pain relievers were on her nightstand for the morning. She would need them, judging by how much she'd had to drink.
After Frank delivered my things, I took a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes. Then, with one last look at Olivia's peaceful form, I settled myself on the living room sofa.
It wasn't ideal—my tall frame barely fit—but it was the honorable choice. My wolf disagreed, wantin
