The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 100

Chapter 55: ICU Awakening and the Storm Outside–2

“Of course.”

The thought of Livvy cooking for me, preparing something with her own hands specifically for my recovery, filled me with a warmth that had nothing to do with the sunlight streaming through the window.

(Connor’s POV)

She leaned close to adjust my pillows, her delicate floral–fruity scent enveloping me, making my heart melt. For a fleeting second, I believed she might kiss me, and my

heart sweetened like honey, pounding with a shy, nervous anticipation.

It would be the very first time my Livvy initiated such intimacy outside of our night

together.

Just then, the hospital bed’s headrest slowly rose instead. “I’m adjusting your bed so you can sit up comfortably and eat,” she explained.

Realizing my mistake, I felt a little silly, like a lovesick young man, but a warm smile

rose on my lips nonetheless. Even injured, I couldn’t help but want her closer.

(Olivia’s POV)

I set up a small table over Connor’s lap, carefully placing paper napkins, then the

container. Opening it revealed the freshly prepared dishes I’d made with such care- lightly steamed vegetables and tender venison.

“The doctor said you should eat lighter food while you recover, so I made you

vegetables and some meat, balanced with healing properties,” I explained, placing

each dish down with gentle care.

Connor watched me quietly, his ice–blue eyes following my every movement. There was something in his gaze a mixture of tenderness and disbelief–that made my

heart flutter.

I lined up the little bowls steamed vegetables, venison, fragrant white rice, and a

bowl of healing broth.

“That’s quite a lot,” Connor remarked with a soft chuckle. “What kind of broth is this?”

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“Herb with wild game,” I replied, scooping a spoonful. I blew on it gently and raised it

to his lips. “Try some.”

(Olivia’s POV)

Just as he lowered his head to sip, his gaze halted abruptly. He spotted the blister on my right index finger.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, his voice suddenly sharp with concern.

I tried to hide it, but it was too late. “I just… burned myself a little in the kitchen. It’s nothing, just a blister.”

Connor’s ice–blue eyes reddened, his voice thick with distress. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” I insisted softly, touched by his concern. “Compared to what you suffered, this is nothing.”

The silver wound in his side was so much worse than my tiny kitchen burn. I couldn’t bear him worrying about something so trivial when he was the one in a hospital bed.

(Connor’s POV)

I reached out to gently hold her slender wrist, bowing my head to blow lightly on her

burn, again and again. My voice was hoarse with tenderness as I said, “Liar. Burns always hurt.”

Olivia’s amber eyes misted over, but she shook her head, her voice trembling with

affection. “Really, it doesn’t. Next to your wound, it’s nothing at all.”

My fingers cupped her cheek with infinite care. “If you get hurt, even a tiny bit, I’ll feel

heartache.”

Her lashes quivered as she finally let herself lean into my warmth, her soft voice calling, “Con…”

That sweet, affectionate call nearly undid all my composure. I pulled her close, pressing warm kisses to her smooth forehead, flushed cheek, then her soft lips,

tasting her sweetness and relief in one.

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