The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 104

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Chapter 57: Cooperation in the Shadows–2

I pursed my lips, half reproachful, half shy. “You hid it well.”

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He reached out to ruffle my soft honey–brown hair, eyes full of tenderness. “I had to wait for you to grow up.”

A trace of sadness flashed in his gaze. “Once you graduated college, I immediately asked your father for your hand in marriage. But you refused and even ran away from

your pack.”

My cheeks flushed with guilt. I looked away, muttering, “I… I thought my dad was sacrificing me for the pack alliance. How was I supposed to know you’d been

planning this all along? You didn’t tell me anything. So unfair…”

Suddenly, Connor made a pained face and hissed, “Ow, my wound really hurts.”

I panicked instantly, eyes darting to his injury. “Did you’move and tear it? I’ll call the

doctor!”

Instead, he pulled me gently into his arms, chin resting on my head. His low voice

was soft and coaxing.

“Just hold me a bit and it won’t hurt anymore.”

I laughed, realizing his little trick. “You’re teasing me.”

“I’m not,” he murmured, stroking my hair gently. “It really hurts. Be good, let me hold you, then it won’t hurt.”

I nestled quietly into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat and scent envelop me. In his arms, I momentarily forgot all my troubles, including Ethan’s disturbing words. Connor’s warmth was like a shield, protecting me from the chaos that seemed

determined to follow us.

(Ethan’s POV)

I stumbled through the hotel lobby, my head pounding from a night of heavy drinking. The memory of Olivia’s car lurching toward me, the cold determination in her amber eyes as she rejected me completely–it was all too much.

“Mr. Grey.”

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A crisp female voice cut through my alcohol–induced haze. I turned, surprised to see a young woman draped head–to–toe in luxury brands. Her face was unfamiliar, though something about her appearance suggested connections to the Rivers family.

“Do we know each other?” I asked, approaching warily.

The woman leaned back lazily on the sofa, raising her chin slightly. “We’re about to.”

Her confidence was irritating, but I was intrigued enough to sit across from her. My tone remained guarded.

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