The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 117

Chapter 65: Cruel Alpha, Tender Mate–1

Chapter 65: Cruel Alpha, Tender Mate

(Connor’s POV)

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“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 whisper. “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.”

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Her eyes were haunted, seeing horrors I couldn’t imagine.

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“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 whispered, 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

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