The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 129

Chapter 71: A Tangled Web–1

Chapter 71: A Tangled Web

(Connor’s POV)

The night had stretched long, filled with reports and security briefings that demanded my full attention. As I finally left Rivers Pack Headquarters, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders. The first

thing I wanted was to hear Olivia’s voice.

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, leaning against my car as I waited for her to answer.

“Hello?” Her voice was soft, heavy with sleep.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, unable to keep the smile from my voice despite the exhaustion pulling at me.

“Mmm, I was waiting for your call,” she murmured, her words slightly slurred. “Just dozed off.”

I slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. “I’m sorry it’s so late. The situation with Jessica was…

complicated.”

“Is everything okay?” Concern sharpened her tone slightly.

“Nothing for you to worry about tonight,” I assured her, pulling onto the empty street. “I could come over if you want company.”

Her soft laugh warmed me from the inside. “You sound as tired as I feel. Get some rest, Con. I’ll see you

tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” I agreed, reluctant to end the call. “Sleep well, Liv.”

She hummed in response, her breathing already evening out. I kept the line open as I drove toward my private estate, finding comfort in the gentle rhythm of her breaths. My wolf, restless and agitated from the day’s events, gradually calmed at the sound.

Even from a distance, her presence soothed something primal within me. The knowledge that she was safe, warm in her bed, eased the tension that had built throughout the day.

I pulled into my driveway, still listening to her soft breathing through the phone. Only when I parked did I finally end the call, whispering a quiet goodnight she wouldn’t hear.

Raymond Brooks, my driver, was waiting as I approached the entrance. His usually stoic expression was

troubled.

“Alpha Rivers,” he greeted me with a slight bow. “Mr. Reeves has been calling repeatedly. He says it’s urgent.” My momentary peace evaporated instantly. “Put him through to my office line.”

I strode through the mansion, shrugging off my coat as I went. By the time I reached my office, the phone was already ringing.

“Dominic,” I answered, dropping into my chair. “What’s happened?”

“Two incidents, Alpha,” Dominic’s voice was tense. “Walter Jenkins committed suicide an hour ago by jumping from the roof of Harbor City Memorial Hospital.”

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