The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 139

Chapter 76: Passionate Night–1

Chapter 76: Passionate Night

(Olivia’s POV)

The door to my apartment closed behind us with a soft click. The heating system hummed quietly, creating a cocoon of warmth that contrasted with the snowy night outside. I was still riding the emotional high from the

news about Leah’s bone marrow match.

Connor’s presence filled my small living space, his tall frame and broad shoulders making everything else seem diminutive by comparison. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension as he moved closer.

“Olivia,” he murmured, his ice–blue eyes darkening as they locked with mine.

My heart hammered against my ribs as he closed the distance between us. His warm hands cupped my face with surprising gentleness for someone so powerful. When his lips finally met mine, the kiss was tender at

first, almost questioning.

That gentleness didn’t last long.

Connor pressed me backward until my legs hit the sofa. We tumbled onto it together, his solid weight pinning me deliciously against the cushions. His lips traveled from my mouth to my jaw, then down the sensitive

column of my neck.

“Livvy,” he whispered against my skin, using the intimate nickname that sent shivers down my spine. “I want to stay with you tonight, is that okay?”

I looked up into his eyes, now darkened to midnight blue as his wolf prowled close to the surface. The scent of his desire wrapped around me, making my own wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin.

“Yes,” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.

Connor’s answering smile was predatory, sending a delicious thrill through my body. His lips returned to mine with renewed hunger, his hands exploring with possessive intent.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, suddenly clumsy with anticipation. Connor chuckled against my lips, his hands covering mine to help. In moments, his shirt was discarded, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathed, tracing the defined muscles with trembling fingers.

“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” he replied, his voice carrying the deep timbre of his wolf.

My blouse and skirt soon joined his shirt on the floor. Connor’s eyes darkened further as they roamed over my lace–covered body. The hunger in his gaze made me feel powerful and desired in a way I’d never experienced before.

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