The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 141

© Chapter 77. A Celd Night

Chapter 77: A Cold Night–1

Chapter 77: A Cold Night

(Ethan’s POV)

The sight of Connor Rivers standing in Olivia’s doorway wearing nothing but a towel sent waves of rage through my entire body. My wolf clawed beneath my skin, desperate to break free and tear into the rival Alpha. The love bites marking his muscled torso were like daggers to my heart–visible proof that Olivia had been intimate with him.

These weren’t ordinary marks. They were deep enough to remain visible even on an Alpha werewolf, whose healing abilities should have erased them within minutes. The only explanation was that they had been made with intense passion–the kind that comes from true mates.

My stomach twisted painfully at the thought. The scent of their lovemaking hung heavy in the air, an unmistakable mixture of Connor’s dominant Alpha musk and Olivia’s sweet fragrance.

“She’s mine,” I growled, my voice barely recognizable as my wolf pushed forward.

Connor’s smirk only fueled my rage. “Not anymore.”

The casual confidence in his voice, the way he leaned against the doorframe as if he belonged there–it was more than I could bear. With a snarl that ripped from deep in my chest, I lunged toward him, my fists clenched and my blue eyes flashing with the dangerous light of a challenged Alpha heir.

My wolf howled with jealous rage inside me, demanding blood, demanding retribution. How dare he touch what was mine? How dare he mark her and be marked by her?

Connor moved with supernatural speed, dodging my attack as if I were moving in slow motion. His fist connected with my jaw before I could react, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through my skull. Before I could recover, his foot slammed into my chest, sending me staggering backward into the hallway wall. The plaster cracked behind me from the force of the impact.

“What right do you have to challenge me?” Connor asked, his ice–blue eyes cold with disdain. “What right do you have to come here and disrupt Olivia’s life again?”

I pushed myself away from the wall, my wolf refusing to submit despite the pain. “I have every right. She was

mine first.”

Connor’s laugh was devoid of humor. “I gave you a chance,” he said, his voice carrying the unmistakable authority of a true Alpha. “Three years ago, when Livvy went with you, I convinced myself that as long as she was happy, I would let you be together.”

His words hit me like physical blows, momentarily stunning me more effectively than his fist had.

“But what about you? How did you treat her?” Connor continued, advancing toward me with predatory grace. “You treated her like a replacement for Cassandra. You made her feel second–best every single day.” My wolf retreated slightly as the truth of his words penetrated my anger. Had I really done that to Olivia?

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