The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 143

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Chapter 78: Cold Hearts and Snow Wounds.

(Third person’s POV)

The insistent ringing of a phone cut through the peaceful darkness of Olivia’s bedroom. She groaned, reluctantly opening her amber eyes to glance at the clock–3:17 AM.

Connor’s arm tightened around her waist as she reached for her phone. His warm body pressed against her back, a comforting presence in the pre–dawn darkness.

“Who is it?” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

Olivia squinted at the screen. “Jason Mitchell.”

Connor growled softly, his wolf displeased at the interruption. “Ethan’s friend? At this hour?”

With a sigh, Olivia answered the call, putting it on speaker. “Jason, do you have any idea what time it is?” “Olivia, thank goodness you answered.” Jason’s voice was tense, urgent. “It’s Ethan. He’s in the hospital.”

Olivia sat up, her brow furrowing. “What happened?”

“He was found collapsed in the snow not far from your apartment building. Severe hypothermia. The doctors say he could have died if he hadn’t been found when he was.”

Connor sat up beside her, his ice–blue eyes now fully alert. His expression darkened as he listened to Jason’s

words.

“He’s asking for you, Olivia,” Jason continued. “He’s in bad shape. Could you come to Harbor City Memorial?” Olivia’s wolf, so content moments ago in Connor’s presence, now bristled with irritation. She’d made her choice clear to Ethan just hours ago

“If he’s dead, just take care of the body,” she retorted, her amber eyes flashing. “Let me know when the funeral is. For old times‘ sake, Il send his mother a nice moonlight herb arrangement.”

Without waiting for Jason’s response, she hung up and immediately turned off her phone. The bedroom fell back into darkness, silent except for their breathing.

“Livvy,” Connor murmured, pulling her back down beside him. “Come back to bed.”

His ice–blue eyes were heavy with sleep as he wrapped his arms around her possessively. His wolf rumbled contentedly as she settled against him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, nestling into his embrace.

Their wolves, perfectly aligned and content in each other’s presence, drifted back to sleep, oblivious to the drama unfolding across the city.

In a sterile room at Harbor City Memorial Hospital, Ethan Grey lay propped against white pillows, his normally vibrant appearance dulled by exhaustion and illness. An IV dripped steadily into his arm, warming his blood that had nearly frozen in the bitter cold.

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Ethan’s wolf, which had perked up at the sound of Olivia’s voice, now whimpered and retreated deep within him. His fists clenched in the thin hospital blanket, knuckles turning white with strain.

Ethan’s face was pale, almost as white as the sheets around him. The machines monitoring his vital signs beeped steadily, the only sound in the oppressive silence.

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