The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 158

Chapter 87: Shadow Den’s Justice

Chapter 87: Shadow Den’s Justice

(Olivia’s POV)

The confined space of the basement amplified the intensity of Vanessa’s crazed confession. Her voice echoed off the cold stone walls, each word dripping with desperate longing

“I like you! I love you, Alpha Connor! Can’t you feel my burning love for you, the call of my wolf to yours?” Her violet eyes were wild, her wolf’s desperate howls for a mate she could never have laid bare for all to see “Do you want to ask me why I did those things? Hahahaha, of course, it’s for you! Con, haven’t you realized my feelings after all these years, how my wolf aches for you?”

After she said this, the basement fell silent. The only sounds were Vanessa’s ragged breathing and the faint drip of water from somewhere in the darkness.

Connor stood tall and imposing, his Alpha presence radiating an almost physical coldness. He towered over Vanessa, his ice–blue eyes chilling as a winter storm as he assessed her.

A palpable coldness emanated from him, mingling with the faint, metallic scent of spilled blood and fear that permeated the air. I felt a suffocating grip on my heart as I watched the scene unfold on the monitor in the observation room.

My wolf Cora recolled from the raw, dangerous energy radiating from Connor. I desperately wanted to know his response, yet feared it simultaneously.

What if Con softened towards Nessa after her confession? What if his wolf acknowledged even a sliver of her desperate plea? They had grown up together, shared years of pack life. Could those bonds sway him?

A moment stretched into an eternity before Connor finally broke the silence with a sardonic chuckle, a harsh sound that echoed off the stone walls.

“Love me?” he questioned, his ice–blue eyes dark and unfathomable, his wolf’s contempt a palpable force. He looked at Vanessa, his expression one of utter disdain. “Are you worthy?”

Each word was delivered with deliberate precision, dripping with scorn, a verbal lash that cut deeper than any physical blow. Vanessa’s face paled, all color draining away as tears streamed down her face, her wolf whimpering in despair.

I was taken aback by the harshness of Connor’s response. I had anticipated a more fraternal approach, perhaps a stern lecture, but not this brutal dismissal.

“Alpha Connor… Con… how can you be so cruel… Vanessa sobbed, her voice filled with accusation, her wolf’s pain echoing in her tone.

Connor remained unmoved, his ice–blue gaze fixed on Vanessa. “Vanessa Reed, from this moment onward, you are no longer a part of the Rivers Pack.”

His words were a formal decree, severing her ties to the pack that had raised her. Van her voice barely a whisper as she retorted.

‘s eyes glazed over

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“I never wanted to be your sister anyway”

Her wolf, though broken, still showed a spark of defiance: Connor gave a slight nod, his expression

unyielding

“Then now, it’s time for you to atone for what you’ve done.”

He called for Dominic Reeves, his security chief, instructing him with a curt nod. “Take her outside” Vanessa’s eyes widened with fear. “Where are you taking me?” she demanded, her voice laced with panic

Connor offered no explanation. He simply turned and strided towards the exit, leaving Vanessa in the hands of Dominic and his enforcers.

I waited anxiously on the plush leather sofa in the observation room, uncertain of Connor’s intentions. Soon, he returned, his face unreadable

“Livvy, let’s go out,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument

I nodded, guessing that he intended to punish Vanessa further. My wolf sensed the shift in the Alpha’s demeanor, a primal dominance that both frightened and fascinated me.

As we prepared to leave, Connor retrieved a heavy, charcoal gray longcoat. “It’s cold outside, put this on.” The coat was oversized on me, nearly dragging on the ground, but it carried his familiar, comforting Alpha scent. A subtle reassurance that despite the coldness I’d witnessed, he still cared for my comfort. Connor took my hand and led me outside, where a thick blanket of snow was falling, muffling all sound except the crunch of our boots. A helicopter sat on the Shadow Den’s grounds, its rotors still.

I hesitated, unsure how to process this revelation of his character, the side of him that wa capable of such cold retribution,

Connor’s voice was soft and deep, his wolf reaching out to soothe mine. “Livvy, I will never be don’t be afraid of me.”

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