The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 159

Chapter 88: Whispers In the Shadow Den

Chapter 88: Whispers in the Shadow Den

(Olivin’s POV)

The Shadow Den was eerily quiet as I stepped out of the steaming bathroom, wrapped in the luxurious midnight silk nightgown Connor had provided. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool and soothing after the hot shower. My honey–brown hair hung damp around my shoulders, and my wolf Cora was content, if

tired from the day’s events.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Vanessa, lying in the base’s Infirmary, clinging to life after Connor’s harsh punishment. Though I held no love for her after her attempts to harm me, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for any creature brought so low.

My bare feet padded silently across the plush carpet as I headed for the door. I wanted to ask Connor for some warm milk, a bedtime habit I’d maintained since childhood. Something comforting and familiar in this strange, imposing place.

As I pulled open the bedroom door, I came face to face with Dominic Reeves, Connor’s security chief. Our eyes locked for a brief, startled moment.

Dominic immediately averted his gaze, his posture stiffening. “H apologize for the intrusion, Miss Winters,” he stammered, his voice tight with sudden anxiety. “I was just reporting to Alpha Connor about Vanessa Reed’s condition and seeking further instructions.”

I noticed a bead of sweat forming on his brow despite the cool air of the corridor. His discomfort was palpable, his wolf clearly agitated.

“Alpha, the medical team reports that

Vanessa’s condition has stabilized, but she remains unconscious. Her wolf is in deep hibernation to preserve her strength. They’re monitoring her closely and-”

Connor’s demeanor shifted instantly. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees as his. ice–blue eyes hardened, his wolf sensing another male’s gaze upon me

“Reeves,” Connor interrupted, his voice dangerously soft. “Where exactly are your eyes focused right now?” Dominic’s face paled. “Alpha, 1–I was just delivering my report as requested. I didn’t mean to-

“You didn’t answer my question, Connor growled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest, his Alpha dominance filling the space between them,

“I apologize, Alpha. I was startled by Miss Winters‘ appearance and immediately looked away. I meant no disrespect to your Luna Apparent,” Dominic explained hastily, his words tumbling over each other.

Connor’s eyes narrowed further. “Sa’you admit you were looking at her?”

Dominic was now drenched in cold sweat. “No! I mean–yes, but not intentionally–I would never-

“Get out,” Connor ordered, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying the full weight of an Alpha command. Dominic bowed deeply and backed away, nearly tripping over his ‘own feet in his haste to escape. “Yes, Alpha. My deepest apologies, Alpha. Miss Winters.”

I watched him flee, confusion written across my face. “What was that about? He seemed terrified.”

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Connor’s expression softened as he turned to me, the coldness melting away like snow in spring sunshine. “Come here, Livvy,” he said, patting the space beside him on the sofa.

I obeyed, settling next to him. His arm immediately wrapped around me, pulling me close. His familiar Alpha scent enveloped me, comforting and protective.

“Are you

gone.

feeling better after your shower?” he asked, his voice gentle now, all traces of the dangerous Alpha

“Yes, but I’m not sleepy yet, I admitted, leaning into his warmth. “I was hoping for some warm milk before

bed.”

Connor’s ice–blue eyes filled with tenderness. “Of course. I’ll prepare it for you.”

I hesitated, then asked the question that had been nagging at me. “How is Vanessa doing? I’m not asking because I care about her,” I clarified quickly. “I just don’t want you to stain your hands with murder. It would tarnish your Alpha soul.”

Connor’s expression hardened slightly. “She’ll live. That’s all you need to know.”

I nodded, unsure what else to say. His indifference toward Vanessa was absolute, his wolf showing no concern for her fate beyond ensuring she survived to face justice.

Connor gently pinched my cheek, his expression softening again. “Don’t worry about such things. I’ll get your

milk.”

The Shadow Den was vast, almost like an industrial park. Connor’s private residence was by far the most luxurious building, a stark contrast to the utilitarian training facilities I’d glimpsed earlier.

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