The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 18

Chapter 13: Shattered Memories–1

Chapter 13: Shattered Memories

(Olivia’s POV)

The warm water cascaded over my skin as I soaked in the bathtub, trying to wash away the stress of the upcoming territory dispute hearing. Tomorrow would be a crucial day–the formal proceedings that would determine the boundaries between the Grey and Rivers packs.

I closed my eyes, letting the lavender–scented bubbles soothe my frayed nerves. The past few

days had been a constant battle with Cassandra’s territorial marking of Moonlight Manor.

Every corner now bore her touch, erasing my presence bit by bit.

A sharp crash from my bedroom jolted me from my thoughts.

My heart raced as I quickly rinsed the soap from my skin. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

I hastily threw on my cotton pajamas, not bothering to dry myself properly. Water dripped from

my honey–brown hair as I rushed out of the bathroom.

What greeted me stopped my heart cold.

Scattered across my hardwood floor were fragments of light blue ceramic. Not just any ceramic–my cherished wolf figurine. The one I had crafted with my mother on my twelfth

birthday.

The figurine that had our names–Olivia Winters and Sarah Winters–engraved on its base.

The last gift from my mother before she died.

Blood rushed to my head, fury blazing through my veins like wildfire. My vision blurred with rage as I stared at the shattered remains of my most precious possession.

“Who was it!” I roared, my voice unrecognizable even to myself.

I stormed out of my room, determined to find the culprit who had dared to destroy the only

physical connection I had left to my mother.

banged violently on Ethan’s bedroom door across the hall, my fist pounding against the wood

with enough force to hurt my knuckles.

“Ethan! Cassandra! Which one of you entered my room?” I demanded, my voice echoing

through the corridor.

The door swung open to reveal Ethan’s irritated face. His blue eyes narrowed as he took in my

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“What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Can’t you let people sleep?” he snapped

impatiently.

My chest heaved with anger as I glared fiercely at him. My voice trembled with barely

contained fury.

“Ethan, did you just go into my room?”

He frowned, his expression cold and dismissive. “Who would go into your room? Stop making

“Are you crazy?” she shrieked, rubbing her injured knee.

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