The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 201

Chapter 130: The Vanished Luna

Chapter 130: The Vanished Luna

(Emma’s POV)

The cold wind at Harbor City Regional Airport cut through my jacket as I stood at the exit, scanning the pickup area for Olivia’s familiar face. Passengers streamed past me, reuniting with their families and friends, but there was no sign of my former boss.

I checked my watch again. Thirty minutes had passed since my flight landed.

This wasn’t like Olivia at all. She was always punctual, especially when it came to important matters like picking up a new team member.

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, pressing it to my ear as the wind whipped around me. The automated voice that answered made my stomach drop.

“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”

That was impossible. We had spoken just an hour ago through our pack communication app, finalizing the pickup details. Olivia had been excited about my arrival, eager to show me the new office space.

Something was definitely wrong.

I tried calling again, hoping it was just a network issue. The same automated message played back, cold and impersonal.

My anxiety began to spike. Olivia wouldn’t just disappear without explanation, especially not when she knew I was waiting for her.

and

I opened the werewolf community messaging app on my phone, hoping to reach her through video call. The app connected, but the call went unanswered.

The familiar ringtone echoed in my ear as I waited, watching other passengers being picked up around me.

Still no response.

I tried again. And again. By the fifth attempt, my hands were shaking slightly from both cold and worry.

Forty minutes had passed since my flight landed. Olivia had promised to be here in fifteen minutes when we

last spoke.

Where could she be?

I had no other contacts in Harbor City. Moving here meant starting completely fresh, with only Olivia as my connection to this new life.

Then I remembered the name of her law firm. Moonstone Legal Partners. She had mentioned it proudly during our phone conversation, describing the renovations and new team members.

I quickly searched online for the firm’s information. The website was sleek and professional, listi neir services and contact information.

I found a landline number and dialed immediately. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.

Of course. It was after working hours. The office would be closed.

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Chapter 130 The Vanishe

Desperation began to creep in as I stood alone in the airport pickup area. The crowd was thinning as mos passengers found their rides and departed.

I couldn’t just stand here forever. Something had happened to Olivia, and I needed help.

The police station seemed like my only option. I approached the airport security desk and explained my situation to the officer on duty.

“My friend was supposed to pick me up, but she’s not answering her phone,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m worried something might have happened to her.”

The officer was professional and understanding. He took down Olivia’s information and promised to contact her family.

Within an hour, I received a call from Richard Winters, Olivia’s father. His voice was tight with worry and barely controlled panic.

“Emma, this is Richard Winters. The police contacted us about Olivia. We can’t reach her either.” My heart sank. If her own family couldn’t contact her, something serious had definitely happened. “We’re calling all her friends now,” Richard continued, “Someone must know where she is.”

I could hear Natalie Winters in the background, her voice strained as she made phone calls. The fear in their voices made my own anxiety spike higher.

Meanwhile, across the city, Lily was out drinking with friends at an upscale bar when her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Richard Winters‘ name.

“Hello, Uncle Richard?” she answered, slightly slurred from the alcohol.

“Lily, have you heard from Olivia today? She’s missing.”

The words sobered her instantly. “What do you mean missing?”

“She was supposed to pick up a friend at the airport but never showed up. Her phone is disconnected. We can’t find her anywhere.”

The first man who approached my car had been clumsy, unprepared for my resistance. I had managed to fight him off using the self–defense techniques Connor had insisted I learn.

chemical that made my nose wrinkle.

“Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. “What do

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