The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 229

Chapter 158: The Prisoner’s Return (Revised, please don’t but it repeatedly!)

Chapter 158: The Prisoner’s Return

(Vanessa’s POV)

My consciousness gradually returned like emerging from a deep, dark well. The world came back to me in fragments – cold metal beneath my body, the rumble of an engine, the sway of movement.

I turned my eyes to look around, blinking against the darkness. I found myself in a confined space, much like the cramped room on Frederick Warner’s vessel. The walls were metal, closing in on all sides.

Sensing the steady movement and vibration, I realized I was likely in a truck. This dark space must be the cargo compartment. My clothes were still damp from my near–drowning experience in the frigid ocean, but someone had given me a thick blanket.

They were probably afraid I would freeze to death before reaching their destination. Even mercenaries had their orders to keep me alive.

I huddled tightly in the blanket, wrapping my arms around myself. My shoulders trembled as quiet sobs escaped my lips. This journey had been incredibly difficult for me, the former Rivers pack foster daughter.

I no longer resembled a pampered heiress. Even without a mirror, I could imagine that I looked like a rogue omega wandering the pack territories without protection. My violet eyes were red–rimmed from crying and

exhaustion.

The thought made me sob harder. I had fallen so far from grace, from the elegant foster sister of Connor Rivers to this broken creature cowering in a truck.

Exhausted from crying, I leaned against the truck’s metal wall to rest. Despite the blanket, my damp clothes were still bone–chillingly cold. I shivered as if I were trapped in a freezing ice cave.

I figured the truck was heading towards Riverdale. Soon, in a few hours, I would see Connor Rivers. Though not under circumstances I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams.

Suddenly, a sharp slap landed across my face. “c***k-”

Victor Stone, the mercenary leader, struck me without hesitation. Blood immediately trickled from my mouth and a large red mark bloomed across my cheek.

“Shut up! If you make another sound, I’ll rip out your tongue!”

Although Victor’s voice wasn’t loud, it carried the dangerous authority of a seasoned killer. Every word dripped with cruelty and the promise of violence.

I was stunned by the slap, my cheek/burning with pain. Terrified by his words, I obediently fell silent. I no longer dared to struggle or make any sound.

These mercenaries hadn’t killed me, which meant Connor hadn’t yet decided to end my life. The likely just to capture me alive and deliver me to him.

The mercenaries had bound me with silve

sk was

Added to the library ed my wolf abilities. The metal burned

against my skin, making my wolf whimper in distress. They sealed my mouth with duct tape, then put a Black Hood of Captivity over my head.

Chapter 158 The Prisoner

After that, they roughly tossed me into a pickup truck like a sack of grain. The vehicle bumped along the roa for what felt like hours. Every pothole sent jolts of pain through my already aching body.

Finally, the truck stopped. I felt myself being lifted up again, carried by rough hands. After walking for a while, 1 was once again violently thrown down.

The floor was metal, and the moment I landed, I felt as if every bone in my body was about to shatter. With my mouth taped shut, I couldn’t even cry out in pain. The fear within me caused me to tremble uncontrollably as my wolf whimpered in terror.

Footsteps approached with deliberate slowness. The sound of a zipper being pulled echoed above my head. The hood was yanked away, revealing my disheveled hair and terrified violet eyes.

I made muffled sounds through the tape, appearing extremely frightened. My hair was matted and dirty, my face pale and streaked with tears.

“The boss told me to let you out, afraid you’d suffocate to death and we wouldn’t be able to explain it to the Alpha,” Devin Hawkins said with a sly smile.

His eyes scanned me in a lecherous manner that made my skin crawl. “You do have some looks, too bad! can’t touch you right now. Otherwise, I’d really have to claim you!”

My face turned pale at his crude threat. I trembled with fear, pressing myself against the wall as far from him as possible.

After Devin left, I listened to the sound of waves crashing against the hull. Through a small ventilation window, I saw the endless expanse of sea. I realized I was still on Frederick’s vessel, The Crimson Vessel.

The ship rocked and swayed constantly, making me dizzy and nauseous. I had never been on a ship like this before. The seasickness was severe for my enhanced werewolf senses.

I vomited several times, my stomach heaving violently. No one came to clean up the mess. The stench of vomit lingered in the confined space, making me reek even worse than before.

I huddled in the corner, hugging my knees tightly. The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, mixing with the grime and salt spray.

After he threw the item, the door slammed shut again. I groped around in the darkness until my fingers found fabric. By the moonlight filtering through the ventilation opening, I made out that it was the Filthy Rancid Blanket.

It was covered with a thick layer of grime, so dark it was impossible to tell its original color. The blanket emitted a nauseating stench that made me gag. I felt disgusted and kicked it away, showing my revulsion. I used to live a life of luxury in the Rivers pack mansion. When had I ever suffered like this? Even when my birth mother was still alive, as the daughter of a servant, I had never experienced such degradation.

I looked up and recognized the place immediately. It was Connor Rivers‘ secret facility, the Shadow Den: I had heard whispers about this place but had never been inside.

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