The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 251

Chapter 177: The Price of Protection

Chapter 177: The Price of Protection

(Third person’s POV)

Pack enforcers and ambulances swiftly arrived at the scene outside Moonrise Grand Restaurant. The two rogue werewolf assailants were apprehended by Ravenwood Police Station officers who specialized in

supernatural incidents.

At Harbor City Memorial Hospital, outside the emergency room, Emma Thompson and Jade Mitchell were filled with anxiety and worry about their Alpha–born friend.

Jade paced back and forth in the sterile corridor, her wolf restless with concern. “Olivia will definitely be okay.

definitely be okay…” she muttered repeatedly, her voice breaking with each repetition.

Emma’s expression was solemn, her lips tightly pursed as she leaned against the wall with her eyes

downcast. She remained silent while her enhanced senses strained to detect any news from the operating

room.

The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across their worried faces. The antiseptic smell of the hospital

mixed with the scent of fear and desperation that clung to both women.

Soon after, Richard Winters and Natalie Winters rushed over from the Winters Family Estate. Richard’s

ice–blue eyes flashed with barely contained fury as his paternal instincts and Alpha authority took control.

“What happened to my daughter?” Richard demanded, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha’s command.

Emma’s eyes lowered in shame as she struggled to find her voice. “Alpha Winters, I’m so sorry. Olivia was

shot in the chest with a silver bullet.”

Her voice strained with guilt and remorse. “It’s uncertain whether the projectile struck her heart. The silver is preventing her natural werewolf healing abilities from engaging.”

Richard staggered upon hearing this devastating news. His powerful Alpha frame barely managed to stay upright as the possibility of losing his daughter overwhelmed him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice cracking with disbelief and pain. “Not my Olivia.”

Jade Mitchell’s eyes were reddened from tears, her wolf whimpering with distress. She spoke through choking sobs as she explained the horrific sequence of events.

“The silver bullet was meant for me,” Jade cried, her voice breaking. “But Olivia pushed me away with supernatural speed. She took the deadly projectile herself to protect me.”

She apologized profusely, her guilt overwhelming her. “I’m so sorry, Alpha Winters. She nearly died saving my life. Her protective instincts kicked in without hesitation.”

Richard’s hands clenched into fists. The noble spirit of the Winters bloodline had nearly cost him his

daughter.

Emma Thompson somberly stepped forward with crucial information. “Alpha Winters, the attackers weren’t ordinary rogue werewolves. They were professionally trained mercenaries from Blackmoor Territory.”

She revealed a photo she had secretly taken before the pack enforcers arrived. “This man has a distinctive

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tattoo mark – a symbol associated with Frederick Warner’s criminal organization.

The photo captured a tattoo of a black wolf’s head on the neck of one attacker. Richard studied it with his Alpha’s tactical mind, beginning to plece together the larger conspiracy threatening his daughter.

Before Richard could complete his analysis, Connor Rivers arrived with urgent speed. His voice was stern and filled with barely controlled rage as he revealed the truth.

“It was Frederick Warner’s doing,” Connor declared, his ice–blue eyes blazing with fury.

He explained that he had been careless in believing Frederick was truly eliminated. “Frederick faked his death after the Shadowfall Ruins confrontation. He made arrangements during the Blackmoor Territory Prime

Connor’s voice grew darker. “I traveled to Blackmoor myself to hunt him down, but there was a security leak in my operation. Frederick escaped and is now planning his final revenge against me.”

His fists clenched with rage. “He’s targeting Olivia as the most devastating way to destroy me emotionally.”

Connor continued his grim explanation, his voice heavy with responsibility. “Frederick Warner’s criminal network in Blackmoor Territory had been systematically eliminated by my forces. We believed Olivia would be

Richard noticed fresh bandages visible beneath Connor’s torn shirt. The scent of silver burns still lingered on his skin from recent confrontations.

He

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