The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 261

Chapter 187: Rain and Reconciliation

Chapter 187: Rain and Reconciliation

(Connor’s POV)

“Connor Rivers.” Olivia’s voice was very soft, so soft that it was instantly drowned out by the sound of the

rain.

As if sensing her thoughts through our developing mate bond, I still heard her. I turned back, gazing at Olivia from afar through the rain.

She stood on the moonlit corridor, while I stood in the pouring rain. The rain was too heavy, making my ice–blue eyes unclear through the downpour.

The storm had been raging for hours. Each drop felt like ice against my skin, but I barely noticed.

The pain in my chest was far worse than any physical discomfort. William’s death had torn something fundamental inside me.

But seeing Olivia there, her amber eyes filled with concern, something stirred in my wolf. A warmth I hadn’t

felt in days.

Olivia opened her storm shelter umbrella and was about to step into the rain. My Alpha instincts triggered immediately.

I quickly walked towards her. My long legs took large strides, moving swiftly through the storm.

Olivia had only taken two steps when I reached her. The thought of her getting soaked in this freezing rain was unbearable.

“Your wound hasn’t healed

et, don’t get caught in the rain,” my voice was hoarse with grief.

I reached out and took Olivia’s hand that wasn’t holding the umbrella. Her skin was ice cold against my palm.

I pulled her back onto the corridor. She couldn’t help but shiver at the contact.

Feeling her trembling, I immediately released her hand. My wolf instinctively wanted to warm her, to protect her from the cold.

“It’s cold at night, and it’s raining, go back quickly.”

Even through my grief, her safety came first. It was an automatic response, deeper than conscious thought. Olivia’s breath hitched. I could sense her emotions shifting through our strengthening bond.

Even in such distress over my father’s death, I would still subconsciously care for her safety. The realization seemed to affect her deeply.

The corridor was only lit by a dim flickering hallway light, casting a faint glow. Olivia put down the umbrella and leaned it against the ancient/stone guardian pillar.

“You…” Olivia paused for a moment, “Don’t stand in the rain.”

“Okay,” I said, watching her intently. My ice–blue eyes were filled with deep sadness mixed with gentle, loving affection.

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The rain continued to pour, creating a rushing sound. On the corridor, we stood facing each other, momentarily speechless.

Our wolves called out to comfort one another through the bond. The connection between us pulsed with

unspoken understanding.

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After a long while, Olivia finally spoke. “Birth, old age, sickness, and death are the natural course of life, my

condolences.”

Emotion rippled through my ice–blue eyes. I stepped forward, reaching out to pull Olivia into my arms.

But seeing that I was soaked and dripping wet, I stopped my hand in mid–air. I couldn’t bear to get her wet

and cold.

The gesture caused another tremor in Olivia’s heart through our bond. I could feel her emotional response to my consideration.

I was always like this, every little detail revealing my deep love for her. It was impossible to ignore or

suppress.

1. me.

She dispelled the cold from the rain, instantly warming me from head to toe. The physical warmth was nothing compared to the emotional healing.

“Okay,” Olivia averted her amber eyes, not looking at me. “Go back and change your clothes, don’t stand in

the rain anymore.”

“Okay,” my expression was soft, very obedient. I would do anything she asked in that moment.

“Eat well, sleep well,” Olivia instructed, as if scolding a child. “Don’t make me worry.”

Hearing her say that, my heart turned incredibly soft. It was the first time since William Rivers‘ death that Olivia had openly revealed her feelings for me.

The admission that she worried about me was more precious than any declaration of love. It meant she cared, despite everything between us.

I softly replied, “Okay.”

“Then I’m going back, you go back and drink Connor’s healing ginger brew, take a hot bath,” Olivia turned to

leave.

I stood there, watching her back, until she was out of sight. The corridor felt empty without her presence. But the warmth from her embrace lingered. The knowledge that she cared enough to come out in the storm

for me.

Returning to my downtown apartment, it was already past two in the morning. The staff had already gone to

sleep.

The apartment felt cold and empty after the warmth of Olivia’s embrace. But her instructions echoed in my mind.

I took a hot shower, letting the warm water wash away the rain and some of the grief. Then I made myself a bowl of Connor’s healing ginger brew.

The therapeutic brew warmed me from the inside out. I could almost feel Olivia’s care in every sip.

After drinking the ginger brew, I lay in bed and quickly fell asleep. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for many days since my father’s suicide.

But tonight, wrapped in the memory of Olivia’s embrace and her whispered words of concern, sleep came easily. The Alpha finally found peace.

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