The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 274

Chapter 200: Dinner with Hidden Tensions

Chapter 200: Dinner with Hidden Tensions

(Olivia’s POV)

The atmosphere at our table grew increasingly tense as the evening progressed. Connor and Adrian engaged in what could only be described as a silent war, each trying to claim my attention through seemingly

innocent conversation.

“The venison here is exceptional,” Adrian said, cutting his steak with deliberate precision. “I thought you might enjoy it, Olivia.”

Connor’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Olivia prefers her meat medium–rare, not well–done like that.”

I nearly choked on my moonlight wine. How did he still remember such details about my preferences?

“Actually, I’ve been eating my steaks medium lately,” I replied coolly, not wanting to give Connor the

satisfaction of being right.

Miranda shifted uncomfortably in her seat, clearly sensing the undercurrents of tension. “This restaurant has such lovely ambiance. Perfect for business discussions.”

Her pointed emphasis on “business” made me glance at Connor. His expression remained unreadable as he

cut his food.

Grace and Sophie chatted happily about their school activities, blissfully unaware of the adult drama unfolding around them. Their innocent laughter provided the only genuine warmth at our table.

“Grace, how are your art classes going?” Connor asked, his voice softening when he addressed my half–sister.

“Really good! I painted a wolf family yesterday,” Grace beamed. “The teacher said it was beautiful.”

Connor’s smile became genuine for the first time all evening. “I’d love to see it sometime.”

Adrian’s amber eyes flashed with irritation. “Perhaps we should focus on our meal rather than making future.

plans.”

The territorial undertones in his voice made my wolf stir uneasily. I could sense both men’s barely contained

instincts beneath their civilized facades.

“The chocolate cake here is amazing,” Sophie chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. “Can we order dessert?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” I said gratefully, welcoming any distraction from the tension.

Miranda attempted to engage Connor in conversation about their supposed business collaboration, but his responses remained curt and professional. His attention kept drifting back to me, making my skin prickle

with awareness.

When the waiter brought our desserts, Connor casually mentioned, “The Rivers pack has been expanding our legal department. We might need additional external counsel”

Adrian’s fork paused halfway to his mouth. “How convenient that you’d mention that now.”

“Business opportunities arise at unexpected moments,” Connor replied smoothly.

I focused on my chocolate mousse, pretending not to notice their verbal sparring. But every word felt charged

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with meaning I didn’t want to analyze.

After we finished eating, Connor stood and adjusted his suit jacket. “I should head home. Thank you for the pleasant evening.”

“How are you getting back?” Adrian asked with false concern. “I didn’t see your driver outside.”

Connor’s expression didn’t change. “Frank had to pick up Ethan Quinn. His car broke down nearby.”

Adrian’s eyebrows rose skeptically. “What a convenient coincidence.”

“I could drive you home,” Miranda offered quickly, her voice hopeful.

Connor’s rejection was swift and cold. “That won’t be necessary. We don’t live in the same direction.”

He turned to me with calculated casualness. “Olivia, since you drove here, would you mind giving me a ride? The Rivers estate is right next to your family’s compound.”

I hesitated, sensing the trap but unable to find a graceful way out. Adrian’s disapproving expression made my decision easier.

“I suppose that would be fine,” I said reluctantly.

Connor’s mood brightened considerably. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, putting it on speaker.

“Ethan? How’s the car situation?” Connor asked.

Ethan’s voice came through clearly. “Still waiting for the tow truck, man. Thanks for understanding about

Frank.”

Adrian’s expression grew more suspicious, but he couldn’t argue with the apparent evidence.

The drive to the Winters estate passed in relative silence. Connor occasionally responded to Grace’s questions, but his attention remained focused on me through the rearview mirror.

His expression darkened slightly. “You don’t want me to come inside?”

“I’d rather avoid awkward questions from my father about our relationship status,” I said honestly.

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