The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 29

Chapter 18: Return to the Pack–2

“This is the finest herbal tea from Harbor City. It’s for you,” I said, my voice warm with

affection.

Agatha laughed through her tears, clutching the box to her chest. “I’ll make some for you

tonight.”

I gently shook my head, my amber eyes soft. “No, it’s specially for you. I’ve had plenty already. This is just a small token of my gratitude for all you’ve done.”

Agatha was so touched her eyes brimmed with tears again. “Miss Olivia…” she murmured,

unable to say more.

Before our reunion could deepen, a crisp young voice interrupted us.

“Sister! Sister, you’re back!”

An eight–year–old girl dashed forward from inside the house and hugged my leg tightly, her face shining with innocent delight.

This was Grace Winters, my half–sister, born to Natalie Winters and my father after my mother’s death. Her bright eyes looked up at me with pure adoration.

Grace had always adored me, clinging to me whenever possible during my rare visits home. But I had never warmed to her, despite her persistent affection.

My dislike stemmed largely from my resentment of Natalie Winters–my late mother’s supposed best friend, who had married my father not long after my mother’s death.

In my mind, Natalie was a scheming interloper who stole my mother’s place, and my father was a heartless betrayer who dishonored their marriage. Because of this, I had transformed from a well–behaved daughter into someone rebellious and distant.

Now, seeing Natalie approaching with a smile, my expression froze involuntarily.

“Grace heard you were back and couldn’t wait to come home early from school,” Natalie said warmly, her voice gentle and welcoming.

The warmth in her tone only deepened my discomfort. How dare she act like everything was normal? Like she hadn’t betrayed my mother’s memory?

Natalie continued in that same gentle tone, “You must be tired, Olivia. Rest well, I’ll call when dinner’s ready.”

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Meanwhile, Grace eagerly tugged at my hand, her eyes bright with excitement. “Sister, come

look at my new drawings in my room? I made a picture of a white wolf just like you said you

wanted to be when you were little!”

I coldly withdrew my hand, unable to bear her innocent touch. “No. I want to rest,” I said, my

voice frosty.

Disappointment washed over the little girl’s face. She pouted and lowered her head, her joy snuffed out by my rejection.

The family gathered around the dinner table, tension thick in the air. I looked at my daughter, studying her face for changes. She had grown more beautiful, more like her mother with each

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