The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 291

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Chapter 215: Stranded in the Storm

Chapter 215: Stranded in the Storm

(Olivia’s POV)

I stared at Rachel’s phone in my hand, realizing how helpless I felt without my own device. The truth was embarrassing – I had never bothered memorizing anyone’s phone number.

Everything was stored in my Waterlogged Smartphone’s address book. Connor’s number, Rebecca’s, Lily’s,

even my father’s – I had relied completely on technology to remember these vital connections.

Even if I could borrow Rachel’s phone right now, I wouldn’t know who to call. The numbers that connected me

to my pack, my friends, my entire world were trapped in a device that would never work again.

“I’m so sorry, Liv,” Rachel said, wringing her hands. “This is all my fault. I should never have asked you to

come here.”

She paced around the small living room, her guilt evident in every step. “James and I should have made the

trip to Riverdale instead. Then you wouldn’t be stuck in this mess.”

I shook my head firmly. “Rachel, stop blaming yourself. You have a two–year–old son to take care of. You

couldn’t just leave him behind.”

“But we could have figured something out,” she insisted, her voice breaking slightly.

“How?” I asked gently. “You told me your in–laws passed away years ago. And your mother can’t help with childcare anymore.”

Rachel’s shoulders sagged. “That’s exactly why I needed you to come. I had no other choice.”

I reached out and squeezed her arm. “This isn’t anyone’s fault. Natural disasters happen. We can’t control the

weather.”

“But your phone, your work, everything-”

“I managed to contact my father,” I interrupted. “He knows I’m safe. Being out of touch for one day won’t kill

anyone.”

Rachel looked unconvinced, but she nodded reluctantly.

The weather had been perfect when I arrived – sunny skies and a forecast promising three more beautiful

days. No one could have predicted this sudden, violent storm that had turned our world upside down.

By five in the afternoon, Rachel was already preparing dinner. Without electricity, everything took longer. The

rain had finally slowed to a steady drizzle, and the water level inside the house had receded somewhat.

“Here, take these,” Rachel said, handing me a pair of worn rain boots. “I’m sorry I don’t have another pair for

Emma.”

Emma Thompson waved dismissively, walking barefoot through the remaining puddles. “I don’t mind. It’s just

water.”

I frowned, watching her splash around without any protection. “Emma, you’re going to catch a cold. Why don’t you go upstairs and rest? We can bring your dinner up.”

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“I’m fine,” Emma replied curtly, her usual aloof expression firmly in place.

In the kitchen, I helped Rachel wash vegetables for dinner. The simple task felt oddly comforting after days of uncertainty.

“So tell me about your life these past two years,” Rachel said, scrubbing a head of lettuce. “How have you been?”

I focused on the vegetables in my hands. “It’s been fine.”

Rachel didn’t know about my prestigious pack background. To her, I was just an ordinary lawyer trying to make a living.

“Are you used to working at the law firm back home? Is the salary in Riverdale decent?”

“It’s similar to Harbor City,” I replied vaguely.

Rachel’s next question made me pause. “Have you dated anyone since breaking up with Ethan Grey?”

My hands stilled on the lettuce. I lowered my eyes, feeling the familiar ache in my chest.

“I did date someone,” I admitted quietly. “But we broke up.”

Rachel must have sensed my discomfort because she quickly changed the subject. “Would you like me to cook braised chicken with chestnuts and braised pork for dinner?”

“That sounds perfect,” I said, grateful for the distraction.

James Morrison sat behind the wood–burning stove, feeding logs into the fire. The warm glow cast dancing shadows on the walls.

“Livvy, are you okay? I can’t reach you.”

Before I could respond, Connor Rivers continued, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I called you more than a

hundred times today, and none of them went through. I didn’t get any replies to my messages. I was going

crazy with worry.”

My chest tightened at the desperation in his voice.

“I called Rebecca Frost and Lily Chen and asked them. They all said they didn’t know where you went. Then I

went to your law firm, and they told me you went to Harbor City to find someone named Rachel Morrison.”

His tone grew more urgent. “I saw the news about the floods in Harbor City and was very worried about you,

Livvy. Why can’t I get through to your phone? Did something happen?”

I was stunned, pursing my lips. “I’m fine. It’s just that my phone accidentally fell into the water.”

Connor was silent for a while, then said in a muffled voice, “You couldn’t even borrow someone else’s phone

to call me back. I was worried sick.”

I felt a stab of guilt. “My phone fell into the water last night. It’s only been a day, less than twenty–four hours. How would I know you would contact me? And I…

I paused, then admitted with shame, “I don’t remember your phone number either.”

Another silence stretched between us. Then Connor’s voice came through, quiet but determined.

“Harbor City flights have been delayed, and the high–speed train is also out of service. After I left the law firm

this afternoon, I drove directly over here. I just arrived in Cloudmere and will probably be in Harbor City

around one in the morning.”

“You drove here?” I asked in disbelief.

Connor hummed in agreement.

I subconsciously raised my voice, panic flooding through me. “Riverdale is more than 900 kilometers away from here. You drove here alone? There have been heavy rainstorms for days here, and there are floods

everywhere. What are you doing coming to Harbor City? Go back!”

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