The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 313

Chapter 233: The Luna’s Sanctuary

Chapter 233: The Luna’s Sanctuary

(Connor’s POV)

I took my time exploring Olivia’s bedroom, noting every detail that spoke of her gentle nature. The low–saturation light blue linens reflected her soft personality perfectly. The room was simply decorated yet warm, creating an atmosphere that was uniquely hers.

My eyes swept over the walk–in closet, taking in the organized arrangement of her clothes. I breathed deeply, inhaling the subtle floral scent that lingered in the air. It was her natural werewolf essence mixed with her favorite perfume, a combination that made my wolf stir with contentment.

The scent was intoxicating, reminding me of moonlit nights and the promise of our bond. Every breath filled my lungs with her presence, making the separation we’d endured feel even more unbearable.

As I continued exploring, my gaze landed on a white–clothed table adorned with fresh moonlight jasmine

flowers. The delicate blooms seemed to glow in the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains.

But it was the Light Blue Ceramic Wolf Figurine that truly captured my attention. The DIY creation from Olivia’s childhood with her mother Sarah Winters sat perfectly restored on the table. I remembered finding it broken, the pieces scattered like fragments of her heart.

Ruby Montgomery had done exceptional work. The restoration expert I’d hired had mended it so skillfully that no trace of damage remained. I carefully picked up the ceramic piece, examining the delicate craftsmanship that spoke of a mother’s love and a daughter’s joy.

The figurine felt warm in my hands, as if it still held the memory of their shared laughter. I gently placed it back, knowing how precious this piece was to Olivia.

My attention shifted to a wooden cabinet showcasing framed photographs of Olivia and her mother Sarah. Each image told a story of love and happiness that made my chest tighten with emotion.

One photo captured a young Olivia, around five or six, wearing a pink dress with a butterfly hairpin. She was smiling brightly on her mother’s lap, both of them radiating pure joy. The innocence in her amber eyes made my wolf ache with protective instincts.

Another photograph showed her eighth birthday. She wore a diamond tiara, making a wish over a birthday cake while Sarah smiled warmly beside her. The love between mother and daughter was palpable, even in the still image.

A third picture from her tenth year showed her at a piano competition. She was beaming with pride, holding a trophy while her parents Richard and Sarah stood on either side. The family looked complete, untouched by the tragedy that would later tear them apart.

I traced the images with my finger, regret filling my heart. I hadn’t been there for those precious moments in Olivia’s life. I’d missed her childhood, her teenage years, all the milestones that shaped her into the

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But I silently promised to fill her future with my presence and protection. As her mate, I would ensure she never felt alone again.

(Olivia’s POV)

An hour later, after Natalie’s departure and Dorothy’s separate meal preparation for Emma, I finally felt relieved. The tension in my shoulders eased as I realized the coast was clear.

I opened the bedroom door, announcing, “You can come out now.” But the bedroom appeared empty. Confusion washed over me as I scanned the space.

Puzzled, I ventured further into the room, finding no sign of Connor. Had he left through the window? That

seemed unlikely given we were on the second floor.

“Connor, are you in there?” I called out, pushing open the closet door. Still, no one was inside.

Just as I was about to ask where he had gone, a warm touch on my wrist made me gasp. A sudden pull brought me into a familiar embrace from behind.

My back pressed against Connor’s broad chest. I could feel his body heat through his thin shirt and the subtle vibration of his wolf’s contentment. The sensation sent shivers through my werewolf senses.

“Here,” he murmured, his breath tickling my neck. The warmth of his words against my skin made my

knees weak.

A tremor ran through me, and I almost lost my balance. Connor chuckled, his voice low and teasing.

“What? Can’t handle it already?”

I kissed him, pouring all my longing into the gesture. But my kiss was amateurish compared to Connor’s experienced touch, lacking the natural dominance of an Alpha’s claim. After a few moments, I paused, sensing his lack of reciprocation.

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