The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 37

Chapter 22: The Skilled Restorer and Severed Ties–2

My brows knitted instantly, a surge of anger and hurt rising within me. “No.”

His tone softened with a hint of pleading. “Let’s not quarrel anymore, okay? I’ve missed you these days. I was wrong that day, I shouldn’t have said those things to upset you.”

But my voice remained icy, resolute. “It doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve already broken up.”

“Broken up?” His voice chilled further. “I didn’t agree to that.”

I retorted sharply, my patience snapping completely. “A breakup isn’t a marriage, I don’t need

your consent.”

Without hesitation, I hung up and blacklisted that number as well, severing the last thread between us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt lighter somehow, as if I’d finally cut away a weight that had been dragging me down.

With that tie brutally cut, I turned my mind to my career. Though opening my own law practice was an option, I knew my current reputation was insufficient to build a brand from scratch.

It would be wiser to join a prestigious firm first, hone my skills, and accumulate industry connections. When I shared this plan with Connor the next morning, he fully supported me.

“Our Livvy is so outstanding,” he said, his ice–blue eyes warm with pride. “You’ll excel in Riverdale’s legal circles. Why not try Moonlaw Legal Services? It’s the best one in Riverdale.”

I nodded, grateful for his confidence in me. “I will send my resume.”

(Ethan’s POV)

I stared numbly at the phone’s busy tone, an emptiness gnawing inside me. How could Olivia be so ruthless–cutting ties so decisively, leaving no room for regret?

The manor felt hollow without her presence. Every corner held memories of her–the kitchen where she’d prepare her healing broth, the living room where she’d curl up with a book, the garden where she’d tend to her herbs.

I dragged myself to the bed, burying my face in the sheets where her scent still lingered

faintly. I inhaled deeply, desperate to hold onto any trace of her.

“Livvy, I miss you. I miss you so much,” I whispered into the fabric, my voice breaking.

Just then, Cassandra Evans pushed open the door and called softly, “Ethan, dinner’s ready.”

I looked up at her, seeing but not really seeing. In that moment, all I could think about was

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how much I needed to feel something–anything–to fill the void Olivia had left.

Without warning, I dragged Cassandra down beneath me, passion igniting like wildfire. Her surprised gasp quickly turned to eager moans as she responded to my touch.

Yet at the height of our entanglement, as pleasure clouded my mind, it was Olivia’s face I saw,

Olivia’s voice I heard, Olivia’s touch I craved.

“Livvy… my Livvy… I miss you…” I gasped hoarsely, lost in the fantasy.

Cassandra froze completely beneath me, her body going rigid. When I opened my eyes, her

face had turned ashen, hurt and fury battling in her expression.

(Olivia’s POV)

like a tough nut to crack.”.

else’s protection, yet she dares to see herself as a Rivers heir?”

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