The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 65

Chapter 37: The Auction and the Luna’s Gift–2

Connor’s ice–blue eyes revealed nothing as he raised his paddle again. “7 million.”

The bidding war escalated, neither of us willing to yield. I bit my lip, calculating rapidly. The pendant wasn’t worth this much, but the potential alliance with the Silverridge pack certainly was.

“7 million to number 20,” Victoria announced. “Do I hear 7.1?”

I raised my paddle again. “7.5 million.”

(Connor’s POV)

I watched Ethan Grey’s desperate bidding with mild amusement. His determination to outbid me was transparent–this was about more than just the pendant.

Victoria Blackwell announced with practiced neutrality, “Seven and a half million, number 20. Anyone higher?”

I raised my paddle once more. “Seven and a half million.”

“Eight million,” Ethan called out immediately, his voice strained.

I was about to continue when I felt Olivia’s gentle pressure on my hand. I turned to meet her amber eyes, which communicated her thoughts clearly.

“Forget it, it’s not worth it,” she whispered.

She was right, of course. The pendant’s real value was no more than two or three million. Besides, I knew she preferred a blue moonstone pendant scheduled for auction later.

Without hesitation, I lowered my paddle, immediately deferring to her wishes despite my competitive instinct to outbid Ethan Grey.

“Eight million going once… going twice… sold to number 20!” Victoria announced.

Ethan’s face lit with triumph, though he’d paid nearly triple the pendant’s worth. Beside him, Cassandra cast a mocking glance in our direction, clearly assuming I was unwilling to spend for Olivia.

She couldn’t be more wrong. I would give Olivia the world if she asked for it–but she

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never would. Her quiet dignity and self–assurance were what drew me to her in the

first place.

I squeezed her hand gently. “The blue moonstone comes up in three lots. Shall we

stay for that?”

Her smile was answer enough.

(Olivia’s POV)

During a brief intermission, I excused myself to the powder room, leaving Connor

engaged in conversation with a business associate.

The elegant bathroom was empty as I calmly retouched my lipstick. Through the

mirror, I noticed Cassandra entering, a smug look plastered across her face.

“Oh my, just a few days apart and you’ve already hooked a new Alpha?” she sneered, her green–gold eyes flashing with malice.

I ignored her, focusing on my makeup with steady hands.

Cassandra laughed coldly, moving closer. “I merely said I liked that pendant, and

Ethan spent eight million to buy it for me. But your Alpha? Can’t even do that much

for you.”

Her reflection showed her triumphant expression as she continued her attack.

“Of course, wealthy Alphas aren’t fools. They spend on what’s worthwhile. You? Not

worth it.”

I finished applying my lipstick with deliberate care, then met her gaze in the mirror.

My amber eyes remained unwavering, showing none of the hurt she so desperately

wanted to inflict.

“Is that so? Then good luck to you.”

With that, I turned crisply on my heel and left, utterly unfazed. Cassandra’s words held no power over me anymore; the bitterness behind her insults was obvious and pitiful.

To me, she resembled nothing more than a petty gossip–noisy but irrelevant.

Days later, the grand engagement banquet at the Silverridge Estate arrived. Luxury vehicles worth millions lined the expansive driveway as guests streamed into the

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lavish grounds.

Business leaders, socialites, and dignitaries mingled beneath crystal chandeliers, some seeking to strengthen connections, others simply enjoying the prestige of

Alexander had personally invited Connor and me, intending to introduce me to his extensive network–a crucial asset for a lawyer like myself, where connections often

Connor merely snorted softly, his ice–blue eyes remaining cool. Alexander pretended to be affronted, throwing his hands up dramatically.

“See that attitude? My poor cousin, suffering under your cold tyranny.”

My eyes curved in mirth at their interaction. “Cold tyranny? I don’t think so. Connor is always gentle with me.”

“Remember to smile,” I murmured to Cassandra as we approached the Silverridge

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