The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 68

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Chapter 39: The Trap at the Banquet

(Olivia’s POV)

I paid no attention to Ethan Grey’s departure from the banquet. His presence–or

absence–meant nothing to me now.

Holding a crystal flute of champagne, I smiled politely as I conversed with yet another important guest. The evening had become a blur of introductions and small talk.

Connor stood beside me, his tall frame commanding respect as he introduced me to

several influential figures in legal and academic circles. His hand occasionally

brushed against the small of my back, a subtle gesture of support that didn’t go

unnoticed by the observant wolves around us.

“This is Olivia Winters,” he would say, his deep voice carrying a hint of pride. “One of

the most promising young lawyers in Riverdale.”

Alexander, not to be outdone, had been parading me around to meet various

business associates and pack leaders. His enthusiasm was exhausting but

endearing.

“My brilliant cousin,” he’d announce with a flourish. “The Winters pack’s finest.”

After hours of networking, my feet were screaming in protest. The elegant heels I’d chosen for the evening had become instruments of torture. I leaned close to Connor,

catching his familiar scent.

“You handle things here,” I whispered softly in his ear. “I’m going to rest on the sofa

for a bit.”

Connor nodded slightly, his ice–blue eyes meeting mine briefly before returning to his conversation with the middle–aged couple before him. Even that fleeting glance carried warmth that only I could see.

I made my way to a plush sofa in a quieter corner of the grand hall. Sinking into the cushions, I slipped off my heels beneath the table and massaged my aching feet with a sigh of relief.

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A waiter approached with a silver tray. “Strawberry juice, miss? It’s freshly made.”

My favorite. I accepted the glass with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

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The juice was deliciously sweet and refreshing. I took several sips, suddenly realizing

how thirsty I’d been. My stomach growled softly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten

before arriving at the banquet.

lips curled into that rare, subtle smile he reserved only for me before he turned back

Yet as we grew closer these past weeks, I began seeing the truth that had been there

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all along. Connor’s gentle persistence wasn’t new–it had been a constant throughout my life.

Long ago, when my mother passed away, Connor had quietly started caring for me in

his own way. He’d secretly learned to cook traditional dishes, then arranged for

Dorothy Jenkins to deliver them to me, pretending they were from the elderly woman

herself.

He’d tutored me tirelessly through difficult subjects, helping me gain admission to

Riverdale University despite my grief–stricken state. The marriage alliance proposed

three years ago had been entirely his idea; he’d actively approached my father, eager

to formalize our bond sooner rather than later.

I had fiercely opposed it then, even running away from home to Harbor City. Yet Connor never blamed me for my rejection. For three years, he traveled endlessly between Riverdale and Harbor City just to catch glimpses of me–yet never disturbed my life with Ethan, respecting my choices even when they must have hurt him deeply.

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