The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Confrontation with Margaret Grey and Farewell–1

Chapter 7: Confrontation with Margaret Grey and Farewell

(Olivia’s POV)

I sat calmly in the armchair across from Margaret Grey, my hands folded neatly in my lap. Her

imperious gaze swept over me like I was an insect ‘she’d found in her expensive tea.

“I never intended to join the Grey pack,” I stated plainly.

Margaret’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows shot up in surprise. She hadn’t expected such directness. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized me from head to toe, taking in my simple

blouse and jeans with obvious disdain.

“Is that so?” she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief.

I could see the judgment in her eyes. To her, I was nothing but a social climber, a gold–digger hoping to elevate my status by attaching myself to an Alpha heir. Yet despite her obvious

contempt, I remained composed, my amber eyes clear and unwavering.

“Yes, that’s so,” I replied evenly.

Margaret adjusted her sapphire necklace, the massive stones catching the light as she moved. The gesture was deliberate, meant to remind me of the wealth and status I supposedly coveted.

“I understand women like you all too well,” she said, her voice laced with condescension. “It’s my son’s position as Alpha heir that attracts you, isn’t it? He must have given you plenty of

privileges already.”

I met her gaze unflinchingly. “I don’t care about his status.”

A harsh laugh escaped her perfectly painted lips. “Stop pretending. If you really didn’t care, would you have gotten together with Ethan at all?”

My wolf, Cora, stirred within me, bristling at the insult. I tamped down her indignation and

allowed a faint, mocking smile to curve my lips instead.

“Luna Grey, are you saying your son has nothing to offer besides his social status?”

Margaret gasped, her face flushing with indignation. The sapphires at her throat seemed to

darken with her mood.

“Sharp–tongued!” she snapped, her composure cracking. “Ethan praised you for being gentle

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and sensible, but clearly he was mistaken.”

I reached for the teacup on the small table beside me, taking a slow, deliberate sip while

Margaret continued to fume.

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“Such disrespect,” she hissed. “You don’t even know to serve tea to your elders. Where were

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