The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 70

Chapter 40: Primal Instincts–1

Chapter 40: Primal Instincts

(Olivia’s POV)

The elevator panel lit up with the number twenty–two, the glowing digits swimming before my unfocused eyes. My limbs felt like lead, my thoughts scattered like autumn leaves in a storm.

“Where are you taking me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own

ears.

Jeremy Walsh remained silent, his grip tightening painfully around my arm as my strength continued to fade. My body burned as if my blood had been replaced with liquid fire, the drug coursing through my veins making me feel disoriented and weak.

The walls of the elevator seemed to pulse and waver. I tried again to pull away, but my muscles refused to cooperate. Despair clouded my mind as I realized how helpless I

truly was. My eyelids grew heavy, and I let them close, surrendering to the inevitable.

Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a halt at the eighteenth floor. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and a familiar voice pierced through my haze.

“Livvy!”

My eyes flew open instantly. There, stepping into the elevator, was Connor Rivers, his ice–blue eyes narrowing dangerously as they took in my condition.

Jeremy, realizing things had gone terribly awry, immediately released me and

attempted to flee. But in his haste, he shoved me aside, and my weakened legs gave

way beneath me.

I would have crumpled to the floor if Connor hadn’t caught me, his strong arms wrapping securely around my waist. I clung to him, soft and boneless, wrapping my

arms around his neck and murmuring unconsciously, “Con…”

Connor’s expression darkened at my fragile, sweet cry. His jaw clenched tight, a

muscle ticking in his cheek as he held me against his chest.

“Frank,” he barked into his phone, his voice cold with fury. “Pull the elevator

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surveillance footage immediately. Seal all hotel exits. Find the impostor who was just

with Olivia.”

I tightened my grip around his neck, my fevered breaths brushing against his skin. Even in my drugged state, I instinctively sought safety in his presence, burying my face against his shoulder.

He gently steadied my chin with one hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Livvy, did

someone drug you?” he asked, his voice low and controlled despite the rage I could

feel radiating from him.

I nodded feebly. “The juice just now… something’s wrong with it.”

weren’t enough to soothe the fire raging within me.

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