The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 74

<Chapter 42 Pack Bonds a

Chapter 42: Pack Bonds and Hidden Truths–1

Chapter 42: Pack Bonds and Hidden Truths.

(Olivia’s POV)

“I have an appointment with my colleagues this afternoon to visit the colleague who

was injured during the knife attack last time,” I explained softly, adjusting the silk scarf around my neck.

Connor immediately nodded, his ice–blue eyes warming with consideration. “I’ll have

Henry prepare some fruit baskets, flowers, and nutritional supplements.”

Without refusing his kindness, I nodded. “Alright.”

Moments later, the hotel staff delivered a brand new set of women’s clothing – a

cream–colored blouse and tailored navy slacks that fit me perfectly. I couldn’t help but

wonder how Connor had managed to get my exact size.

When I finished changing and was about to leave, Connor suddenly pulled me back

with a gentle tug on my wrist.

“Wait,” he said, his voice low.

I looked at him, puzzled. “What is it?”

Connor smiled with a hint of mischief and pointed at my neck. Confused, I walked

over to the vanity and looked into the mirror.

I sharply inhaled at what I saw. Several purplish marks dotted my neck, unmistakable

evidence of our night together. Heat rushed to my face as I turned around and glared

at him coquettishly.

“Why did you leave hickeys here?” I demanded, trying to sound stern despite my

embarrassment.

Connor rubbed his nose, chuckling. “Not just there.”

My eyes widened in horror. “What do you mean ‘not just there‘?”

“Check your collarbone,” he suggested with a smirk.

I quickly pulled my blouse aside and gasped at the trail of marks. “Connor Rivers!

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<Chapter 42 Pack Bonds a

How am I supposed to see anyone like this?”

“I’ll have someone bring over a silk scarf,” he offered, not looking the least bit

apologetic.

I sighed in resignation. “I guess that’s the only way.”

*15 Points?

After twenty minutes spent tidying up and ensuring all evidence of our passionate night was properly concealed, we finally headed downstairs.

In the underground parking lot, Frank Langley was already waiting beside a luxury SUV. His expression remained professionally neutral, though I wondered if he could guess what had transpired between Connor and me.

Opening the trunk, Frank revealed several carefully prepared fruit baskets, bouquets

of fresh flowers, and high–quality nutritional supplements.

“Mr. Rivers, here are the items you instructed me to bring,” he reported efficiently.

Connor nodded approvingly, inspecting the items. I was touched by his

at the hospital entrance. I stepped out, circled around to the trunk, and picked up a

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