The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Confrontation with Margaret Grey and Farewell–2

Instead, she had departed with indifference, as if I were the one being dismissed!

“The nerve!” I muttered, rising from the chair with as much dignity as I could muster.

Martha appeared in the doorway, her expression carefully neutral. “Will you be staying for dinner, Luna Grey?”

“Certainly not,” I snapped, striding past her toward the front door.

My driver opened the car door as I approached, and I slid into the plush leather seat with a

huff of frustration. As soon as the door closed, I pulled out my phone, already planning how to convey my displeasure to Ethan.

Before I could dial, the phone rang in my hand. Cassandra’s name flashed on the screen.

“Cassandra, dear,” I answered, my voice instantly transforming from irritation to maternal

warmth.

“Luna Grey, how did it go?” Cassandra asked, her voice sweet with concern.

I sighed dramatically. “Cassandra, did you know that Ethan’s girlfriend has no respect at all? A

real shrew, proves the saying ‘bad backgrounds breed bad manners.”

“Oh no,” Cassandra responded, her tone sympathetic. “That must have been awful for you.”

I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine the secret delight my words brought her. Cassandra

had always been transparent in her ambitions, but at least she understood proper respect.

“Don’t get upset,” she continued soothingly. “Don’t lower yourself to argue with someone like

that.”

“You’re still the sweetest girl,” I replied, settling back against the seat as my driver pulled away

from Moonlight Manor. “That girl said she’s leaving in a few days and won’t come back. At

least she knows her place.”

“Really?” Cassandra’s voice perked up with poorly disguised eagerness. “So she’s breaking up

with Ethan?”

I smiled confidently, though no one could see it. “Even if she doesn’t, I’ll force them apart. After

her attitude today, she has no chance.”

“Are you going back home now?” Cassandra asked quickly. “I can come keep you company.”

“That would be lovely, dear,” I replied, pleased by her attentiveness. “I’ll tell you all about it

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when you arrive.”

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As I ended the call, satisfaction began to replace my earlier frustration. The girl was leaving,

and Cassandra would soon take her rightful place beside Ethan. Everything was proceeding according to plan, even if not exactly as I had envisioned.

(Olivia’s POV)

The familiar glass doors of the law center slid open as I approached. I had worked here for over three years, growing from an apprentice to a fully licensed lawyer. This modest building had witnessed my entire professional journey.

The receptionist looked up with a smile. “Good afternoon, Ms. Winters.”

I nodded in greeting, making my way to the director’s office. Mr. Wilson was expecting me, having received my call earlier.

this center. If you ever wish to return, there will always be a place for you here.”

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I hesitated, unwilling to lie to her. “I don’t think so, Emma. But this isn’t goodbye forever. We’ll

stay in touch.”

Emma wiped at her tears with the back of her hand. “It won’t be the same without you. You’ve

taught me so much.”

“And you’ve learned well,” I assured her, smiling despite the lump forming in my throat. “You’re

going to be an excellent lawyer, Emma. Better than me.”

She shook her head vigorously. “That’s not possible.”

I began gathering my few personal items–a small potted plant, a framed photo of my mother,

a few reference books I’d purchased myself. Emma watched silently, occasionally sniffling.

“What about Alpha Grey?” she asked suddenly. “Does he know you’re leaving?”

The question caught me off guard. Emma was one of the few people who knew about my

relationship with Ethan, though even she didn’t know the full extent of its complications.

“He will,” I replied simply.

As I packed the last of my belongings into a small box, I reflected on the unexpected turn my

day had taken. I hadn’t planned to leave quite so abruptly, but Margaret Grey’s deliberate

humiliation had forced my hand.

Yet perhaps this was the only way to protect my dignity, and to reclaim the courage to start

anew.