The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 83

Chapter 46: Bloodlines and Consequences–3

With trembling fingers, I searched through my contacts until I found Frank Langley’s

number–Connor Rivers‘ senior beta. It had been given to me months ago for a

business matter, and I’d never expected to use it like this.

I pressed dial before I could lose my nerve.

“Hello, Mr. Langley?” My voice quivered embarrassingly. “I have urgent news for

President Rivers concerning Miss Winters. Please put him on.”

Frank’s voice was professionally neutral. “One moment.”

I heard muffled sounds–a knock, a door opening, then Frank’s voice again. “President Rivers, a woman from Moonlaw’s litigation department wishes to speak with you. It’s

about Miss Winters.”

There was a brief pause, then a deep, commanding voice came on the line. “What is

it?”

(Connor’s POV)

The woman on the phone began speaking rapidly, her voice high with fear.

“President Rivers, I’m Heather Phillips, litigation supervisor at Moonlaw. About last night’s harassment of Miss Winters, I sincerely apologize. I arranged for her to meet those clients but it wasn’t my decision. Miss Vanessa Reed instructed me to ‘take special care‘ of her. I didn’t know Miss Winters was your fiancée. Please, I truly regret it. Don’t punish me… I was forced…”

At the mention of Vanessa’s name, my grip on the phone tightened dangerously. The

plastic creaked in protest.

“Vanessa Reed told you to do this?” I asked, my voice deceptively calm.

(Connor’s POV)

“Yes, yes, it was all Miss Reed’s doing,” Heather Phillips rushed to confirm. “I really didn’t know Miss Winters‘ identity. Please forgive me.”

I ended the call without another word, setting the phone down with careful control. The rage building inside me was cold and precise–not the hot, unthinking anger of

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youth, but the calculated fury of an Alpha whose mate had been deliberately

targeted.

+15 Points >

Frank stood silently by my desk, his posture rigid. I could smell the nervous sweat

beading on his forehead as he sensed the dangerous shift in my mood.

The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken tension. When I finally

spoke, my voice was like ice.

I grabbed my car keys and rushed out the door. There was only one person who could help me now–someone with enough power and resources to stop this wedding, no

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