The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 88

hapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened–1

Chapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened

(Connor’s POV)

I took a slow sip of my wine, deliberately keeping my tone indifferent as I avoided Olivia’s curious gaze.

“No one. Ethan was talking nonsense,” I said, hoping to end the conversation before it

began.

Olivia’s clear amber eyes turned toward me, her expression pretending to be fierce

though I could see the playfulness behind it.

“Con, don’t shut me out. I want to hear what Ethan Quinn has to say.”

I fell silent immediately. Despite my reluctance, I couldn’t deny her anything when she

looked at me that way.

(Olivia’s POV)

The private room at the restaurant buzzed with casual teasing and warm

camaraderie. Ethan Quinn’s joking words gradually peeled back the layers of Connor’s

protectiveness over me.

“Look at him,” Ethan laughed, gesturing toward Connor with his wine glass.

“Completely whipped man. One look from Olivia and he caves instantly.”

Gabriel Andrews quipped with a knowing smile, “You don’t understand. Whipped men

love their partners, not fear them.”

Gentle laughter rippled through the room as Rebecca, my childhood friend, softly

added, “That’s right, Connor is a wife–doting maniac. Always has been when it comes

to Olivia.”

Ethan then shifted the conversation, his expression turning more serious. “By the

way, Olivia, those two sleazy businessmen who harassed you before–Harold

Blackwood and Douglas/Thornton? They’ve been investigated.”

“Both are now detained for economic crimes,” he continued, a satisfied smirk playing

on his lips. “Their companies are being systematically dismantled by Connor’s

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I nibbled a piece of venison, feeling a mixture of pride, satisfaction, and justice wash over me. “They deserved it. Serves them right.”

“Absolutely!” Ethan enthusiastically echoed in agreement.

I realized we’d digressed from the original topic. My amber eyes sharpened with renewed interest as I pressed again, “Ethan, you still haven’t told me–who did Connor

nearly kill back then?”

Ethan hesitated, stealing a nervous glance at Connor, whose ice–blue eyes had narrowed dangerously. Despite this, Ethan answered honestly: “Seemed like

someone named Liam Davidson.”

that day?”

“Yes,” he replied simply, his voice controlled.

I sensed there was more to the story. “And then you beat up Liam Davidson?”

(Ethan Quinn’s POV)

I couldn’t contain my excitement to share the story despite Connor’s warning glare. I

jumped in enthusiastically.

“Oh man, you should have seen it! Connor was playing basketball with me when he received Olivia’s call. Without hesitation, he dropped everything and dragged me

twenty kilometers to the school.”

I gestured animatedly, recalling Connor’s expression. “He was already bristling with

protective rage before we even arrived.”

“Liam Davidson had no idea who Connor was–the Rivers family heir! The i***t

remained foul–mouthed and arrogant when confronted.” My voice dropped lower as I

recalled his disgusting words. “He was leering, saying, ‘That little girl’s just my type, skin soft enough to pinch water out of, that tiny waist looks good for riding–one day,

I’ll have her writhing for me-”

I saw Olivia’s face pale at the vulgar description. Connor’s jaw tightened dangerously.

“Before he could finish his filth, a vicious shout burst out as Connor’s fist silenced his obscenity mid–sentence.” I punched the air for emphasis. “Like a man possessed, Connor pummeled Liam with ruthless precision, targeting vital spots.”

I shook my head, still amazed by the memory. “He moved so fast and fierce that Liam soon crumpled helplessly on the ground. His agonized shrieks faded into

unconsciousness.”