The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 97

Chapter 54. Silver Wounds.

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Chapter 54: Silver Wounds and Pack Pride–1

Chapter 54: Silver Wounds and Pack Pride

(Richard’s POV)

I could barely contain the fury building inside me as I watched Eleanor Rivers interrogate my daughter. The hospital corridor felt suffocating, the antiseptic smell doing nothing to calm my nerves.

“So Connor took that silver dagger for you?” Eleanor’s voice cut through the air like a

blade, each word dripping with accusation.

Olivia lowered her gaze, her shoulders hunched forward in defeat. “Yes.”

The elder Luna pressed on mercilessly, her eyes cold as winter. “You were too

impulsive! We’d already called the territory enforcers, there were pack guards in the

estate, couldn’t you have waited? If you hadn’t been reckless, Connor wouldn’t have

been injured for no reason.”

My daughter’s face crumpled further. The sight of her–still wearing that

blood–stained engagement gown–made my heart ache.

“I’m sorry, Elder Rivers, it’s all my fault,” Olivia whispered, her voice hoarse and guilty.

Tears shimmered in her amber eyes, so like her mother’s.

Something inside me snapped. The Alpha in me would not stand by while my daughter was blamed for another’s crimes.

“Elder Rivers, what’s the meaning of these words?” My voice boomed through the corridor, making several heads turn. “It was your adopted daughter who stabbed

Connor with silver, also your pack’s member. Are you implying this dagger was meant for my daughter’s body instead?”

Eleanor’s eyes widened at my outburst, but I wasn’t finished.

“You say she was impulsive–if your son had a silver blade to his throat, would you

calmly wait for the enforcers? Would you risk it, knowing the kidnapper threatened to

kill in five minutes?”

My voice grew colder with each word, my protective instincts fully awakened.

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Chapter 54 Silver Wounds

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“Your guards couldn’t even stop them from k********g my younger daughter in broad daylight! Were they there to rescue or to collect corpses?”

The Rivers family stood frozen, shocked by my uncharacteristic display of emotion.

“My younger daughter was kidnapped, my older daughter risked her life to save her and nearly died herself, yet you blame her instead of the real culprit? What twisted logic is this? Are you believers of ‘victim blaming‘?”

My hands trembled with barely suppressed rage. I hadn’t felt this protective since

Sarah’s death.

The silence that followed was deafening. Eleanor’s face had gone pale, her lips

pressed into a thin line.

William Rivers, Connor’s father, coughed twice, breaking the tension. He fixed Eleanor

with a sharp, cold gaze, his ice–blue eyes–so like his son’s–flashing with authority.

“Richard is right, this is not Olivia’s fault. And what nonsense did you just say? You

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