Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 93 The Alpha’s D

Chapter 93: The Alpha’s Desires

Chapter 93: The Alpha’s Desires

(Third person’s POV)

Frederick Warner sat in the back seat of the sleek black sedan, his storm–gray eyes reflecting the passing streetlights of Harbor City. The leather interior carried the scent of expensive cologne and predatory

satisfaction.

Maxwell Cooper, his driver and beta werewolf bodyguard, glanced at the rearview mirror. His weathered hands gripped the steering wheel as he spoke carefully.

“Alpha Warner, are we still going back to Miss Sophia’s villa tonight?”

Frederick’s lips curved into a cold smile. Sophia, a beta werewolf originally from the Northern Territory, came from a well–off pack before becoming an international customized tour guide for wealthy werewolves and humans. She hadn’t returned to the Northern Territory for two years after following Frederick to Blackmoor

Territory.

She was his most beloved mistress in Blackmoor Territory. This time she had also come to the Northern Territory with him, expecting his attention and affection.

Frederick leaned back against the plush seat, his wolf stirring with different desires. “No, Maxwell. I have other plans tonight.”

His voice carried the dangerous edge of an Alpha accustomed to taking whatever he wanted. “Tell me about that pure young omega werewolf Samuel Blackwood presented to me upon our arrival in Riverdale.”

Maxwell’s jaw tightened slightly. He knew his Alpha’s predatory nature all too well.

“The university student, Alpha? I believe her name was Lily or something similar.”

Frederick’s eyes gleamed with dark interest. “Yes, that one. Fresh, untouched, innocent. Much more appealing than familiar territory.”

Maxwell hesitated, his beta instincts warning him to tread carefully. “Alpha Warner, you promised Miss Sophia dinner tonight. She’s been preparing all afternoon.”

Frederick waved his hand dismissively, his wolf clearly uninterested in old conquests. “Sophia can wait. Or better yet, she can learn that promises mean nothing when better opportunities arise.”

His tone carried the casual cruelty of someone who viewed others as disposable entertainment. “The young omega, however, represents fresh possibilities.”

Maxwell, familiar with Frederick’s predatory nature and the futility of arguing, remained silent. He started the car, the engine purring to life as they drove away from Sophia’s villa.

The beta driver’s wolf whimpered quietly at the callousness, but survival meant obedience to his Alpha’s

desires.

At the villa, Sophia had prepared a romantic dinner with perfectly cooked venison steak, fresh roses arranged

in crystal vases, and bottles of expensive moonlight wine chilling in silver buckets.

The dining room glowed with candlelight, creating an intimate atmosphere she hoped would rekindle

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Frederick’s interest. Her wolf paced anxiously as minutes turned to hours.

She checked her phone repeatedly, her heart sinking with each passing moment. The venison grew cold, the wine lost its chill, and the roses began to wilt.

Tears gathered in her eyes as disappointment replaced expectation. Her wolf whimpered in distress, sensing the rejection before her human mind fully accepted it.

Finally, she couldn’t bear the waiting any longer. With trembling fingers, she dialed Frederick’s number.

The phone connected after several rings. Instead of Frederick’s voice, she heard explicit sounds that made

her blood run cold.

Heavy breathing, feminine moans, and the unmistakable sounds of Frederick engaging in intimacy with another she–wolf filled her ears. Her heart shattered as she recognized his low growls of satisfaction:

“Frederick?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Ah, Sophia,” Frederick’s voice came through the phone, breathless but utterly callous. “I won’t be joining you for dinner tonight. I’ve found more… stimulating company.”

The sounds continued in the background, each moan from the other she–wolf like a dagger to Sophia’s heart. Her wolf howled silently in anguish.

“But you promised-” she began.

“Promises change,” Frederick interrupted coldly. “Surely you understand that by now.”

Sophia could no longer listen. Her hands shaking with heartbreak and rage, she slammed the phone down.

Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the romantic dinner she’d prepared with such hope. Her wolf curled up in devastation, feeling utterly abandoned and worthless.

Meanwhile, at Moonlight Manor, Olivia Winters sat at her laptop, working remotely on her legal cases. She had obediently followed Connor’s instructions to stay home, her amber eyes focused on the screen as she reviewed Noah Pierce’s arbitration documents.

The manor felt secure with Connor’s beta enforcers stationed around the property. Their presence provided comfort, though her wolf remained alert to potential dangers.

Connor arrived as evening fell, his powerful Alpha presence immediately filling the room. His ice–blue eyes scanned her face, checking for any signs of distress.

“Livvy, I have updates about Raymond Lewis,” he said, settling beside her on the couch.

Olivia looked up from her laptop, her attention fully focused on him. “What did you discover?” “Raymond Lewis’s backer is Samuel Blackwood,” Connor revealed, his voice grim. “He’s a local influential rogue Alpha with connections in both legitimate pack businesses and the rogue underworld.”

Olivia’s wolf bristled at the name. “Samuel Blackwood? I’ve heard whispers about him in legal circles.” Connor nodded, his expression darkening. “More concerning is that Samuel Blackwood met with Frederick Warner upon his return to the Northern Territory. They’re forming a dangerous alliance to counter me and the Rivers Pack.”

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