Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 110 The Broken.

Chapter 110: The Broken Wolf’s Lament

Chapter 110: The Broken Wolf’s Lament

(Third person’s POV)

Sitting in the corner booth, Connor pressed his lips tightly together. His ice–blue eyes darkened like an endless abyss as he watched his mate call out for him with heartbreaking desperation.

In a shadowy corner that no one paid attention to, someone raised their phone and secretly recorded this scene. The flash was barely visible in the dim lighting.

Olivia’s voice trembled with soul–crushing

you’re here, why don’t you dare to see me?”

dness as she cried out, “Connor Rivers, you coward! Now that

Her words cut through Connor like silver blades. Every fiber of Connor being screamed to go to her, but he remained frozen in place.

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His wolf Adam clawed at his chest, demanding he claim what was theirs..

But he couldn’t move. Not without exposing everything they’d worked to protect.

Seeing Olivia in such a broken state, Rebecca Frost felt her heart ache for her friend. She helped Olivia navigate through the crowd toward the exit.

“Come on, Liv,” Rebecca said gently. “You’re drunk and need to go home to rest.”

Two of the Frost family’s beta werewolf bodyguards followed closely behind. Their protective instincts were alert as they escorted the distressed she–wolf through the packed nightclub.

Olivia stumbled against Rebecca, her amber eyes glazed with tears and alcohol. “He’s here, Becca. I know

he’s here.”

“You’re imagining things,” Rebecca soothed. “Let’s get you home.”

When Maxwell Cooper received the video footage, Frederick Warner was in his American estate’s private suite. He was seducing a newly acquired humán lover and sharing wine with her.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with lust and indulgence. The air was heavy with alcohol, smoke, and the musky scent of desire.

On the leather sofa, a woman’s torn black stockings and black lace lingerie lay scattered in disarray. Evidence of their passionate encounter littered the expensive furniture.

After Frederick finished the shared wine, he wrapped one arm around the woman’s waist. His other hand explored beneath her skirt, causing her breathing to become more rapid and desperate.

Maxwell quietly stood in the corner/suppressing his presence. He played the role of an invisible, silent

observer.

Frederick demanded complete privacy when he indulged in his pleasures. Maxwell had learned to become effectively nonexistent during these moments.

The woman moaned softly as Frederick’s hands roamed her body. Her back arched against the leather cushions.

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Frederick’s control remained absolute even in passion. His movements were calculated and deliberate.

Two hours later, the woman lay naked and panting on the sofa. Her body glisteried with sweat from their

intense activities.

Frederick, however, remained fully clothed. His control was absolute even in passion.

The man leaned lazily against the sofa, extracting a cigarette from an ornate case. He lit it with practiced

ease.

White smoke curled upward, obscuring his sharp, aristocratic features. It lent him an air of dangerous sophistication.

Maxwell waited until Frederick was clearly finished before approaching. He needed to deliver his operational

report.

The woman, understanding her dismissal, gathered her scattered clothes. She left the private suite without a

word.

Maxwell informed Frederick that their shipment operations in California had been successfully completed. Frederick hummed casually in acknowledgment.

“What about our activities in Nation C?” Frederick inquired, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Maxwell’s throat worked nervously. “Complications arose with our contact Pa Shan. During a meeting with Jin Min, they encountered law enforcement interference.”

“They were forced to abort the transaction,” Maxwell continued fearfully. “While our operatives escaped capture, the valuable cargo was confiscated.”

Frederick’s eyes flashed with predatory violence. He snarled, “A group of incompetent fools lost the merchandise and still have the audacity to return.”

Maxwell remained silent, recognizing the dangerous shift in his employer’s mood. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

Frederick then demanded an update on their business project with Mesa Corporation in Nation A. Maxwell’s throat worked nervously as he prepared to deliver more bad news.

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“After our project termination, both parties suffered massive financial losses,” Maxwell reported fearfully. “Connor Rivers seized the opportunity to acquire Mesa Corporation.”

“The legal paperwork is currently being processed,” he added quietly.

With a thunderous crash, Frederick kicked over the mahogany table in front of him. Crystal glasses and documents went flying across the expensive carpet.

“Connor Rivers, one day I will make you pay double for everything!” he roared. His wolf’s rage was barely contained beneath his human facade.

Maxwell stood silently nearby, watching his expression carefully. He knew better than to speak when Frederick was in this state.

Only when Frederick had vented most of his fury did Maxwell dare to speak again. “Alpha, there’s the latest intelligence about Olivia Winters.”

Frederick composed himself, his voice returning to its usual controlled tone. The transformation was

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unsettling in its swiftness.

“What is it?” he asked, straightening his expensive suit jacket.

Maxwell opened the video file and handed over his phone. “Our surveillance team followed Olivia Winters to the bar and captured this scene.”

“She and Connor Rivers appear to be genuinely separated,” Maxwell explained.

Frederick took the phone and examined the footage. His eyes flashed with contempt and disdain as he watched Olivia’s breakdown.

The man chuckled sarcastically. “Hah, foolish she–wolf who believes in true mate bonds.”

“Then should we…” Maxwell began hesitantly.

“No need to continue monitoring her,” Frederick interrupted with a dismissive wave. “She’s just a discarded piece of clothing that Connor Rivers has thrown away.

“A worn–out toy he’s tired of playing with,” he added cruelly. “Right now I need all available manpower and don’t have time to waste on her.”

“Understood, Alpha,” Maxwell replied with relief.

“By the way, Alpha, Ethan Grey called requesting a meeting with you,” Maxwell added.

Frederick’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Who?”

Maxwell clarified, “Olivia Winters‘ former boyfriend.”

Frederick’s lips curled with disdain as he spat out three words. “Never heard of him.”

Maxwell explained carefully, “He offered Connor Rivers‘ whereabouts and internal intelligence about the Rivers pack in exchange for our investment funding.”

“That investment was later channeled to the Grey pack,” Maxwell continued. “The Grey pack is now developing very successfully and is considered a prominent enterprise in the Northern Territory.”

“The Grey family still holds value for our operations,” he concluded.

Frederick’s eyes flashed with contempt. “What use could some pathetic wolf that Vanessa Reed dug up possibly be? He’s nothing but a desperate lapdog.”

“Then Alpha, do you want to meet with him?” Maxwell asked cautiously.

Frederick considered for a moment, then smirked coldly. “A dog that’s eager to curry favor with me can be taken out for a walk when I’m in a good mood.”

(Connor’s POV)

Rebecca safely escorted Olivia home to her luxury apartment. She didn’t realize that I was following them at a careful distance.

My Cullinan moved silently through the night streets. I kept far enough back to avoid detection.

After Rebecca left, I went to Olivia’s home. My heart pounded as I approached her door.

Dorothy opened the door, slightly startled. “Alpha Connor, why are you here?”

“How is she?” I asked urgently, my voice rough with concern.

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“Miss Winters is severely intoxicated,” Dorothy replied with worry. “I was just preparing to brew her a sobering

remedy.”

I opened my wallet and extracted several bills. “Tonight, stay elsewhere. I’ll take care of her here.”

Dorothy took the money without question. “Of course, Alpha Connor, please wait a moment while I quickly pack some clothes.”

The housekeeper stepped aside to allow me entry into the apartment. I entered, bringing with me the scent of alcohol and the crisp night air.

My ice–blue eyes surveyed the space with a carefully controlled expression, Richard Winters had provided well for Olivia, and this residence was quite respectable.

Dorothy brought a cup of hot healing tea and placed it on the coffee table. “Alpha Connor, please sit and rest for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

I couldn’t focus on resting. My wolf was too agitated, too desperate to see our mate.

“Where is her bedroom?” I asked urgently.

Dorothy pointed toward the corridor. “Miss Winters‘ room is the first door on the left.”

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