Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 64

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Chapter 37: The Auction and the Luna’s Gift

(Ethan’s POV)

The crisp October air carried the scent of fallen leaves as I adjusted my charcoal suit, ensuring every detail was perfect. The tailored fabric accentuated my broad shoulders, projecting the commanding presence expected of the Grey pack heir.

“You look handsome today,” Cassandra purred, sliding her arm through mine.

Her designer gown hugged her curves provocatively, drawing attention from several passing wolves. I barely acknowledged her compliment, my mind focused on the auction ahead.

The Crescent Moon Auction House loomed before us, its elegant façade illuminated against the darkening sky. Tonight’s prize: a rare pink moonstone pendant, formerly owned by British royalty. Though its true value was closer to $300,000, the starting bid was set at $800,000.

“Remember why we’re here,” I reminded Cassandra. “That pendant is the perfect engagement gift for Alexander Winters‘ cousin.”

Securing Sophia Winters‘ favor meant potential alliance with the Silverridge pack–a strategic move that could multiply my investment tenfold through future business connections.

“Of course, darling,” Cassandra replied, her green–gold eyes gleaming with

anticipation. “I’ll help you choose something she’ll adore.”

As we approached the entrance, my entire body tensed. There, standing gracefully among the elite guests, was Olivia. Her honey–brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her delicate features perfectly.

But what truly unsettled me was the man at her side–Connor Rivers. The same Alpha who had beaten me senseless just days ago, now standing proudly beside my former girlfriend.

Dark irritation clouded my vision as I strode toward them, barely aware of Cassandra

struggling to keep pace in her stilettos.

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“Olivia, what are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice carrying the authoritative tone I used with subordinates.

(Olivia’s POV)

I felt Connor’s arm tense slightly beneath my hand as Ethan approached. Keeping my composure, I responded coolly without even turning fully toward him.

“What else? Of course, I’m here to attend the auction.”

My amber eyes remained deliberately focused on the entrance rather than acknowledging Ethan’s presence. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing any reaction from me.

Cassandra appeared at his side, her expression twisting with contempt as she looked me up and down.

“You? Attending an auction? What could you possibly afford here?” she sneered.

Ethan shot her a sharp glance that silenced her, though she still snorted disdainfully. Her green–gold eyes then settled on Connor, and I watched as her expression transformed from contempt to stunned appreciation.

Connor stood tall beside me, his refined features set in their usual stoic expression. His bespoke suit fit his powerful frame perfectly, and the luxury Timber Wolf Chronograph watch I’d given him gleamed on his wrist. His commanding presence made even Ethan appear diminished in comparison.

The realization seemed to dawn on Cassandra’s face–she was no longer the most impressive wolf in this gathering.

Connor remained completely indifferent to both Ethan and Cassandra, his attention solely on me. His ice–blue eyes softened as they met mine, a tenderness reserved

only for me.

“Let’s go, Livvy,” he said, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze–completely at odds

with his typically cold demeanor,

I nodded, allowing him to guide me toward the entrance. From the corner of my eye, I caught Cassandra’s dumbstruck expression. She had clearly recognized the intimate bond forming between Connor and me, a stark contrast to her earlier derision.

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Ethan quickly followed after us, leaving Cassandra momentarily abandoned and fuming with jealousy and confusion.

(Ethan’s POV)

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The auction hall exuded elegance, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over

the assembled elite. Victoria Blackwell, the auctioneer, stood at the podium in her

tailored navy blue suit, her poised demeanor commanding respect.

I deliberately chose seats where I could observe Olivia and Connor without being

obvious. The earlier lots held little interest for me–antique furniture, rare books,

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