Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 137

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Chapter 75: The Little Moon’s Hope

(Olivia’s POV)

The snow fell in gentle flurries as I stepped out of the Moonlaw Legal Services building. The winter air bit at my exposed skin, and I pulled my coat tighter around me. My breath formed small clouds in the frigid evening

air.

Connor’s luxury Cullinan SUV was already waiting at the curb, its sleek black exterior dusted with fresh

snowflakes. The driver’s door opened, and Connor emerged, tall and commanding in his dark overcoat.

“You’re early,” I said, smiling despite my exhaustion from the long day.

“I didn’t want you waiting in this weather.” His ice–blue eyes swept over me with concern as he guided me toward the passenger door.

Once inside the warm interior, Connor took my cold hands between his. His touch was like fire against my chilled skin, his wolf’s higher body temperature immediately providing comfort.

“Your hands are freezing,” he murmured, rubbing them gently. “You should have called me to pick you up

earlier.”

“I had to finish reviewing Noah’s case files,” I explained. “The hearing is next week.”

Connor’s thumbs traced circles on my palms, sending pleasant tingles up my arms. “How is he doing?”

“Better. The occupational therapist says he’s making good progress with the prosthetic hand.”

Connor nodded, his expression softening. “And Leah? Any news before we see her?”

I shook my head, feeling the familiar weight of worry settle in my chest. “Nothing yet. The registry is still searching for a match.”

The drive to Harbor City Memorial Hospital was quiet, both of us lost in our thoughts. Connor’s hand rested on mine, a silent reminder of his support that meant more than words could express.

When we arrived at the hospital, the antiseptic smell hit me as soon as we entered. The fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over the sterile corridors as we made our way to Leah’s room.

We found her sitting by the window, her thin frame wrapped in a hospital gown. The pink woolen hat that Noah had bought her covered her chemotherapy–induced hair loss. She was staring out at the falling snow, lost in thought.

“Leah?” I called softly.

She turned, her pale face lighting up when she saw me. “Olivia! I wasn’t expecting you today.”

“I wanted to introduce you to someone special,” I said, gesturing to Connor. “This is Connor Rivers, my

mate–to–be.”

Leah’s eyes widened as she took in Connor’s imposing presence. Her wolf instinctively lowered itself in deference to his Alpha status.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Alpha Rivers,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Connor’s expression softened as he approached her bedside. The honor la mine, Lean. Olivia het Tol lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” she replied with a shy smile.

“The best,” Connor assured her, his usual intimidating aura tempered by genuine warmth

I reached into my bag and pulled out a small package wrapped in tissue paper. “I brought you something

Leah’s amber eyes lit up with curiosity as she accepted the gift. Her thin fingers carefully unwrapped the package to reveal a cream–colored woolen hat.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, running her fingers over the soft material.

“I noticed your pink one was getting a bit worn,” I explained. “I thought you might like a new one.”

Without hesitation, Leah removed her old pink hat and replaced it with the cream one. The color complemented her pale skin, bringing a touch of warmth to her face.

“How do I look?” she asked, adjusting it slightly.

“Perfect,” I assured her, my heart warming at the genuine joy in her expression.

Connor’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting subtly. “Excuse me, f need to take this.”

As he stepped out into the hallway, I took a seat beside Leah’s bed. “How are you feeling today?”

“Better than yesterday,” she said, her fingers still touching the soft hat. “The doctors say my latest blood work shows some improvement.”

“That’s wonderful news,” I said, squeezing her hand gently.

Leah’s smile faltered slightly. “But they still say I need the bone marrow transplant. Without it…”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence. We both knew what was at stake.

(Connor’s POV)

I stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me before answering the call. “Dominic. What’s the situation?”

“We’ve hit a snag with Frederick’s project in America,” Dominic Reeves reported. “He’s managed to secure emergency funding through a shell company.”

My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin. “Find the source and shut it down.”

“Already working on it, Alpha. There’s more–we’ve confirmed Vanessa’s involvement and location. She’s staying at a private villa on the outskirts of San Francisco.”

My jaw tightened at the mention of my foster sister. The betrayal still cut deep, despite everything I now knew about her obsession and instability.

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