Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 150

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Chapter 82: Trapped by Silver Chains

(Vanessa’s POV)

The forest air felt heavy against my skin as I walked briskly alongside Trevor, my wolf’s instincts screaming. danger with each step. Something wasn’t right. I could feel eyes on us, predatory and calculating, hidden among the trees and buildings of this unfamiliar town.

“Trevor, I think someone is following us,” I whispered, unable to keep the fear from my voice as my violet eyes darted nervously around the street.

The unfamiliar alpha and beta faces we passed only intensified my anxiety. Since fleeing the Northern Territory and severing ties with the Rivers pack, I’d been painfully aware of my vulnerability. My only protection now was Trevor Blake, a former Rivers pack enforcer whose loyalty stemmed from his desperate, unrequited obsession with me.

Trevor’s massive frame tensed beside me, his senses clearly on high alert as well. At six–foot–four of pure beta werewolf muscle, he cut an intimidating figure that had deterred many threats in the past.

“Nessa, don’t be afraid,” he growled softly, his voice low and reassuring as his hand moved instinctively toward the weapon concealed beneath his jacket. “No matter what happens, I will protect you with my life.” Despite his words, the knot of fear in my stomach only tightened. Trevor’s loyalty, however fierce, might not be enough against what I truly feared – Connor’s retribution.

“Trevor, if it’s Connor’s enforcers, you may not be able to protect me,” I said, my voice trembling slightly as I urged him toward our car. “Let’s drive faster back to the villa. We shouldn’t go out for a while; maybe the Rivers pack has already found my tracks.”

The white sedan felt like our only sanctuary, though a flimsy one at best. As Trevor started the engine, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were already too late.

Our escape was brutally short–lived. We had barely made it two miles when a black, reinforced pickup truck slammed into our side with devastating force, sending our sedan spinning across the road.

The air filled with the unmistakable roar of enraged wolf challenges, followed immediately by the deafening c***k of gunfire. Glass shattered around us as bullets tore through the windows.

“Nessa, get down!” Trevor yelled, already drawing his silver–loaded weapon, his beta wolf instincts flaring as he positioned himself between me and the attackers.

I huddled down in the passenger seat, paralyzed by primal fear as more bullets, some likely silver–tipped judging by their distinctive whistle, continued to pierce our vehicle. The acrid stench of gunpowder mixed with the metallic tang of werewolf blood – Trevor’s blood – filled the confined space.

“Trevor, are you hurt?” I cried out, my voice barely audible over the chaos.

Trevor’s face was a mask of grim determination despite the blood seeping through his shirt. “Nessa, there are too many of them, alphas and strong betas. We may not be able to escape today,” he responded, his voice strained as he fired back through the shattered window.

My face paled as terror gripped me. “Is it Connor’s enforcers? Are they going to kill me?”

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embrace. “I didn’t know how to tell you i couldn’t go back there.”

“You never have to explain such things to me, Livvy,” he’d responded, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Your comfort and safety are my priority.”

We arranged the details, and I felt another weight lift from my shoulders. By Saturday, I had hired a discreet moving company affiliated with the Rivers pack and enlisted Emma’s help to pack my belongings.

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Chapter 82 Trapped by Sif

before the door slammed shut once more.

I fumbled for the object in the dim moonlight filtering through the small, grimy porthole, recognizing it as a thick wool blanket. My momentary relief quickly turned to disgust as I felt the grime covering it and caught

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its scent stale werewolf odor mixed with a sickeningly sweet, chemical smell that I recognized as

wolfsbane residue.

I gagged, my stomach churning with the remnants of seasickness and the offensive smells. With as much strength as I could muster, I kicked the filthy blanket away, watching it slide across the metal floor.

Overcome by cold and misery, I wept, my soft cries swallowed by the vastness of the sea. Eventually, as the temperature continued to drop and my shivering become uncontrollable, I reluctantly reached for the foul–smelling blanket.

With trembling hands, I pulled it around my shoulders.

(Olivia’s POV)

The hospital corridor felt brighter today as I made my way to Leah’s room, my steps light with anticipation. Dr. Foster had just confirmed what we’d all been hoping for the bone marrow transplant was a success. “Leah!” I called as I entered her room, unable to contain my smile. “I just spoke with Dr. Foster. The transplant took perfectly!”

Leah’s pale face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen before, making her look more like the seventeen–year–old girl she was rather than the illness–aged young woman I’d first met.

“Sister Olivia!” she exclaimed, her voice stronger than it had been in weeks. “Noah told me this morning, but ! wanted to hear it from you too.”

I sat on the edge of her bed, taking her thin hand in mine. The cream woolen hat I’d given her was pulled snugly over her head, but beneath it, I knew her body was already beginning to heal.

“The pack healers will continue monitoring you, but Dr. Foster is very optimistic,” I explained, squeezing her hand gently. “Your body is responding beautifully to the treatment.”

With Leah’s recovery assured, I could finally turn my attention to other pressing matters. The past week had been a whirlwind of court appearances and case preparation for Moonlaw Legal Services, leaving little time for personal concerns.

But one issue couldn’t be ignored any longer I no longer felt safe in my apartment at Riverdale Terrace. Not after what had happened with Ethan.

The memory of his suicide attempt still haunted me, though I’d firmly rejected Margaret Grey’s manipulative pleas to visit him. The thought of returning to an apartment so close to where Ethan had nearly frozen to death, where his scent might still linger in the hallways, made my wolf bristle with unease.

Connor, ever attentive to my needs even before I voiced them, had already found a solution.

“I’ve arranged a new place for you,” he’d told me the previous evening, his ice–blue eyes warm with concern. “A villa in the quieter part of Riverdale, close enough to your work but with better security. Rivers pack guards will patrol the area regularly.

The relief I’d felt was immediate and overwhelming. “Thank you,” I’d whispered, leaning into his strong

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