Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 170: I Don’t Love You Anymore

Chapter 170: 1 Don’t Love You Anymore

(Connor’s POV)

1 emerged from the bathroom at Shadow Den, water droplets still clinging to my dark hair. My phone buzzed on the marble countertop with an incoming message from Gabriel Andrews.

The screenshot made my blood run cold. Adrian Sinclair’s Howlr post showed him dining at the Winters

Family Estate with Olivia and Grace. The second photo captured Olivia’s elegant profile as she sat at the

dinner table.

My wolf snarled with territorial fury. That calculating lawyer had maneuvered his way into spending an entire

evening with my mate under the pretense of arranging a playdate for the children.

The timestamp showed they had dinner together last night. While I was handling pack business, Adrian was

sitting beside Olivia in her family home, playing the role of the perfect gentleman suitor.

My ice–blue eyes darkened as I studied every detail of the photos. The intimate domestic setting. Olivia’s

relaxed smile. The way Adrian positioned himself next to her at the dinner table.

I dialed Dr. Victoria Sterling’s number immediately. The werewolf psychologist answered on the second ring.

“Alpha Connor, how can I help you?”

“Dr. Sterling, I wanted to check on Grace’s recovery progress. How is she responding to social interaction?”

“She’s making remarkable improvements,” Dr. Sterling replied warmly. “Yesterday’s playdate with Sophie

Turner was particularly beneficial. Grace showed genuine happiness for the first time since her ordeal.”

“What activities bring her the most joy currently?” I asked, my mind already formulating plans.

“Art supplies, children’s books, and anything that helps her express creativity. She’s also drawn to healing

crystals and nature–themed items.”

“Thank you, Doctor. This information is very helpful.”

I immediately called Frank Langley. “Frank, I need you to prepare an elaborate gift selection for Grace

Winters, Premium art supplies, rare children’s books, healing crystals, and anything else that would delight an eight–year–old girl recovering from trauma.”

“Understood, Alpha. When do you need these prepared?”

“Within the hour. I’m visiting the Winters Estate today.”

The next morning, I arrived at the Winters Family Estate with a mountain of carefully chosen gifts. Frank had outdone himself with the selection everything from imported colored pencils to first–edition fairy tale books.

Agnes Turner opened the grand entrance door, her expression warm but cautious. “Alpha Connor, Miss Olivia is in the sitting room.”

I found Olivia arranging flowers in a crystal vase, her honey–brown hair catching the morning sunlight. She looked up as I entered, her amber eyes notably cold.

“I’m here to see Grace,” I said gently, despite the tension radiating from her.

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“Thanks,” she replied curtly, not even looking at the gifts I carried.

“How is Grace’s recovery progressing? Is she sleeping better now?”

“She’s fine.” Olivia’s response was clipped and distant.

My wolf whined with confusion at her coldness. Something had changed dramatically since our last conversation at her law firm.

“Has she been having nightmares? Dr. Sterling mentioned-”

“She’s managing well,” Olivia interrupted, her tone making it clear she didn’t want to discuss Grace’s

condition with me.

The sound of approaching footsteps made us both turn. Adrian Sinclair appeared in the doorway, his gold–rimmed glasses reflecting the morning light.

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“Alpha Rivers, what brings you here?” Adrian asked with deceptive politeness, though his territorial challenge

was unmistakable.

“Why shouldn’t I be here? I’m visiting Grace,” I retorted coolly, my ice–blue eyes flashing with warning.

Adrian smiled with false warmth. “You misunderstood. No one said you couldn’t come. I’m simply curious about the timing.”

“I can see I’m indeed unwelcome in your presence,” I replied, my voice carrying dangerous undertones.

The tension in the room became suffocating. Both our wolves circled each other metaphorically, neither

willing to back down from this territorial dispute.

Before either of us could escalate further, Natalie Winters descended the grand staircase with Grace and

Sophie Turner in tow. The children’s laughter broke through the oppressive atmosphere.

Grace’s amber eyes lit up with genuine delight when she saw the mountain of gifts. “Are those for me?” she

asked with wonder.

“Yes, sweetheart. I thought you might enjoy some new art supplies and books,” I said warmly, my demeanor

softening completely in the child’s presence.

Grace clapped her hands together with joy. “Thank you, Alpha Connor! Can I open them now?”

“Of course,” I smiled, watching her happiness with satisfaction.

Natalie approached with polite reserve. “Alpha Connor, how thoughtful of you to visit Grace.”

Her response was courteous but distant – a marked change from her previous warm acceptance of me as

Olivia’s intended mate. The shift in family dynamics left me puzzled and concerned,

“Mrs. Winters, I hope Grace continues to recover well from her ordeal.”

“She’s been much better lately,” Natalie replied carefully, her eyes flickering toward Adrian with subtle

acknowledgment.

In the formal living room, Adrian and I sat rigidly on opposite ends of the expensive furniture. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken rivalry as we maintained our territorial standoff.

Olivia attempted to alleviate the uncomfortable tension by engaging Adrian in detailed professional discussions, “Adrian, have you reviewed the precedent cases for the Hengyang territorial dispute?”

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“Yes, I found several relevant rulings from the Northern Territory courts,” Adrian replied smoothly, his

attention focused entirely on her.

Their easy rapport and intellectual connection made my jaw clench with barely restrained jealousy. My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my controlled exterior as I watched them discuss complex legal theories.

“The jurisdictional issues are particularly complex,” Olivia continued, her amber eyes bright with professional

enthusiasm.

“Exactly. The territorial boundaries established in 1987 create significant complications,” Adrian agreed,

leaning forward with obvious interest.

I sat in silence, excluded from their specialized conversation, my hands clenched into fists on my knees.

As lunchtime arrived, both Adrian and I remained for the meal, neither willing to concede ground to the other.

The dining room atmosphere remained tense throughout the elegant lunch service.

After the meal, Adrian seemed to sense Olivia’s growing discomfort with the territorial tension. He graciously decided to leave with Sophie, demonstrating his tactical awareness.

“Sophie, we should head home now,” Adrian said gently. “But we’ll arrange another playdate soon.”

“Thank you for bringing Sophie,” Olivia said warmly, her relief at his departure barely concealed.

Once Adrian departed with Sophie, I turned to Olivia with urgent intensity. The political developments I’d learned couldn’t wait any longer.

“Livvy, the political situation in Blackmoor Territory is shifting. Frederick Warner’s supporters are losing power rapidly.”

Her amber eyes widened with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“The current administration is facing massive corruption scandals. Harrison Blackthorne’s government is

collapsing, and Frederick’s network of protection is crumbling with it.”

I leaned forward earnestly. “With the impending downfall of Frederick Warner’s allies in Blackmoor Territory, dealing with the exiled threat will become significantly easier.”

“This suggests hope for our future safety,” I continued, my voice filled with conviction. “The possibility of a peaceful life together without constantly looking over our shoulders.”

Olivia’s face crumpled with overwhelming pain. She struggled visibly with her emotions, her hands trembling as she gripped the armrest of her chair.

Finally, she whispered the words that shattered both our worlds: “I don’t love you anymore.”

My face turned ashen, the color draining completely from my features. My ice–blue eyes filled with raw

anguish as my wolf howled in denial deep within my chest.

“Livvy, what-”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered quickly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

She fled from the room before I could respond, leaving me devastated and alone in the elegant sitting room, my world crumbling around me.

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