Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 70

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Chapter 40: Primal Instincts

(Olivia’s POV)

The elevator panel lit up with the number twenty–two, the glowing digits swimming before my unfocused eyes. My limbs felt like lead, my thoughts scattered like autumn leaves in a storm.

“Where are you taking me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own

ears.

Jeremy Walsh remained silent, his grip tightening painfully around my arm as my strength continued to fade. My body burned as if my blood had been replaced with liquid fire, the drug coursing through my veins making me feel disoriented and weak.

The walls of the elevator seemed to pulse and waver. I tried again to pull away, but my muscles refused to cooperate. Despair clouded my mind as I realized how helpless I

truly was. My eyelids grew heavy, and I let them close, surrendering to the inevitable.

Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a halt at the eighteenth floor. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and a familiar voice pierced through my haze.

“Livvy!”

My eyes flew open instantly. There, stepping into the elevator, was Connor Rivers, his ice–blue eyes narrowing dangerously as they took in my condition.

Jeremy, realizing things had gone terribly awry, immediately released me and

attempted to flee. But in his haste, he shoved me aside, and my weakened legs gave

way beneath me.

I would have crumpled to the floor if Connor hadn’t caught me, his strong arms wrapping securely around my waist. I clung to him, soft and boneless, wrapping my

arms around his neck and murmuring unconsciously, “Con…”

Connor’s expression darkened at my fragile, sweet cry. His jaw clenched tight, a

muscle ticking in his cheek as he held me against his chest.

“Frank,” he barked into his phone, his voice cold with fury. “Pull the elevator

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surveillance footage immediately. Seal all hotel exits. Find the impostor who was just

with Olivia.”

I tightened my grip around his neck, my fevered breaths brushing against his skin. Even in my drugged state, I instinctively sought safety in his presence, burying my face against his shoulder.

He gently steadied my chin with one hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Livvy, did

someone drug you?” he asked, his voice low and controlled despite the rage I could

feel radiating from him.

I nodded feebly. “The juice just now… something’s wrong with it.”

His ice–blue eyes sharpened with dangerous intent. Without hesitation, he lifted me

into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I weighed nothing at all.

His embrace, broad and steady, brought me a deep sense of security. My anxious

heart finally settled as I pressed my ear against his chest, listening to the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

The elevator soon stopped at the twenty–second floor, but Connor pressed the button

for the top floor instead. With one hand, he typed a message to Alexander, his

movements efficient despite holding me.

When we reached the presidential suite, he carried me inside and carefully laid me on

the enormous bed. The cool sheets felt heavenly against my burning skin, but they

weren’t enough to soothe the fire raging within me.

The drug’s effects were intensifying by the minute. My blood felt like it was ablaze,

every nerve ending hypersensitive. I gazed up at Connor through misty amber eyes,

my voice soft and helpless.

“Con… I’m so hot…”

He straightened up, his expression grim as he turned to leave. Panic seized me at the thought of being alone, and I desperately grabbed his shirt.

“Con, don’t go,” I pleaded, my voice breaking.

I knew I must look pitiful with my flushed cheeks and dewy eyes, but I couldn’t bear

the thought of him leaving me in this state. The burning sensation was becoming

unbearable, a desperate need building inside me that I’d never experienced before.

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Connor stood frozen, his ice–blue eyes darkening as he looked down at me. I could see the inner conflict tearing at him, his lips pressed into a hard line as he battled with himself.

I sensed what I’d been afflicted with–a powerful aphrodisiac–and its only effective antidote. Though reason still burned inside me, my body ached intolerably as the drug triggered an intense physical reaction I couldn’t control.

“Con, can you… help me?” I whimpered softly, my watery amber eyes and trembling voice making the request unmistakable.

Under the warm, golden light of the suite, my fragile form lay enveloped in his

shadow. I looked up at him with pleading innocence, unable to articulate exactly what I needed but hoping he would understand.

Connor’s breath grew ragged, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. “How do you want me to help you?” he asked, his voice husky and strained.

I blushed deeply, unable to answer. I’d never been intimate before, having only ever held hands with Ethan Grey in our three years of dating. The realization of what I was asking for filled me with shame, and I averted my face, unable to meet his intense

gaze.

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