Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 84 Dehitions and.

Chapter 84: Delusions and Despair–2

“Mr. Grey, your friends are concerned about you,” she begah, sitting across from me. “They tell me you’ve been. having conversations with Olivia Winters, despite her not being physically present.”

I bristled immediately. “They don’t understand. Liv is with me. Her wolf Cora still responds to Noah.”

Dr. Carter nodded, not challenging me directly. “Can you tell me when you last saw Olivia in person? Not the Olivia you speak to at home, but the physical woman herself?”

The question made me uncomfortable. “A few days ago. When she was moving out of her apartment.”

“And what happened during that encounter?”

My chest tightened at the memory. “She told me not to attempt to sever my life force again.”

Dr. Carter’s expression remained neutral, but I sensed her increased attention. “Have you tried to harm yourself, Mr. Grey?”

I rolled up my sleeve, revealing the faint, healing scar on my left wrist. This scar is proof of my love for her,

for Cora.”

Dr. Carter leaned forward slightly. “Can you tell me about that incident?”

“I exposed myself to a lethal dose of silver,” I admitted. “But I failed. The pack healers found me in time.”

“And why did you do that?”

“Because without Liv, without Cora, there’s no point to any of it,” I said, my voice breaking. “My wolf howls for

her every night.”

Dr. Carter sighed softly. “She will only hate you more if you do this. No werewolf likes an extreme, unstable

mate.”

Her words struck a nerve. “But she told me not to do it again. Doesn’t that mean she cares? Doesn’t that mean Cora still yearns for Noah?”

“Mr. Grey,” Dr. Carter said gently, “when someone tells you not to harm yourself, it doesn’t necessarily mean they want to be with you. It means they’re a decent person who doesn’t want anyone to die.”

My wolf whined in protest. “You’re wrong. Liv still loves me. She’s just confused right now.”

Dr. Carter changed tactics. “Let’s talk about your daily routine. How have you been sleeping?”

The therapy session stretched on for hours. Dr. Carter’s questions were probing but never accusatory. She guided me through breathing exercises when my wolf became too agitated, helping me regain control.

By the end, I felt drained but somehow lighter, as if some of the chaos in my mind had been temporarily

ordered.

“Mr. Grey,” Dr. Carter said as our session concluded, “I strongly advise you to slowly distance yourself from the relationship and the memory of Olivia in your heart. Shift your focus away from her. This fixation is harmful to both your human mind and your wolf.”

I nodded politely, but inside, my wolf howled in defiance. “Let him stay away from Livvy, from Cora, F

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“I’ll consider it,” I lied, already planning my return to the apartment where Liv’s phantom waited for me.

That night, back in my secondary apartment in Moonlight Gardens, sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned in the darkness, haunted by visions of Olivia. In my mind’s eye, I could see her wolf Cora running joyfully beside Noah, their fur brushing as they raced through moonlit forests.

Then the vision shifted, darkened. Connor Rivers appeared, his powerful silver–white wolf Adam standing proudly beside Olivia. I watched In horror as Adam marked her, claiming what should have been mine.

“NO!” I shouted into the darkness, my wolf Noah snarling in rage. “Stay away from her! She’s mine!”

The images wouldn’t stop. Connor’s hands on Olivia’s skin. Their wolves intertwined in intimate communion. The sounds of their pleasure echoing in my mind.

I curled into a tight ball on the bed, tears streaming down my face as sobs wracked my body. “No… Livvy…

Cora…no…

(Vanessa’s POV)

The truck finally stopped after what felt like an eternity of darkness and pain. Rough hands grabbed me, dragging me violently from the vehicle. My wolf Zoe, weak and trembling within me, could barely muster the strength to growl.

The familiar scent of the place hit me immediately – Connor’s Shadow Den. I’d never been inside this secretive facility before, but every Rivers pack member knew of its existence. This was where Connor dealt with enemies of the pack, where interrogations happened away from prying eyes.

I was thrown unceremoniously onto the cold concrete floor of the basement. My silver–burned wrists screamed in pain as I tried to break my fall.

“Welcome to your new home, traitor,” one of the betas sneered before slamming the heavy door shut.

I lay there in the semi–darkness, trying to gather my strength. The basement was cold and damp, the walls lined with what looked disturbingly like dried bloodstains. The air carried the scent of fear and pain – the lingering evidence of previous occupants.

Hours passed before the door opened again. Dominic Reeves entered, his beta wolf projecting cold authority. I recognized him immediately as Connor’s security chief, a man known for his ruthless efficiency.

“Well, well,” he said, circling me like a predator. “The prodigal daughter returns. Though not exactly by choice,

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