Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 134, Desperate AL

Chapter 134: Desperate Alliances

Chapter 86: Confrontation in the Shadow Den

(Olivia’s POV)

“It definitely will,” Connor’s Ice–blue eyes were covered with a layer of haze. “But before that, I will make her responsible for what she has done.”

His statement was vague, not specifying exactly how he would deal with Vanessa. I studied his face, trying to read his intentions, but his Alpha mask was firmly in place.

Half an hour later, the Cullinan SUV drove into an unfamiliar place and stopped slowly. I turned my head in confusion, looking out at the sprawling compound surrounded by high walls.

“Where are we?” I asked, peering through the tinted windows.

“My base,” Connor replied, his voice steady. “The Shadow Den. This is where Vanessa is being held.”

After getting out of the car, Connor took my hand. “Follow me inside and don’t get lost. This place is very large.”

I let him lead me, my wolf Cora instinctively trusting his Alpha presence as I hurried to keep up. The winter wind was bitterly cold, cutting through my coat.

Connor noticed my discomfort and gently placed my hand into his coat pocket. Warmth spread from his

palm, and I felt less cold, Cora appreciating the shared heat.

Having only caught a glimpse from the car, I was stunned when I saw the place clearly. Though it was already past 10 PM, werewolves were still training everywhere.

They were organized in groups, each led by a beta, training in a disciplined manner. Despite the freezing winter night, the werewolves were dressed very thinly, some even shirtless, their powerful wolf forms radiating heat.

I had to admit, they were in great shape, all over six feet tall, and the shirtless men were all muscular. As for their looks, they varied. I quickly scanned around, seeing a few who looked decent, like two men I would later learn were Jackson Harris and Tyler Wilson from Connor’s training team, but most were very average.

“What are you looking at?” Connor asked, his Alpha possessiveness subtly flaring.

| I guiltily looked away, feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m just curious about seeing

werewolves in vests in the winter.”

Connor’s lips quirked slightly. “They’re training hard. Their werewolf metabolism keeps them warm. They don’t

feel cold.”

I hummed in response, still distracted by the impressive display of pack strength around us. Suddenly, a loud and unified voice, a chorus of respectful wolfish growls and words, shattered the night sky: “Greetings, Alpha! Greetings, Luha Apparent!”

I was startled and instinctively shivered, Cora reacting to the sudden display of pack hierarchy. Looking up, I saw a large group of werewolves standing neatly in front of us.

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Chapter 134 Desperate Al

Their formation was orderly, and they stood up straight, their postures exuding deference to their Alpha and his chosen. Connor nodded Indifferently, not saying a word, his Alpha presence commanding silence.

“Do they all know me?” I asked, puzzled.

Connor confirmed, his ice–blue eyes glinting with pride. “Yes, they do” He then addressed the group.

“Continue your training.”

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The resounding “Yes, Alpha!” echoed again, and the group dispersed in an orderly fashion to resume their

training.

“Let’s go, Livvy,” Connor said, continuing to lead me inside.

The main building of the Shadow Den was luxuriously and brightly decorated, resembling a high–end lodge. Crystal chandeliers shone brilliantly, murals depicting legendary wolf hunts hung on the walls, and the polished stone floor was so clean it reflected our images.

Connor led me into a private observation room. “Wait for me here,” he said. “The basement is dark, damp cold, and dirty, not a place for a future Luna. There are monitors in this room that can see the screens where the basement situation can be monitored.

The room was spacious, with the heating on, furnished with antique–style mahogany furniture and plush leather sofas. There were even desserts, fresh fruit, and hot herbal tea prepared on the mahogany round

table.

Connor took my hands out of his coat pocket and rubbed them in his own, his Alpha warmth seeping into me. I’ve ordered my betas to prepare these refreshments. If you need anything else, they’ll bring it.”

I shook my head. “This is more than enough.”

Connor led me to the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the large screen display in front of us. After pressing a few buttons, the monitor showed the surveillance footage from the Shadow Den Basement. “That’s the basement, Connor said, his voice neutral.

The screen was divided into four smaller screens, showing different angles of the werewolf detention cells. On one of the screens, Vanessa’s face appeared.

My hand tightened, Cora bristling within me. I stared at the screen, slawing my breathing unconsciously. From another angle, Vanessa’s entire body could be seen. She was huddled in a corner, her hands and feet bound with silver–laced ropes, which would weaken her wolf. Her face was bruised, and her violet eyes were filled with terror and despair.

I pursed my lips, my jaw tense. I remembered how pure and innocent Vanessa had seemed when we first met, a skilled manipulator

And at the Crescent Moon Stables, Vanessa had called me “Sister Winters” so sweetly, asking me to tear her how to ride, only to falsely accuse me of deliberately trying to harm her by using her concealed steel brooch to spook Moonbeam the white mare.

Fortunately, Connor had not been fooled by Vanessa’s scheme.

My brow furrowed, amber eyes filled with confusion. “Why would she do those things? It seems unnecessary if it was just because she disliked me.”

Chapter 134. Diebarorate Al

Their formation was orderly, and they stood up straight, their postures exuding deference to their his chosen. Connor nodded indifferently, not saying a word, his Alpha presence commanding silenc

Do they all know me?” I asked, puzzled.

Connor confirmed, his ice–blue eyes glinting with pride. “Yes, they do.” He then addressed the group. “Continue your training.”

The resounding “Yes, Alphal” echoed again, and the group dispersed in an orderly fashion to resume their

training.

“Let’s go, Livvy,” Connor said, continuing to lead me inside.

The main building of the Shadow Den was luxuriously and brightly decorated, resembling a high–end lodge. Crystal chandeliers shone brilliantly, murals depicting legendary wolf hunts hung on the walls, and the polished stone floor was so clean it reflected our images.

Connor led me into a private observation room. “Wait for me here,” he said. “The basement is dark, dampa cold, and dirty, not a place for a future Luna. There are monitors in this room that can see the screens where the basement situation can be monitored.”

The room was spacious, with the heating on, furnished with antique–style mahogany furniture and plush leather sofas. There were even desserts, fresh fruit, and hot herbal tea prepared on the mahogany round

table.

Connor took my hands out of his coat pocket and rubbed them in his own, his Alpha warmth seeping into me. “I’ve ordered my betas to prepare these refreshments. If you need anything else, they’ll bring it.”

I shook my head. “This is more than enough”

Connor led me to the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the large screen display in front of us. After pressing a few buttons, the monitor showed the surveillance footage from the Shadow Den Basement. “That’s the basement,” Connor said, his voice neutral.

The screen was divided into four smaller screens, showing different angles of the werewolf detention cells. On one of the screens, Vanessa’s face appeared.

My hand tightened, Cora bristling within me. I stared at the screen, slewing my breathing unconsciously. From another angle, Vanessa’s entire body could be seen. She was huddled in a corner, her hands and feet bound with silver–laced ropes, which would weaken her wolf. Her face was bruised, and her violet eyes were filled with terror and despair.

I pursed my lips, my jaw tense. I remembered how pure and innocent Vanessa had seemed when we first met, a skilled manipulator

And at the Crescent Moon Stables, Vanessa had called me “Sister Winters” so sweetly, asking me to her how to ride, only to falsely accuse me of deliberately trying to harm her by using her concealed steel brooch to spook Moonbeam the white mare.

Fortunately, Connor had not been fooled by Vanessa’s scheme.

My brow furrowed, amber eyes filled with confusion. “Why would she do those things? It seems unnecessary if it was just because she disliked me.”

Chapter 184 Desperate Al

I don’t understand either, Connor replied, his expression hardening. Til ask her myself later

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