Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 89

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Chapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened–2

“I was terrified,” I.confessed, my voice dropping. “I could barely restrain Connor or

avoid being accidentally struck myself in the frenzy.”

The table had fallen completely silent, everyone hanging on my words.

“When it was over, Connor’s hands dripped blood, splattered on his face. His ice–blue

eyes burned with fury.” I shuddered slightly at the memory. “He looked like an

avenging predator rather than the controlled man we all know.”

I continued, explaining the aftermath. “Liam was hospitalized for months with injuries

and subsequently expelled from school. His family’s business collapsed due to the

scandal and pressure from the Rivers family, forcing them to flee Riverdale in

disgrace.”

“Connor spent a few days in detention but was released after his father, William

Rivers, negotiated with the local authorities and paid hefty compensation to maintain

peace.”

I added with meaningful emphasis, my eyes twinkling as I looked between Connor

and Olivia. “Back then, I stupidly thought he was just protecting a vulnerable young woman, but recently I realized he’d always had his eye on you as someone special.”

(Olivia’s POV)

My heart clenched with complex emotions–shock, fear, gratitude, guilt. My slender fingers tightened around my wine glass, knuckles white.

I never imagined Connor had risked everything, even nearly killing another person and

facing punishment, on my behalf when we barely knew each other.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I barely registered the conversations around

me, my mind replaying Ethan’s story over and over.

Returning to my luxury apartment across from Riverdale University in the dead of

night, under a cold moon and sharp wind, I remained silent and walked ahead, lost in

emotional turmoil.

Connor followed anxiously, murmuring softly behind me, his normally commanding voice gentle with concern. “Livvy, please don’t be angry.”

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When I still ignored him, he slipped inside before I could shut the door, his expression wounded. “Livvy, are you afraid of me now?”

His voice trembled slightly as he pleaded, “Don’t be scared. I’m not a violent person, I’d never hurt you. That day… it was just… what he said about you triggered something in me. I couldn’t stand anyone saying those filthy things about you…”

Looking up at him with misty amber eyes, I sighed deeply, my voice tinged with helpless concern. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m just worried about you…”

My voice caught as I continued. “If you had really killed him, your whole future would be ruined… The authorities might have demanded severe punishment… It’s not worth

it, not for me…”

(Connor’s POV)

I gently pulled her into my embrace, my hand soothingly caressing her back like I was comforting a distressed child.

“It’s over now, it’s all in the past,” I murmured against her hair, breathing in her familiar

scent.

(Olivia’s POV)

My voice choked, tears welling again. “How many days were you in detention?”

(Connor’s POV)

“Not many,” I reassured gently, my thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped down

her cheek.

I hated seeing her cry, especially over something I’d done years ago without a second

thought. I would do it again in a heartbeat to protect her.

(Olivia’s POV)

“Did you suffer? I heard the food they serve detained people is just plain meat with

herbs. You can’t stand that bland diet, right?” My voice revealed concern, knowing his

preference for rich, flavorful meals.

(Connor’s POV)

I chuckled softly, feeling my ice–blue eyes warming at her concern. “Couldn’t stand it.

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Considered it a cleansing diet.”

My larger form enveloped her protectively, wanting to shield her from even these

painful memories.

(Olivia’s POV)

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Despite my tears, I let out a shaky laugh and punched his chest lightly. “You’re not fat

at all. Just trying to annoy me, aren’t you?”

My amber eyes sparkled despite the moisture still clinging to my lashes. Something

warm and tender was blooming in my chest, pushing aside the shock and worry.

(Connor’s POV)

I coaxed gently, my voice a low rumble. “Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore,

okay?”

My hands stroked her honey–brown hair with tender reverence. I’d waited so long to

be able to touch her like this, to comfort her, to be the one she turned to.

(Olivia’s POV)

Red–eyed, I gazed up at him, my curiosity still not fully satisfied. “Why didn’t you

me before?”

(Connor’s POV)

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