Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
How deliciously ironic. The future Luna of the Rivers pack, afraid of heights. I made a mental note to use this weakness to its fullest advantage.
By the time we reached the twenty-sixth floor, Olivia’s legs were trembling visibly. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look out through the gaps in the concrete walls where the windows should have been.
Marcus checked his watch and turned to me. “Boss Frederick, it’s 7:40 PM”
I nodded, my eyes never leaving Olivia’s pale face. Twenty minutes until Connor was supposed to arrive. Twenty minutes to break her spirit completely.
“Tell me, Miss Winters,” I said, circling her like a predator. “Do you really think Connor Rivers will sacrifice himself for you?”
She remained silent, lowering her head. I could sense her wolf whimpering within her, weakened by the silver but still present.
“I asked you a question,” I continued, my voice dripping with contempt. “Or perhaps you don’t know the answer? Perhaps you’re not as important to him as you think?”
Still nothing. Her silence was beginning to irritate me.
“You know, I’ve been watching your little charade for months,” I said, moving closer. “The fake breakup, the actress girlfriend, all of it designed to make me think you didn’t matter anymore.”
I laughed bitterly. “But Connor’s reaction when I called him told me everything I needed to know. He still loves you. Still thinks he can save you.”
Olivia’s shoulders tensed, but she kept her head down.
The pack bonds he was denied,” I spat. “The family connections I never had. All because William too much of a coward to acknowledge his own blood.”
My anger was building now, twenty years of resentment pouring out. “Do you know what it’s like to grow up knowing your father exists but wants nothing to do with you? To watch from afar as he builds a perfect family with his legitimate children?”
I grabbed her arm with brutal force, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Answer me!”
When she still didn’t respond, I violently pushed her forward. With her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t break her fall. She stumbled and crashed to her knees before collapsing near the edge of the building
A small cry escaped her lips as she found herself dangerously close to the twenty-six-story drop. Her fear of heights kicked in full force, and I could smell the terror radiating from her.
“Look down,” I commanded. “See how far you’d fall?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body shaking.
“What’s wrong?” I mocked. “Are you mute like some pathetic omega wolves? Can’t even speak when spoken to?”
My enforcers chuckled behind me, enjoying the show I felt a surge of power, finally having complete control over someone the Rivers pack cared about.
“You know,” I said thoughtfully, “I promised Connor he could trade himself for your release. But I never said I wouldn’t do anything to you first.”
Her eyes snapped open, amber orbs wide with horror.
“That’s right,” I continued, my voice turning crude. “I think my men deserve some entertainment before Connor arrives. How do you think he’ll feel seeing his intended mate violated by a pack of rogues?”
Olivia trembled in response, her wolf’s protective instincts clashing with her physical helplessness. I could see the internal struggle, the way her supernatural nature fought against the silver restraints. “You’re nothing but a claimed b***h anyway,” I sneered, using the most insulting werewolf slur I could think of. “Connor’s already marked you, hasn’t he? I have no interest in things other alphas have touched.” My voice filled with bitter resentment. “But my men aren’t so particular. They’ll take what they can get.” Behind me, Marcus Blake and Vincent Torres exchanged glances. I could see the predatory hunger building in their eyes. The prospect of assaulting the ex-Luna-to-be of the Rivers pack was clearly exciting them.
“Frederick Warner!”
The words exploded from Olivia’s lips, filled with hatred and fury. Her wolf might be suppressed, but he was still fighting.
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I was amused by her sudden outburst. “Oh, so you can speak after all. What’s wrong? Don’t like the idea of so many rogues serving you?”
“You beast!” she spat, her amber eyes blazing with defiance despite her bound state. “You monster! You’re nothing but a pathetic reject who can’t accept that nobody wanted you!”
The words hit their mark, but instead of anger, I felt a surge of satisfaction. She was breaking. The composed lawyer facade was cracking.
“There’s the fire I was looking for,” I said with genuine pleasure. “Connor always did prefer his women with spirit.”
I turned to my enforcers, who were practically salivating at this point. “Gentlemen, she’s all yours
Marcus Cole, my assistant who had remained silent throughout the ordeal, shifted uncomfortably. I caught a flicker of sympathy crossing his face as he witnessed what was about to happen.
Weakness. I couldn’t tolerate weakness in my organization.
“Marcus,” I called out mockingly. “You can have her after my enforcers are done. Consider it a bonus for your loyal service.”
His face went pale, but he didn’t protest. He knew better than to cross me.
“Actually,” I said, struck by a brilliant idea. “Marcus, I want you to record everything. Every moment, every sound, every tear.”
I pulled out my phone and tossed it to him. “Connor Rivers needs to see exactly what happens to those he cares about. I want him to watch his mate being defiled.”
I laughed maniacally as my revenge against the Rivers pack reached its crescendo. Twenty years of planning. twenty years of waiting, and finally I would have my satisfaction.
“Make sure you get good angles,” I instructed Marcus. “This is going to be the performance of a lifetime.”
(Frederick’s POV)
“Go, untic the silver-laced ropes binding her,” I commanded Marcus Cole, my voice dripping with sadistic anticipation.
“Yes, Alpha,” Marcus replied, though I could sense his wolf whimpering in protest at what was about to unfold.
Everyone present clearly heard our conversation. Just moments before, I had ordered my rogue enforcers to assault Olivia Winters, the future Luna of the Rivers pack. Those wolves had already begun advancing on her like starved predators sensing vulnerable prey.
Their eyes gleamed with lustful hunger as they imagined what they would do to Connor Rivers’ precious mate. The thought of defiling the daughter of an Alpha bloodline sent waves of excitement through their pack bonds.
Olivia was lying near the edge of the abandoned building, quite a distance from the rogues. The enforcers had only walked halfway when they heard my new command.
They all stopped abruptly, their wolves panting with lustful hunger. Their eyes remained fixed eagerly on Olivia as they anxiously waited for Marcus to remove the silver-threaded restraints that had been suppressing her werewolf strength.
Olivia glared fiercely at me, her amber eyes blazing with a hatred so intense it seemed capable of tearing me apart. The fury radiating from her was intoxicating.
I was savoring her rage like fine wine. A cruel smile curved my lips as I asked in a voice filled with dark pleasure, “Do you hate me, little Luna?”
Her silence only fueled my excitement. The way her chest rose and fell with barely controlled rage was magnificent.
I reveled in Olivia’s hatred, my wolf feeding off her rage and despair like a parasite. “Crushing you would be as easy as crushing an omega pup,” I sneered, my voice carrying the authority of an Alpha who had clawed his way to power through violence.
“Your anger is my stimulant, your fear my entertainment.”
Marcus approached Olivia reluctantly, his wolf’s instincts screaming against harming a female pack member. Especially one destined to be Luna.
He dragged her away from the building’s edge and began untying the silver-laced ropes. His hands treed slightly as he worked.
The moment the restraints fell away, Olivia’s werewolf strength surged back like a dam bursting. She desperately charged toward me, catching Marcus completely off guard.
The other rogues, their minds clouded by lustful thoughts and underestimating the daughter of an Alpha bloodline, were too slow to react to her sudden burst of supernatural speed.
I dodged Olivia’s Initial attack with practiced ease, my own Alpha reflexes honed by years of brut She moved faster than I had expected, but not fast enough.
I retaliated with a vicious backhand that sent her stumbling backward. Then I ordered my men to stay bec my eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Let me handle this wildcat myself,” I growled, my wolf rising to the surface.
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