Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
My protective instincts as an Alpha’s daughter made me blame myself. I should have kept my friend safe from witnessing such trauma.
“This is my fault,” I said quietly. “I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”
Ethan Quinn looked at me over Lily’s head. His expression was equally grave as he took a deep breath.
“Olivia,” he said carefully. “William Rivers jumped to his death from the hospital rooftop.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. My wolf whimpered in distress at the news.
“What?” Rebecca gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
Ethan’s voice grew even more somber. “The news caused Eleanor Rivers’ heart condition to flare up fatally.” “The pack matriarch died from the shock,” he continued. “Her wolf couldn’t survive the loss of her son.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. Two deaths in one day. The Rivers pack was being torn apart. “How is Connor?” I asked immediately, my mate bond stirring with worry.
Ethan shook his head grimly. “He’s handling the aftermath alone. Gerald Rivers is in Europe on werewolf council business.”
Connor Rivers received the news of William Rivers’ suicide shortly after returning to the Rivers Pack Mansion. The timing was devastating.
William had committed suicide almost immediately after Connor refused to let him meet with Frederick Warner one final time. The guilt would be crushing.
The Rivers pack quickly sealed off the news from other territories. They couldn’t afford to show weakness to rival packs.
Gerald Rivers was in Europe and wouldn’t be back for weeks. Connor was left to handle this devastating aftermath completely alone.
The weight of leadership had fallen entirely on his shoulders. Two family members dead in one day.
Back in my ward, I was unable to sleep. The shocking events troubled me deeply.
They had torn through the Rivers pack like silver through flesh. The pain was almost unbearable to witness.
I knew Eleanor Rivers’ heart condition made her vulnerable to extreme stress. But what made William suddenly jump off the building?
Was it related to Frederick Warner’s crimes? The shame of his illegitimate son’s actions?
The guilt of the wolfsbane poisoning that was slowly killing him anyway?
I reached out through our developing mate bond. The connection was still fragile but growing stronger.
“Take care,” I sent to Connor, hoping he could feel my support.
After a long time, I received a reply. “I’m fine, rest early.”
But I could sense the lie through our bond. He was anything but fine.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But my dreams were vivid and disturbing.
A little boy with Connor’s ice-blue eyes looked at his father William. William was holding another child- Frederick Warner.
The little Connor said sadly through the pack bond: “It is clear that I am also his son…”
His voice was filled with the pain of a child who felt unloved. Unwanted. Second best to an illegitimate brother.
The scene changed suddenly. Connor stood alone in the rain outside the Rivers Pack Mansion.
He was grief-stricken, his powerful frame hunched with sorrow. His wolf was howling silently in anguish. “He is dead,” Connor said to the empty air. “There will never be another chance in this life to make things right between us.”
The regret in his voice was devastating. All the words left unsaid. All the forgiveness never given.
I woke up from the dream with tears on my cheeks. Connor’s pain was clear through our strengthening mate bond.
The connection between us was growing deeper every day. I could feel his grief like it was my own. Three days passed after William Rivers’ suicide. The Rivers pack was in mourning.
During a fierce storm that seemed to mirror the pack’s grief, I looked out my hospital window. The rain pounded against the glass relentlessly.
That’s when I saw him. Connor was standing in the rain outside Harbor City Memorial Hospital.
His powerful frame was hunched with sorrow. The storm soaked through his expensive suit.
But he didn’t seem to notice the cold or the rain. He just stood there, lost in his grief.
I immediately got out of bed. My wolf urged me to go to him.
He needed me. I grabbed a jacket and headed for the elevator.
(Connor’s POV)
“Connor Rivers.” Olivia’s voice was very soft, so soft that it was instantly drowned out by the sound of the rain.
As if sensing her thoughts through our developing mate bond, I still heard her. I turned back, gazing at Olivia from afar through the rain.
She stood on the moonlit corridor, while I stood in the pouring rain. The rain was too heavy, making my ice-blue eyes unclear through the downpour.
The storm had been raging for hours. Each drop felt like ice against my skin, but I barely noticed.
The pain in my chest was far worse than any physical discomfort. William’s death had torn something fundamental inside me.
But seeing Olivia there, her amber eyes filled with concern, something stirred in my wolf. A warmth I hadn’t felt in days.
Olivia opened her storm shelter umbrella and was about to step into the rain. My Alpha instincts triggered immediately.
I quickly walked towards her. My long legs took large strides, moving swiftly through the storm.
Olivia had only taken two steps when I reached her. The thought of her getting soaked in this freezing rain was unbearable.
“Your wound hasn’t healed et, don’t get caught in the rain,” my voice was hoarse with grief.
I reached out and took Olivia’s hand that wasn’t holding the umbrella. Her skin was ice cold against my palm.
I pulled her back onto the corridor. She couldn’t help but shiver at the contact.
Feeling her trembling, I immediately released her hand. My wolf instinctively wanted to warm her, to protect her from the cold.
“It’s cold at night, and it’s raining, go back quickly.”
Even through my grief, her safety came first. It was an automatic response, deeper than conscious thought. Olivia’s breath hitched. I could sense her emotions shifting through our strengthening bond.
Even in such distress over my father’s death, I would still subconsciously care for her safety. The realization seemed to affect her deeply.
The corridor was only lit by a dim flickering hallway light, casting a faint glow. Olivia put down the umbrella and leaned it against the ancient/stone guardian pillar.
“You…” Olivia paused for a moment, “Don’t stand in the rain.”
“Okay,” I said, watching her intently. My ice-blue eyes were filled with deep sadness mixed with gentle, loving affection.
The rain continued to pour, creating a rushing sound. On the corridor, we stood facing each other, momentarily speechless.
