Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
I hurriedly got dressed, quickly brushed my hair, and ran downstairs. The water had receded, leaving behind patches of dampness on the concrete floor.
I ran downstairs and immediately spotted a familiar figure under the eaves. My mate had actually come.
I ran out and saw the familiar figure under the eaves-lonely and solitary. He was facing away from me.
An Alpha who was usually so fastidious about cleanliness, his shoes were now covered with mud, his trousers splattered with dirt, and his clothes were also covered in mud. I had never seen Connor Rivers in such a disheveled state.
A pang of emotion surged through me, and I rushed forward, embracing Connor from behind. “You’re here,” I whispered.
Connor’s body stiffened. It was a long-awaited embrace.
The horizon was painted with gentle orange hues, like a painter’s casual stroke of color. In the morning light, smoke rose from the chimneys, mingling with the mist, as if reuniting mates, tender and affectionate.
All of this was as beautiful as a dream. Connor was gently embraced by me from behind, and time seemed to stand still..
He dared not move, afraid that the dream would shatter.
We silently embraced each other, then Connor turned around. I first noticed the Alpha’s Adam’s apple, trembling slightly with tension.
Then, I looked up into his deep, dark eyes. Those eyes were gazing at me with the devotion only a mate could show, and I couldn’t help but look away.
I muttered, “I told you not to come, why did you come anyway?”
Connor gently cupped my face in his hands, turning my gaze back to meet his. “Because I wanted to see you,
Leonor gently cupped so I came.”
The Alpha’s handsome features were deep and enchanting, his voice as gentle and warm as a spring breeze. My clear, bright eyes were brimming with tears, and I stared at Connor without blinking
“What is it?” Connor asked, gently stroking the tip of my nose, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Did you forget what I look like after just a few days?”
My eyes shimmered like water, and my voice was soft from just waking up. “It just feels so unreal, like a dream.”
“It’s not a dream,” Connor said, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “If you don’t believe me, pinch me and see.”
I snorted softly. “Even if I pinch you, I wouldn’t know if it hurts or not.”
Connor’s eyes were filled with laughter. “Then what should we do? My heart would ache if you pinched yourself.”
I giggled, lightly punching the Alpha’s chest, with a hint of playfulness. “Alright, stop being so glib.”
Connor took my hand, and said softly, “I’m being serious.”
My eyes were clear and pure, reflecting Connor’s handsome face. I bit my lip and asked him, “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“No, the road conditions were worse than I expected. I only arrived in Harbor City at three thirty in the morning. The city was much better, the water had receded, but the further I drove towards here, the harder the road became.”
He paused, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “By the time I got to the county, there was standing water everywhere, and about five kilometers from the village, it was all flooded, so I had to get out and walk.”
My eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You walked fifty kilometers?”
Connor hummed in acknowledgment. My heart ached.
Fifty kilometers along muddy paths, slipping and sliding with every step. Even for an Alpha wolf, it was difficult.
And the countryside was remote, the roads were treacherous, and surrounded by mountains. If it started raining again, there could be landslides.
I shuddered at the thought, and dared not delve any further. Then, something occurred to me, and I asked, “You didn’t sleep at all last night?”
(Olivia’s POV)
The Alpha’s eyes showed fatigue as he gently shook his head. Dark circles shadowed his usually sharp gaze, and 1 could see the exhaustion Wein on his shoulders.
“Go upstairs and sleep for a while,” I suggested softly.
Connor replied warmly, “Alright.”
In the distance, voices rose one after another. I looked over to see uniformed figures moving through the village with equipment and supplies.
“The Rivers pack rescue team has arrived,” I realized aloud.
Rachel Morrison was awakened by the noise and came downstairs, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “What’s that sound?”
I turned to look at her. “The rescue team has arrived.”
Rachel walked over and saw the man standing in front of me. Her steps suddenly stopped as she took in
Connor’s tall frame and commanding presence.
“Who is this?” she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
I paused, choosing my words carefully. “He is… the gentleman who called last night. His surname is Rivers.”
Rachel’s tone became subtle, her eyes filling with gossip-hungry interest as she looked between Connor and me. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head.
At this moment, Frank Langley, who had tactfully stepped away earlier, walked over. He greeted me with professional courtesy.
“Miss Winters, good morning.”
I smiled back. “Good morning, Mr. Langley, thank you for your hard work.”
I then introduced him to Rachel. “This is Mr. Rivers’ assistant, Mr. Langley.”
Rachel’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of an assistant. She quickly composed herself and warmly invited them inside.
“Please, come in! You must be exhausted after traveling all night without sleep. I can arrange the empty upstairs room for you both to rest.”
Frank stepped forward, presenting me with a pristine phone box. “Miss Winters, Mr. Rivers bought this for you when we reached Harbor City Urban Center.”
He almost slipped, nearly saying “Alpha” before quickly correcting himself. I could see him realize that I had introduced them as friends rather than revealing our true pack identities.
I accepted the phone with gratitude, touched by the thoughtfulness. Despite arriving at 3:30 AM when phone stores were closed, Connor had still managed to get me a new phone after learning mine was damaged by water.
“Thank you,” I said, meeting Connor’s eyes. “You didn’t have to do this.”
Connor’s expression softened. “I wanted to make sure you could stay connected.”
I offered to cook Emma’s Healing Herb Noodles for them before they slept. Rachel immediately protested,
“Oh no, Olivia! You’re our guest. I should be the one cooking.”
I gave Rachel a meaningful look, hoping she would understand. “Please, let me do this. I want to.”
Rachel caught my expression and quickly nodded. “Of course! I’ll help with the wood-burning stove instead.”
I prepared two bowls of venison and egg noodles with healing herbs, the familiar motions soothing my nerves. The rich aroma filled the small kitchen as I ladled the broth over the noodles.
