Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
Through their pack mind-link, she spoke without words: *I’m leaving, Father.*
Richard said nothing. He couldn’t find his voice past the crushing weight of old grief.
Olivia turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the vast hall. Behind her, Richard remained frozen, lost in memories of his beloved first mate.
After several minutes of painful silence, Richard slowly climbed the grand staircase to his private chambers. Each step felt like carrying the weight of the world.
In the dining room, Natalie Winters surveyed the elaborate feast she had prepared with such hope. Roasted venison with moonlight herbs, Olivia’s favorite honey cakes, imported wine from the finest vineyards.
The table was set for three with the family’s best china and crystal. Candles flickered in silver holders, casting warm light over the untouched meal.
Natalie sighed heavily, her heart breaking for the fractured family she had tried so hard to heal. Years of effort, and still the wounds remained raw and bleeding.
She began clearing the dishes with mechanical precision. The food would go to waste, just like her dreams of family unity.
Olivia drove through the night toward Harbor City, her hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The confrontation with her father replayed endlessly in her mind.
She needed alcohol. She needed her friends. She needed anything to dull the ache in her chest.
Pulling into Nightshade Bar’s parking lot, she immediately called Lily. The phone rang twice before Lily’s breathless voice answered.
“Livvy? What’s wrong?” Lily sounded distracted, her voice slightly muffled.
In the background, Olivia heard Ethan Quinn’s low chuckle and the rustle of sheets. Her friend was clearly in the middle of intimate bonding activities.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called,” Olivia said quickly, embarrassment flooding her cheeks.
“No, wait!” Lily’s voice became sharp with concern. “You sound upset. I’m coming right now.”
“Don’t interrupt your time with Ethan,” Olivia protested. “I have Emma with me for protection anyway.”
“Are you sure? I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“I’m sure. Enjoy your evening.”
After hanging up, Lily turned to Ethan with playful annoyance. “You distracted me during an important call.”
Ethan grinned unrepentantly, pulling her closer. “Your friend will be fine. She’s a strong Luna.”
But Lily’s expression grew serious. “Something’s really wrong. I can hear it in her voice.”
Olivia tried calling Rebecca Frost next, but the calls went straight to voicemail. Rebecca was probably still dealing with her mysterious business in America.
Desperate for companionship, she called Emma Thompson. Emma answered immediately, her voice warm with concern.
“Olivia? It’s late. Is everything alright?”
“I need friends tonight,” Olivia said simply. “Can you meet me at Nightshade Bar?”
“Of course! I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Next, she called Jade Mitchell, who responded with equal enthusiasm despite the late hour.
“I’ll bring my car,” Jade offered. “We can make sure you get home safely.”
Within thirty minutes, both friends had arrived at Nightshade Bar. The supernatural nightlife venue pulsed with energy, werewolves and other creatures mingling in the dim lighting.
They secured a private booth in the back corner, away from the main crowd. Emma immediately ordered an assortment of moonberry wine and other werewolf-safe beverages.
But Olivia ignored the gentler options. She grabbed a bottle of moonfire whiskey and twisted off the cap with determined fingers.
“Olivia, no!” Emma gasped as Olivia lifted the bottle to her lips. “That’s too strong to drink straight!”
Olivia took a long pull, the liquid burning down her throat like liquid fire. Her amber eyes watered, but she didn’t stop.
“What happened?” Jade asked gently, sliding closer in the booth. “What’s got you so upset?”
Olivia lowered the bottle, tears streaming down her cheeks. “My father wants me to sever my mate bond with Connor. But I just don’t want to.”
Emma’s expression softened with understanding. “Is it because of Connor’s connection to
Frederick Warner? That whole revenge plot was terrifying.”
“Yes,” Olivia nodded miserably. “Frederick had connections to corrupt officials in Blackmoor
Territory. Father thinks Connor is too dangerous.”
“I can understand why Alpha Richard would be concerned,” Emma said carefully. “You were nearly killed multiple times.”
Olivia’s voice cracked with anguish. “But Frederick is imprisoned now. His accomplices are sentenced. The threat is gone!”
She took another drink, the alcohol making her emotions more raw. “Why can’t I be with my true mate?”
Jade placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I understand your point, but I can also see your father’s perspective. He’s trying to protect you.”
“I don’t care about protection,” Olivia declared fiercely. “I love Connor. Our wolves are perfectly matched. I won’t give up our bond.”
Emma sighed, recognizing the unbreakable nature of true mate bonds. “The heart wants what it wants.”
“Maybe you should consider spending time with Adrian Sinclair,” Jade suggested hesitantly. “He’s a good man, and he clearly cares about you.”
“No.” Olivia’s refusal was immediate and absolute. “Connor has claimed my heart completely.
No Alpha command can sever what the Moon Goddess has blessed.”
The music in the bar suddenly stopped. Conversations died as every supernatural creature turned toward the entrance.
Connor Rivers strode through the doors, his commanding presence filling the space. His personal security team flanked him, while Vincent Crawford, the bar manager, hurried to greet the powerful Alpha.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes scanned the crowd until they found Olivia through their mate bond.
Seeing her tear-stained face and the bottle in her hands, his Alpha mask crumbled.
Olivia looked up at him through her drunken haze, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Connor, hold me.”
Connor immediately crossed the room and pulled his mate into his protective embrace.
(Connor’s POV)
Olivia was already drunk and unconscious from the moonfire whiskey, but she still instinctively snuggled into my arms through our mate bond. Her body molded against mine with perfect trust.
“Mmm, so comfortable,” she mumbled softly, her voice thick with alcohol and drowsiness.
The scent of moonfire whiskey mixed with her natural werewolf pheromones filled the air around us. Even intoxicated, her wolf recognized mine completely.
This was such a stark contrast to her usual composed Luna demeanor. My powerful, brilliant mate reduced to vulnerable softness in my embrace.
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