Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 161: Pack Justice and New Alliances (Revised)

Chapter 161: Pack Justice and New Alliances

Olivia frowned, glancing coolly at Vanessa Reed who was forced into the traditional pack submission position. She turned to Connor Rivers, whose ice–blue eyes remained cold as winter steel.

“What do you mean by disregarding pack life?” she asked, her amber eyes searching his face.

Connor’s jaw tightened. He did not want to tell Olivia about Vanessa helping Frederick Warner with his schemes and participating in silencing witnesses through murder.

He knew that Olivia would be extremely distressed about the utterly innocent Pierce siblings, Noah and Leah. She would lose sleep and appetite, grieving for a long time if she knew that those innocent and pitiful packless wolves had died tragically at Frederick Warner’s hands.

“It’s just about Jessica Sullivan,” he replied in a low voice, his Alpha authority barely controlled.

Olivia sensed that things were not that simple. Her amber eyes continued searching his face for the truth he

was withholding.

Something darker lurked beneath his careful words. But she could see the protective wall he had built around

certain information.

Connor’s wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin. The weight of keeping such devastating news from his mate pressed against his chest like a physical burden.

Vanessa remained on her knees, her violet eyes burning with bitter resentment. The silver restraints had left angry red marks on her pale wrists.

“I won’t apologize to her,” Vanessa spat, her voice cracking with defiance. “I did nothing wrong.”

Dominic Reeves pressed down harder on her shoulders. “You will show proper submission to your Alpha’s

mate.”

Katherine Rivers stepped forward, her amber eyes blazing with maternal fury. “You have disgraced this family enough, Vanessa.”

William Rivers watched the scene unfold with heavy resignation. Years of disappointment and regret weighed on his shoulders.

“The decision is final,” Connor announced, his voice carrying absolute Alpha authority. “Vanessa Reed is expelled from the Rivers pack.”

The words echoed through the grand hall like a death sentence. Pack members exchanged shocked glances at the unprecedented severity.

Vanessa was expelled from the Rivers pack that day, stripped of all pack protections and privileges. Her violet eyes held no remorse, only bitter resentment as pack security escorted her away from the only family she had ever known.

The heavy doors closed behind her with a finality that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mansion. In Blackmoor Territory, Frederick Warner’s subordinate Maxwell Cooper hung up the phone with a solemn expression. His face was grave as he approached Frederick’s study.

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“Sir, Vanessa Reed has been handed over to human police by Connor Rivers, Maxwell reported carefully,

Frederick looked up from his desk, his eyes glinting with cold calculation. “And?”

“Vanessa sent someone to pass a message through criminal networks. She’s hoping you could save her from imprisonment.”

Frederick smiled with cold indifference, leaning back in his leather chair. The expression never reached his

eyes.

“Would you waste your energy to save something useless?” he asked, his voice dripping with contempt.

Maxwell lowered his head in submission. “I understand completely, sir.”

Frederick’s fingers drummed against the mahogany desk. “What about Clayton Thornton’s situation?”

“Clayton has received what Vanessa gave him before her capture,” Maxwell replied promptly.

Frederick’s smile turned predatory, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. “The good show is about to begin.”

The pieces of his elaborate revenge were falling into place perfectly. Vanessa’s capture had been expected,

even planned for.

On Saturday morning, Emma Turner called Olivia to remind her about their dinner appointment. Her voice was warm and excited through the phone.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about tonight,” Emma said cheerfully. “I asked Adrian Sinclair for your phone number through mutual legal contacts.”

Olivia smiled, settling into her apartment’s comfortable armchair. “Of course I remember our arrangement.”

Her voice was warm despite her recent pack troubles. Emma’s human warmth provided a welcome contrast to the cold pack politics she had been navigating.

“I’m so relieved,” Emma laughed. “I was worried you might have changed your mind.”

“Not at all. I’m looking forward to meeting everyone properly.”

Emma’s enthusiasm bubbled through the phoné. “I’ve booked a private room at Moonrise Grand Restaurant for 7 PM. Would you like Adrian to pick you up?”

Olivia politely declined, her tone gracious. “Thank you, but I’ll drive myself. I prefer having my own transportation.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Emma replied warmly. “We’ll see you at seven then.”

They exchanged pleasant goodbyes, Emma’s genuine kindness lifting Olivia’s spirits after the difficult pack proceedings.

At six in the afternoon, Olivia changed her clothes and prepared to leave her apartment. She applied light makeup and chose a beige dress with a matching coat.

Her honey–brown hair cascaded in gentle waves over her shoulders. The soft color complemented her amber eyes perfectly.

Arriving at the restaurant, Olivia parked her modest BMW sedan in the underground garage. The familiar weight of her car keys felt comforting in her palm.

She encountered Emma Turner with her daughter Sophie near the restaurant entrance. Emma’s face lit up

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with genuine human warmth.

“Olivia! You look absolutely lovely,” Emma called out, waving enthusiastically.

Sophie, a bright–eyed little girl, greeted Olivia sweetly. “Hello, Miss Winters!”

Her innocent smile reminded Olivia painfully of young Grace Winters. The resemblance tugged at her heart

unexpectedly.

Olivia reached into her purse and pulled out a small gift bag tied with a pink bow. “I brought something for

Sophie.”

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, you didn’t need to do that!”

“It’s just a small token,” Olivia insisted gently. “I thought of her fondly after our meeting in the park.”

Sophie opened the bag with careful fingers. Inside was a beautiful Rose Gold Designer Hair Clip with Pink.

Crystals.

The elegant hair accessory sparkled under the restaurant’s soft lighting. Pink crystals caught the light like

tiny stars.

“It’s so beautiful!” Sophie exclaimed, her face radiant with joy. “Thank you so much, Miss Winters!” Emma tried to decline the generous gift. “This is too expensive, Olivia. We can’t accept something so

valuable.”

“Please, 1 insist,” Olivia said warmly. “It’s a small gift for a sweet child.”

Emma’s eyes misted with gratitude. “You’re incredibly kind. Thank you so much.”

Sophie clutched the hair clip carefully, her small fingers tracing the delicate crystals with wonder.

“Miss Winters, I’ll escort you up,” Emma smiled warmly, gesturing toward the elevator.

“Of course,” Olivia replied graciously, following Emma and Sophie into the building.

They took the elevator to the third floor. Sophie asked her mother to help her put on the beautiful hair clip. “You look like a little princess,” Olivia praised enthusiastically, watching Sophie beam with pride.