Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 336

Chapter 258: The Alpha’s Desperate Return

(Third person’s POV)

Frank Langley’s hands trembled as he dialed Dr. Marcus Thornfield’s emergency number. The pack physician was staying at the Manor Guest Suite, on standby for any medical emergencies.

“Doctor, this is Frank. Alpha Connor needs immediate medical attention,” he said urgently into the phone.

“What happened?” Dr. Thornfield’s voice was sharp with concern.

“Wolfsbane poisoning. A woman drugged him with derivatives. He’s fighting it but his condition is deteriorating rapidly.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Keep him conscious and don’t let him shift.”

Frank paced the presidential suite anxiously. Connor lay on the sofa, his face pale and covered in sweat. The Alpha’s breathing was labored, his ice–blue eyes unfocused.

“Alpha, the doctor is coming,” Frank said softly.

Connor’s only response was a weak groan. His body trembled as the supernatural toxins coursed through his system.

Dr. Thornfield arrived with his medical bag, immediately assessing Connor’s condition. His expression grew grave as he checked the Alpha’s pulse and temperature.

“The wolfsbane concentration is significant,” he muttered, preparing a syringe. “This will

counteract the worst effects.”

He injected the antidote directly into Connor’s bloodstream. The Alpha’s breathing gradually steadied, though his color remained dangerously pale.

“Frank, what happened to the woman responsible?” Dr. Thornfield asked while monitoring Connor’s vital signs.

“I handed her over to Shadowmere Law Enforcement. She’s been arrested for assault and attempted poisoning.”

The doctor nodded grimly. “Good. This could have killed him if left untreated.”

Frank’s wolf whimpered with guilt. His security failure had nearly cost his Alpha’s life.

“Doctor, will he recover fully?” Frank asked, dreading the answer.

Dr. Thornfield packed his medical supplies with practiced efficiency. “I can only provide temporary relief. The wolfsbane compound is unknown to me.”

“What does that mean?”

“He needs immediate hospitalization for proper supernatural medical treatment. Harbor City Memorial Hospital has the specialized equipment required.”

Frank’s heart sank. “I’ll arrange transport immediately.”

“No commercial flights. His condition is too unstable. We need a private medical jet.”

Within an hour, they were airborne toward Harbor City. Connor remained unconscious throughout the flight, his breathing shallow but steady.

Frank sat beside his Alpha’s stretcher, consumed by self–recrimination. His one job was protecting Connor, and he had failed catastrophically.

At Harbor City Memorial Hospital, Connor was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. Dr. Thornfield worked alongside the hospital’s supernatural medical team.

Frank waited in the corridor, expecting the worst. When Connor finally regained consciousness, his face was still pale from the lingering wolfsbane effects.

“Frank,” Connor’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Alpha, I’m here.” Frank approached the hospital bed cautiously.

Connor’s ice–blue eyes focused on his senior beta with difficulty. “Report.”

Frank’s throat constricted with fear. He had dreaded this moment since the incident began.

“Alpha, I take full responsibility for the security breach. Victoria Hartwell gained access to your suite using my stolen keycard.”

Connor’s expression turned glacial. “How did she obtain your keycard?”

“She deliberately bumped into me in the Hotel Grand Lobby. I didn’t realize she had pickpocketed it until after the incident.”

Connor’s jaw clenched with barely controlled fury. “Where is she now?”

“In Shadowmere Law Enforcement custody, charged with assault, attempted poisoning, and breaking and entering.”

“And her family’s company?”

Frank swallowed hard. “Shadowmere Holdings maintains several cooperation agreements with Rivers Pack Holdings.”

Connor’s voice turned deadly quiet. “Terminate all agreements immediately. Begin hostile acquisition proceedings against their company.”

“Alpha, that will cost millions—”

“I don’t care about the cost!” Connor’s Alpha presence filled the hospital room with dangerous energy. “They will pay for their daughter’s actions.”

Frank bowed his head in submission. “It will be done.”

“You will oversee the acquisition personally,” Connor continued coldly. “Consider it your demotion from senior beta status.”

The words hit Frank like a physical blow. “Alpha, I understand.”

“You’re under pack review pending further investigation. One more failure and you’re

banished.”

Frank’s wolf whimpered at the threat of exile. “I won’t fail you again, Alpha.”

Connor struggled to sit up in the hospital bed, his face set with grim determination. “Cancel all my appointments at the International Business Summit.”

“Alpha, surely she’ll understand once you explain-”

Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside her apartment. Emma’s voice carried through the door.

“Alpha Connor? I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I came to surprise Olivia,” Connor’s familiar voice replied. “Is she still sleeping?”

Olivia’s breath caught. He sounded exhausted but determined.

“She’s been awake most of the night, Alpha. Shall I announce you?”

“No need. I’ll see myself in.’

Olivia heard Connor’s footsteps approaching her bedroom door. Her wolf stirred with conflicted emotions.

“Emma, you may go,” Connor’s gentle but firm command carried through the walls.

“Yes, Alpha.”

Moments later, a soft knock came at her bedroom door. Olivia’s heart raced as she approached.

She expected to see Emma when she opened the door. Instead, Connor stood there, his usual commanding presence tempered by obvious remorse.

“Livvy, it’s me,” he said softly.

Before she could react, he launched into his explanation. “I know what you think you heard, but nothing happened between Victoria and me.”

Olivia’s fury reignited instantly. She tried to slam the door shut on him.

“Livvy, please let me explain,” Connor pleaded desperately.

But he forced his way into her apartment, using his Alpha strength to pin her gently against the door.

“Livvy, don’t send me away,” he begged, his voice breaking with emotion.

“Livvy, don’t send me away,” Connor murmured, his voice husky with exhaustion and desperate need as he gazed down at her.

“I flew back immediately to apologize to you. At least hear my explanation before you pass judgment–you can’t sentence me to death without a trial.”

Despite her icy demeanor, Olivia’s wolf recognized the genuine anguish in her mate’s voice. She grudgingly agreed to listen.

Connor briefly explained the evening’s events–Victoria’s deception, the wolfsbane poisoning, and his desperate fight to resist the chemical manipulation while trying to contact her.

Olivia’s anger began to subside as she sensed the truth in his words through their mate bond. But her hurt remained.

“Fine,” she said coldly. “But you’re not escaping punishment.”

Connor’s voice turned tender as he asked what he could do to earn her forgiveness. “Tell me what I need to do to make this right.”