<b>Chapter </b><b>233</b>: The Luna’s Sanctuary
Chapter 233: The Luna’s Sanctuary
(Connor’s POV)
I took my time exploring Olivia’s bedroom, noting every detail that spoke of her gentle nature. The low–saturation light blue linens reflected her soft personality perfectly. The room was simply decorated yet warm, creating an atmosphere that was uniquely hers.
My eyes swept over the walk–in closet, taking in the organized arrangement of her clothes. I breathed deeply, inhaling the subtle floral scent that lingered in the air. It was her natural werewolf essence mixed with her favorite perfume, abination that made my wolf stir with contentment.
The scent was intoxicating, reminding me of moonlit nights and the promise of our bond. Every breath filled my lungs with her presence, making the separation we’d endured feel even more unbearable.
As I continued exploring, my gazended on a white–clothed table adorned with fresh moonlight jasmine
flowers. The delicate blooms seemed to glow in the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
But it was the Light Blue Ceramic Wolf Figurine that truly captured my attention. The DIY creation from Olivia’s childhood with her mother Sarah Winters sat perfectly restored on the table. I remembered finding it broken, the pieces scattered like fragments of her heart.
Ruby Montgomery had done exceptional work. The restoration expert I’d hired had mended it so skillfully that no trace of damage remained. I carefully picked up the ceramic piece, examining the delicate craftsmanship that spoke of a mother’s love and a daughter’s joy.
The figurine felt warm in my hands, as if it still held the memory of their sharedughter. I gently ced it back, knowing how precious this piece was to Olivia.
My attention shifted to a wooden cab showcasing framed photographs of Olivia and her mother Sarah. Each image told a story of love and happiness that made my chest tighten with emotion.
One photo captured a young Olivia, around five or six, wearing a pink dress with a butterfly hairpin. She was smiling brightly on her mother’sp, both of them radiating pure joy. The innocence in her amber eyes made my wolf ache with protective instincts.
Another photograph showed her eighth birthday. She wore a diamond tiara, making a wish over a birthday cake while Sarah smiled warmly beside her. The love between mother and daughter was palpable, even in the still image.
A third picture from her tenth year showed her at a pianopetition. She was beaming with pride, holding a trophy while her parents Richard and Sarah stood on either side. The family lookedplete, untouched by the tragedy that wouldter tear them apart.
I traced the images with my finger, regret filling my heart. I hadn’t been there for those precious moments in Olivia’s life. I’d missed her childhood, her teenage years, all the milestones that shaped her into the
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But I silently promised to fill her future with my presence and protection. As her mate, I would ensure she never felt alone again.
(Olivia’s POV)
An hourter, after Natalie’s departure and Dorothy’s separate meal preparation for Emma, I finally felt relieved. The tension in my shoulders eased as I realized the coast was clear.
I opened the bedroom door, announcing, “You cane out now.” But the bedroom appeared empty. Confusion washed over me as I scanned the space.
Puzzled, I ventured further into the room, finding no sign of Connor. Had he left through the window? That
seemed unlikely given we were on the second floor.
“Connor, are you in there?” <b>I </b>called out, pushing open the closet door. Still, no one was inside.
Just as I was about to ask where he had gone, a warm touch on my wrist made me gasp. A sudden pull brought me into a familiar embrace from behind. <fn063c> The source of th?s content is FιndＮovel</fn063c>
My back pressed against Connor’s broad chest. I could feel his body heat through his thin shirt and the subtle vibration of his wolf’s contentment. The sensation sent shivers through my werewolf senses.
“Here,” he murmured, his breath tickling my neck. The warmth of his words against my skin made my
knees weak.
A tremor ran through me, and I almost lost my bnce. Connor chuckled, his voice low and teasing.
“What? Can’t handle it already?”
The amusement in his tone made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. How did he always manage to
affect me so easily?
I turned to face Connor, our eyes locking as I felt the pull of our mate bond. The connection between us was electric, impossible to ignore. Emboldened by the intensity in his gaze, I stood on my toes and looped
my arms around his neck.
I kissed him<b>, </b>pouring all my longing into the gesture. But my kiss was amateurishpared to Connor’s experienced touch,cking the natural dominance of an Alpha’s im. After a few moments, I paused, sensing hisck of reciprocation.
“You don’t want to kiss,” I stated, a hint of coldness creeping into my tone. Disappointment and hurt
mingled in my chest.
Connor raised his eyebrows, his wolf stirring with amusement. “Did I say I didn’t want to kiss?”
I huffed, crossing my arms defensively. “You didn’t respond.”
He chuckled, his voice carrying the warm rumble of his wolf. “Baby, you rarely kiss me first. I was savoring
it.”
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The endearment made my heart flutter, but I was still hurt by his apparentck of enthusiasm. I turned away, not wanting him to see the vulnerability in my eyes.
Connor, amused by my reaction, coaxed gently, “Are you angry?” When I didn’t reply, he used his Alpha strength to lift me effortlessly and sat me on the bed.
Kneeling before me, Connor took my hands in hisrger ones. The gesture was unexpected, an Alpha submitting to his mate. He lowered his head and kissed me with the reverence an Alpha shows his Luna.
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The kiss was different this time deeper, more meaningful. It was a silent offering of his devotion, a promise that spoke louder than words. The unexpected gesture sent a jolt through me, my wolf responding to his submission.
His actions spoke volumes about our bond. I melted under his tender attention, all my earlier hurt dissolving like morning mist.
Connor’s lips moved from my lips to my eyes, my ears, my neck. Each kiss marked me as his mate without the formal iming bite. The room’s temperature rose as our wolves responded to each other’s proximity.
He whispered against my skin, his voice rough with desire, “Do you want to?”
I bit my lip, my breath catching as my wolf yearned for her mate. The longing was overwhelming, a need that went beyond physical desire. “Yes,” I whispered.
We had been apart for too long. Our bodies – both human and wolf – craved the connection that only true mates could share. The bond between us demandedpletion, unity that transcended the physical
realm.
Dusk fell over Harbor City as we lost ourselves in each other. The half–open window let the summer evening breeze gently raise the gauze curtains, bringing with it the scent of night–blooming jasmine that
seemed to bless our union.
The fragrance mingled with our scents, creating something beautiful and sacred. Time seemed suspended as we reconnected on every level – body, mind, and soul.
Afterward, I was exhausted from our passionate reconnection. Every muscle in my body feltnguid, satisfied in a way I’d never experienced before. Connor gently stroked my sweat–dampened hair, his touch infinitely tender.
He kissed my forehead with the devotion of a mate who cherished every moment with his beloved. The gesture was so gentle, so loving, that tears pricked my eyes.
Connor then carried me to the bathroom with the careful strength that marked him as my protector. His arms were steady and sure, cradling me as if I were the most precious thing in his world.
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