Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 308

The Elite Confientation

Chapter 230: The Elite’s Confrontation

Chapter 230: The Elite’s Confrontation

(Olivia’s POV)

I clutched the Exclusive Luna Collection Handbag I had just picked up from the boutique’s VIP section. The

global limited edition piece was exclusively available to black diamond VIP members like myself.

This handbag would never appear on any public website. Ordinary werewolves didn’t even have the opportunity to see it, let alone purchase it.

Victoria Sterling’s sneer deepened as she pulled out her wallet. “I’ll offer you three thousand dollars to give up

that dress. That should be more than enough for someone like you.”

Her tone dripped with condescension, as if she were doing me an enormous favor.

“I’m not interested,” I replied coldly, my amber eyes meeting hers with unwavering determination.

Victoria’s face twisted with irritation. “Stop pretending to be sophisticated pack nobility when you’re clearly just some nobody trying to fit in.”

I turned to Isabella, ignoring Victoria’s increasingly shrill voice. “Please wrap the dress for me.”

Isabella nodded nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the escalating tension between her customers.

Victoria laughed mockingly. “Look at her acting all high and mighty! You should buy a knock–off version to

match that counterfeit designer handbag you’re carrying.”

Brandon Cole stepped forward, his chest puffed out with false bravado. “What right does someone like you have to compete with us? You’re only embarrassing yourself by trying to keep up with true pack elite.”

His voice carried the arrogance of someone who had never been challenged by those he considered beneath

him.

Isabella tried to defuse the situation. “Please, everyone, let’s keep this civil. We can find another dress that-”

“Stay out of this,” Victoria snapped at the sales associate. “This nobody needs to learn her place.”

Brandon nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Some wolves need to understand the social hierarchy.”

Their arrogance was becoming increasingly annoying. I maintained my composure, refusing to dignify their

insults with a response.

My phone buzzed with a message from Rebecca Frost. “Where are you? Don’t forget about picking up the exclusive handbag. I’m waiting in the VIP section.”

I quickly typed back: “Buying clothes. Will be there soon.”

Ignoring the obnoxious couple completely, I took my wrapped purchases from Isabella. My movements were graceful and dignified as I headed toward the boutique exit.

The complete dismissal clearly infuriated Brandon. His face flushed red with anger at being ignored by what he assumed was a “nobody” werewolf.

He followed me toward the exit, his voice turning crude and disgusting. “Hey, beautiful. How about I pay your company tonight? I bet you could use the money.”

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Chapter 290: The Elites Confrontation

His proposition was vile and completely Inappropriate. The implication behind his words made my wolf shatt

with rage.

I stopped abruptly and turned to face him. Without hesitation, I slapped him hard across the face.

The sound echoed through the boutique like a gunshot. A red mark bloomed across his cheek, and a thin line of blood appeared where my ring had caught his skin.

“Watch your mouth when addressing pack members,” I warned, my voice deadly calm.

Victoria stood frozen in shock, her mouth hanging open at the sudden violence.

Brandon’s face contorted with fury. “You b***h! How dare you-

He raised his hand to strike me in retaliation, but Emma appeared with lightning speed. Her supernatural reflexes allowed her to intercept his arm mid–swing.

She twisted his wrist with inhuman strength, and Brandon cried out in pain. His knees buckled, and he

crashed to the boutique floor, his head hitting the marble with a sickening thud.

“Miss, shall I permanently cripple this disrespectful wolf or eliminate him entirely?” Emma asked, her voice eerily calm.

Her grip on Brandon’s arm tightened, and I could hear the bones creaking under the pressure.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain composed despite the confrontation. “Emma, calm down. We operate within human legal systems even as werewolves.”

My voice carried the authority of someone accustomed to handling difficult situations professionally.

“Simply contact law enforcement,” I instructed. “I struck him in justified self–defense against his insulting proposition. I’m confident in my ability to handle the legal situation properly.”

Emma released Brandon’s arm but remained ready to intervene if necessary. She pulled out her phone to call

the authorities without question.

Brandon writhed on the floor, clutching his injured wrist. Victoria finally found her voice, screaming at us about assault and threatening lawsuits.

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