Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Two burly male servants immediately grabbed my arms, their grip firm enough to bruise. | struggled against

their hold.

"I didn't push her! She fell in on her own!" | protested, but Eleanor silencedwith a withering glare.

"Take her to the main house," she ordered. "Alpha Stone will deal with this."

As the servants draggedaway, | caught Emma's eye. The little girl was shivering tically, but there was

something else in her expression-a hint of satisfaction that chilledmore than the evening air.

The sound of running footsteps announced Ethan's arrival. His powerful frcut through the gathered

crowd, his amber eyes immediately finding Emma.

"What happened?" he demanded, his voice carrying the unmistakable authority of an Alpha.

Emma, seeing him approach, began to tremble more violently. Her small lips quivered as she looked him with

wide, tear-filled eyes.

"Daddy..." she whimpered, reaching for him with small, shaking hands.

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Without hesitation, Ethan rushed to her side. He quickly assessed her condition, his movements efficient and

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concerned. With gentle hands, he removed her wet clothes and wrapped his leather jacket around her tiny

frame.

"I've got you, princess," he murmured, scooping her into his arms.

Emma clung to him, burying her face against his chest. Then, slowly, she turned her head to look at me. Our

eyes met across the garden, and | saw something in her gaze that no five-year-old should possess-

calculation.

"Luna Olivia, she..." Emma began, her voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She trailed off,

seemingly too overcwith emotion to continue.

Ethan's gaze snapped to me, his amber eyes hardening to cold stone. The accusation in his look was

unmistakable-the slook he'd givenwhen Emma had fallen into the cake tower at the Silver Crown

Hotel.

| met his gaze unflinchingly, anger bubbling up inside me. Once again, he was ready to believe the worst of me

without question, without even hearing my side.

"Take her inside, Ethan ordered the servants holding me. "Now."

The main house was warm compared to the evening chill of the gardens. The servants pushedinto the sitting

room, forcingto stand in the center like a criminal awaiting judgment.

Ethan entered moments later, still cradling Emma in his arms. The child refused to leave his embrace, clinging to

him like a lifeline while occasionally shootingfearful glances.

Dr. Harold Bennett arrived shortly after, summoned by Eleanor to examine Emma. The elderly pack healer

approached with his medical bag, his movements deliberate and precise.

"Letsee her, Alpha Stone," he requested, his voice carrying the weight of decades of experience.

Ethan reluctantly set Emma down on the sofa but remained close, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder.

Dr. Bennett examined her thoroughly, checking her temperature and listening to her breathing.

'She's caught a chill, but nothing serious," he finally announced. "Swarm moonberry tea should help her

recover quickly."

Then he added something that made my blood run cold. "However, we must monitor her closely. With her recent

kidney transplant, even a minor illness could lead to complications. Her immune system is still

vulnerable."

Ethan's face darkened at these words, his amber eyes fixing onwith a sharp, accusatory glint. The

implication was clear-I had not only pushed Emma into the water but had potentially endangered her life

due to her medical condition.

Victoria, who had been weeping softly beside Ethan, suddenly straightened. Her tear-streaked face hardened

as she turned toward me.

"How could you?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "This isn't the first tyou've targe

is it? First me, now my daughter?"

‘us,

She took a step closer, her perfectly manicured finger pointing accusingly at my face. "You're jealous. You've

always been jealous of what Ethan and | share, of how he loves Emma."

Victoria's voice broke with practiced emotion. "She's just a child, Olivia. A frail child who has already suffered.

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so much. Do you have any idea what could have happened? After her surgery, even a simple cold could be

dangerous!

Her words struck like physical blows. “What kind of woman targets a five year- old? What kind of heartlessness

does that require?"

Each accusation was carefully crafted to mirror my own suspicions about Lily's death. Victoria was painting me

as exactly what she was-someone who would harm a child out of jealousy and spite

| watched Ethan's expression grow grimmer with each of Victoria's words. His jaw tightened, the muscle there

twitching with barely contained anger.

| stood tall, refusing to be cowed by their accusations. "I did not push Emma into the reflection pool. She fell

in on her own."

Before | could explain further, Isabelle stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. “That's a lie. | saw

everything from the garden path. You pushed her with both hands when you thought no one was watching"

Isabelle's voice dripped with contempt as she continued. "You're so transparent, Olivia. You can't stand that

Ethan loves Victoria and Emma instead of you. Your jealousy has driven you to this."

| opened my mouth to defend myself, to point out that Isabelle couldn't possibly have seen anything from the

garden path, which was obscured by tall hedges.

But Eleanor cutoff before | could speak. "This isn't the first tyou've used such underhanded tactics, is it?

Five years ago, you drugged Ethan to trap him into marriage. Now you're trying to eliminate anyone who

threatens your position." Eleanor turned to the servants standing nearby. "Take her to the Stone Ancestral Hall.

It's tshe learned her place in this pack."

The servants moved forward, grabbing my arms once more. | struggled against their grip, trying to catch

Ethan's eye.

‘Ethan, please! You know | wouldn't do this!" | pleaded.

But Ethan remained seated on the sofa, his face impassive as he watched the servants dragaway. Not a

flicker of doubt crossed his features, not a moment of hesitation in believing the worst of me.

As | was pulled from the room, | caught a final glimpse of Victoria comforting Emma, who had miraculously

recovered enough to whisper something in her mother's ear. Victoria's lips curved into a small, satisfied

smile.

The Stone Ancestral Hall was cold and imposing, its stone walls lined with carvings of previous Alpha leaders.

The servants pushedroughly into the center of the circular room, the sound of our footsteps echoing

ominously. "Kneel!" one of them ordered sharply.