Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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(Olivia's POV)

After leaving the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, | took a taxi

My phone rang, disrupting my thoughts. Eleanor Stone's nflashed across the

screen.

| considered ignoring it but knew that would only make things worse. With a deep breath, | answered.

"Olivia, you need to cto the Stone Estate immediately. We're hosting a pack banquet tonight and we're

short-staffed," Eleanor said without preamble, her voice sharp with command.

| gritted my teeth. Despite being Ethan's mate and technically the Luna of the pack, | was treated like a servant

by his family.

Im not feeling well," | began, but Eleanor cutoff.

"That's not my problem. Just be here in thirty minutes."

In the background, | heard a familiar voice-Victoria's honeyed tones asking Eleanor something about table

settings. My blood ran cold.

"T1l be there," | said, my voice hardening with resolve.

If Victoria was at the pack house, then that's exactly where | needed to be. Roland Warner's dying words echoed

in my mind: "Victoria didn't want to save her own daughter... She wanted Lily dead!"

| flagged down another taxi, my hands shaking with anger and determination. This was my chance to observe

Victoria up close after learning what she'd done to Lily.

The drive to the Stone Estate felt both too long and too short. | rehearsed what | might say, how | might act,

trying to prepare myself for seeing the woman who had murdered my daughter.

The mansion cinto view, its imposing structure looming against the darkening sky. Pack members and

servants hurried about, preparing for the evening's banquet.

| paid the driver and stepped out, smoothing my simple dress. The contrast between my plain appearance and

the grandeur aroundwas just another reminder of how I'd been pushed to the margins of pack life.

Twenty-five minutes after Eleanor's call, | stepped through the grand entrance of the Silvercrest Pack House. The

manor was bustling with activity as servants prepared for the evening's event.

| paused in the doorway of the main sitting room, taking in the scene before me. Ethan sat in his favorite

armchair, his powerful frrelaxed yet commanding. Victoria perched on the sofa beside him, laughing at

something he'd said.

Emma sat on the floor playing with toys, while Eleanor and Isabelle Stone watched her with doting expressions.

They looked like the perfect family.

My family. My place. My mate.

The sight of them together sent a wave of nausea through me. How many times had | wished for such a scene

with Lily? How many times had Ethan denied our daughter his presence?

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Victoria noticedfirst, her smile faltering slightly before returning with calculated warmth

"Olivia! There you are," she called, as if we were old friends: "We were just wondering where you'd been"

| could see the triumph in her eyes. She thought she'd won everything - Ethan, the pack, her position as his

chosen companion.

Eleanor turned, her expression souring at the sight of"Finally. The kitchen staff needs help"

Her dismissive tone made my wolf bristle. | was Luna, not a kitchen maid, yet here

| stood being ordered

about by Ethan's aunt.

Ethan's amber eyes met mine briefly before sliding away. His indifference cut deeper than any knife

Isabelle smirked, leaning down to stroke Emma's hair. "Emma has been asking about her daddy all day. haven't

you, sweetheart?"

The little girl nodded, looking up at Ethan with adoring eyes. "Daddy promised to taketo Disney next

week!"

| froze, memories of Lily begging for the streat flooding my mind. Ethan had always been too busy for our

daughter, yet he made tfor Emma without hesitation.

The pain of this realization nearly broughtto my knees. Lily had asked for so little-just her father's presence,

his attention, his love.

Victoria, noticing my reaction, twisted the knife deeper. "Speaking of children, where is your little girl today,

Olivia? Lily, isn't it? | haven't seen her around lately."

The room fell silent. Eleanor and Isabelle exchanged knowing glances, while Ethan's jaw tightened visibly.

| could feel the weight of their stares, the cruel anticipation as they waited for me

howled inside me, demanding justice, demanding blood.

Instead, | straightened my spine and walked directly to Ethan.

break down. My wolf

Without hesitation, | sat down on the arm of his chair and placed my hand over his. "You're right, Victoria. Lily

isn't here anymore."

My voice remained steady even as rage boiled beneath the surface. Victoria had stolen my daughter's chance at

life, and here she sat, playing innocent.

| felt Ethan stiffen beneath my touch but didn't release his hand. Instead, | leaned closer, my thigh pressing

against his shoulder in a deliberate display of intimacy.

Victoria's eyes narrowed dangerously. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the sofa cushion.

"Olivia,” Eleanor snapped, "the kitchen. Now"

| smiled sweetly, giving Ethan's hand a final squeeze before standing. "Of course, Eleanor. | know my place." The

double meaning wasn't lost on anyone in the room. | might be sent to the kitchen, but I was still Ethan's mate,

his Luna.