Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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I rose slowly to my feet, my entire body trembling with barely contained rage. Roland Warner's dying words echoed in my mind: "Victoria didn't want to save her own daughter... She wanted Lily dead!"

"You have no right to speak her name," I said, my voice dangerously quiet.

Victoria stepped closer, emboldened by my restraint. "It's almost poetic, isn't it? You lose your daughter, while

Emma thrives under Ethan's protection. The daughter he actually loves."

The slap echoed through the garden like a thunderclap, the force of it snapping Victoria's head to the side.

Her perfectly manicured hand flew to her reddening cheek, shock written across her features.

"You" she gasped, but I cut her off by stepping closer, my emerald eyes cold as ice.

"This is just the beginning!" I warned, my voice barely above a whisper,

I turned and walked away, leaving her stunned in the garden. My hand stung from the impact, but satisfaction coursed through my veins. It was a small victory, but it tasted sweet nonetheless.

Behind me, I heard small footsteps running toward Victoria.

"Mommy! What happened?" Emma's childish voice called out.

I didn't turn back, but I could imagine Victoria gathering Emma into her arms, using the child as both shield

and weapon.

soothed, but her voice carried to me on the evening breeze. "That mean lady hurt Mommy, but

a chill run down my spine nonetheless. Victoria was dangerous enough, but

(Emma's POV)

from my mommy. Her red handprint

made my

hurt

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I whispered, hugging Mommy tight. Til make her

fingers gentle. "Emma, darling, you shouldn't

I could tell she didn't really mean it. Her eyes looked different-the same way they did when she told me to practice my sad

what to do," I said, pulling away from her embrace. Til go

arm, her eyes suddenly worried. "Emma, what are you

sweetest smile, the one that always

bad, Mommy, I

then released my arm. "Be careful,

skipped away, following the path that the mean lady had taken. I knew exactly where she was going to the Moonlit Reflection Pool where she often

I found her standing by the water's edge, staring at her reflection. She looked

best nice-girl face. "Auntie Olivia," I called, my voice

of me. I could

want to say