Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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The two men knelt before me, their faces bloodied from my security team's efficient handling. Despite their predicament, they continued their desperate

pleas.

"Alpha Stone, please," the taller one begged, blood dripping from his split lip. "She approached us first. She was flirting, touching our arms, suggesting we meet her in private."

I studied their faces carefully, searching for signs of deception.

"We wouldn't lie to you, sir," the shorter man added, his voice trembling. "We know who you are. We'd never disrespect your... your woman."

"Unfortunately, we were in the restaurant's blind spot," the taller one continued. "No cameras to back us up. But I swear on my mother's life, she started it."

I noticed the slight twitch in his left eye, the excessive sweating despite the cool temperature of the room. Classic signs of lying.

"Please, Alpha Stone," the shorter one pleaded. "We made a mistake responding to her, but we didn't threaten her. She's twisting what happened."

Their desperation seemed genuine, but something about their story didn't add up. Victoria would never behave so carelessly in public.

Daniel Reed, my Beta, leaned close to my ear. "Their scents indicate fear, but not necessarily dishonesty, Alpha."

I nodded slightly, acknowledging his assessment. My wolf remained suspicious, but I needed more information before passing judgment.

A piercing scream cut through my thoughts.

"Ethan! ETHAN!" Victoria's terrified voice echoed from the private dining room.

bolted toward the sound, my heart racing. The scene that greeted

pressed against the wall, her dress torn at the shoulder, her hair disheveled. Her eyes were wide with terror, her body

years, to the night I found her cornered by attackers in an alley. The same fear in her eyes, the same vulnerability in her

doubt I had

him a subtle nod. He

the two men.

shouted as he was dragged away. "She's lying!

them, cutting off his

(Victoria's POV)

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me, his amber eyes filled with concern. My performance had been flawless-the torn dress,

reaching for me. "It's

adding another layer to my act.

he assured me, keeping his

allowed my eyes to dart nervously around the room, as if expecting the men to reappear at any moment. Then I focused on Ethan's face, letting my expression shift from fear to

small and

would. We'd played this scene before, five years ago when he rescued me from

from that night. "I told you I would never

burying my face against his chest. "Thank you for coming," I whispered. "I was so

held me, I allowed myself a small, secret

the wilderness, while

(Ethan's POV)

car, cradling her against my chest. She felt