Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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(Victoria's POV)

I adjusted my dark sunglasses and pulled my hood lower over my face as I

watched from my

hidden position near the playground. The disguise was simple but effective-no one at the

Crescent Moon Training Den would recognize me.

My eyes narrowed as I spotted Emma playing alone near the swings. She looked so small, so

vulnerable. Perfect.

I'd already done my part, whispering poisonous words to the Timber Triplets earlier. Those three young wolves were known troublemakers, and it hadn't taken much to set them against

Emma.

"I heard her mother's just the Alpha's mistress," I'd told them, my voice dripping with false

sympathy. "Poor Emma doesn't even have a real father. Just a half-breed with no place in the

pack."

Now I watched as they approached my daughter, their young faces twisted with cruel intent. My wolf purred with satisfaction inside me. Everything was going according to plan.

"Hey, half-breed!" the tallest triplet called out to Emma. "Where's your Alpha daddy today? Oh

wait, you don't have one!"

Emma's head snapped up, her small face hardening. "I do have a father!"

The triplets circled her like predators, pushing her until she fell to the ground. Emma's palms scraped against the rough pavement, but she didn't cry. She remembered my lessons well-l

hated tears.

"Liar!" one of the triplets sneered. "Everyone knows your mom's just the Alpha's W***e!"

I saw Emma's face flush with anger. My daughter might be young, but she had inherited my temper. Her small wolf stirred beneath her skin, responding to her emotions.

"My father loves me and my mother!" Emma shouted, lunging at the nearest triplet.

I smiled behind my disguise. She was playing her part perfectly, even though she had no idea

was in a play

brave, but

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this time. One of them kicked her

pained gasp.

they taunted. "And you're nothing but a

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as my daughter was beaten. The

needed. My wolf's eyes gleamed with

the commotion

alarm.

pulling the triplets away

clutching her side. There was dirt on her face and tears in

but she still refused to cry openly.

Parker knelt beside

her head, her

right away," Miss Parker said, helping Emma

discarding my disguise in a nearby trash can before hurrying

expression carefully arranged on my

from Crescent Moon Training Den. There's been an

"What happened? Is

by some other pups. She's in the

exclaimed, injecting just the right

myself a small, satisfied smile. My wolf purred

the doors, my face a perfect mask of maternal concern. My wolf

rushing to embrace my daughter who sat on an

my touch but didn't pull away. Her eyes were

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approached me, her expression grave. "I'm so sorry this happened. We've already

of her. "I've examined Emma, but I'm concerned about the blow to her side.

Den for a more thorough

timed tears. "Of

rest, I

saw the surprise flicker across Miss Parker's face at my mention of Emma's father. Good. Word would

daughter now," I declared, lifting Emma

as I carried her out to the car. Once we

it hurts," she whispered, her small wolf

the road, not to comfort her, but to make sure she