Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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The grand ceremony at the Silvercrest Pack House was scheduled for 11 PM, but I arrived at 9:30 PM. The entrance was already crowded with luxury vehicles and prominent Alpha wolves from across the Northern Territories.

My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I observed the scene from my car. Members of neighboring packs mingled outside, their wolves bristling with curiosity beneath their human skins. Journalists from werewolf media outlets positioned themselves strategically, cameras ready to capture the momentous occasion.

Tonight was the night Victoria had been waiting for - her official introduction as Ethan's chosen mate. And more importantly, Emma would be formally acknowledged as part of the Stone bloodline.

I watched as Ethan and his father greeted guests with formal dignity. Their matching black suits and stern expressions reflected the solemnity of the occasion. After a few minutes, Ethan excused himself, likely to prepare for the ceremony.

My wolf remained unnaturally calm within me. We had moved beyond fear and grief to cold

determination.

I stepped out of my car once I saw Ethan and his father leave the entrance. My white dress

and coat - symbols of both mourning and purity in werewolf culture - stood out among the

colorful formal attire of the other guests.

My Crystal-Studded Designer Handbag felt heavy against my side, weighted with the evidence

that would shatter their carefully constructed façade.

"Olivia Winters?" A young beta wolf approached me, recognition dawning in his eyes. "I didn't

expect to see you here tonight."

I offered him a cold smile. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

(Victoria's POV)

admiring my reflection in the ornate

Gown - specially acquired by Ethan before its

my curves perfectly.

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I look pretty?" Emma twirled beside me in her matching smaller

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pin in her hair.

seven long years, I would

future Luna of the Silvercrest

scanned the growing crowd below, searching for one face

witness my triumph. What satisfaction it would

in her eyes!

caught sight of her entering

guests like a ghost

into a smile. "Perfect," I

my dress. "Is

taking her small hand in mine.

rightfully

ours."

the grand staircase, every eye

howled with triumph

patience was about