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)

the second-floor staircase, admiring my reflection in the ornate mirror.

Couture Gown - specially acquired by

my curves perfectly.

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twirled beside me in her

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look perfect, darling," I assured her, adjusting the crystal pin in her hair. "Tonight, everyone will see that you're the true daughter of

my skin. After seven long years,

future Luna

growing crowd below, searching for one face in particular. Part

triumph. What

in her eyes!

the mirror, I caught sight of her entering the main

guests like a ghost at a

into a smile.

dress.

hand in mine.

rightfully

ours."

every eye in the room turning toward

with triumph

patience was about to