Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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The walls were adorned with ancestral carvings generations of Stone Alphas watching over the proceedings with stone eyes. Only Matriarch Evelyn was absent, having refused to attend what she called a "false ceremony."

Emma, clearly coached by Victoria, bowed deeply to each ancestral carving. Her forehead nearly touched the ground in exaggerated reverence that seemed unnatural for a child her age.

Bernard Sheppard, the Stone family's loyal head butler, stood ready with the ancestral pack records. His weathered hands opened the ancient tome with practiced reverence.

Victoria's excitement was palpable, her scent thick with triumph. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo as Bernard dipped his pen in ink.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I didn't need to look to know Victoria had sent me the image, a final taunt before her victory was complete.

Bernard began to write. "Stone..." The first character of Emma's new surname appeared on the sacred page.

My wolf surged forward, lending strength to my voice as I called out: "Stop!"

The double doors of the Stone Ancestral Hall flew open with a bang. Bernard's hand trembled, and ink splattered across the ancient pack records.

Elder Richard Stone's face contorted with rage at the desecration. He grabbed the Ancestral

Pack Whip from its ceremonial stand and lashed out at me.

"How dare you interrupt a sacred ceremony!" he roared.

Before the whip could strike me, Ethan moved with Alpha speed, placing himself between us.

across his back, tearing

confusion evident in their depths.

even as his human mind struggled to

his voice low and intense. "We can discuss

expression a perfect mask of

betrayed her anger.

An

*8 Ports)

"Don't disrupt this auspicious timing aligned with the moon's phase. Think of

Richard's anger. "Remove her!" he ordered the Pack Servants who stood at attention

to the records when she returns," he said, though his tone lacked conviction. "There's

cold laugh escaped my lips. My emerald eyes fixed on Victoria as contempt

the pack elders directly. "May I

with formal dignity, "Naturally, it is to be of Stone

Victoria, whose face suddenly drained of color. Her wolf

eyes and scent. "Ethan, don't

his wolf bristling with territorial aggression. He moved to force me

to Bernard. The paper

Frost is not Ethan Stone's daughter and therefore cannot be included in the pack's bloodline

(Ethan's POV)

physical presence. Victoria paled visibly beside me, her carefully constructed deception exposed before

within her as the elders stared in shock. My father snatched the report from Bernard's hands, his face hardening with anger