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.

lashed across his back, tearing

eyes met mine, confusion evident in their depths. His wolf had

even as his human mind

urged, his voice low and intense.

expression a perfect mask

betrayed her anger.

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pleaded sweetly. "Don't disrupt this auspicious timing

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

my arm. "I'll add Lily to the records when she returns," he said, though his tone lacked conviction.

my lips. My emerald eyes fixed

aside and addressed the pack elders directly. "May I ask what the primary requirement is for entering the

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

Victoria, whose face suddenly drained of color. Her wolf whined with apprehension as

arm, fear evident in her eyes and scent. "Ethan, don't let

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

report to Bernard. The paper trembled slightly in my hand, but my voice rang clear through the sacred

Stone's daughter and therefore cannot be included in the pack's bloodline

(Ethan's POV)

a physical presence. Victoria paled visibly beside me, her carefully constructed

shock. My father snatched the report from