Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 135

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The sudden ring of her phone broke the silence. Olivia turned away from the window and reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. She glanced at the screen before answering.

"Hello?” Her voice was soft, controlled despite the emotional turmoil I knew was raging inside her.

I watched as her expression shifted, a flicker of something-pain? hope?-crossing her features.

"Yes, Clara. I understand. I'll come right away," she said, her voice catching slightly. "Thank you for calling."

She ended the call and stared at her phone for a moment, her knuckles white from gripping it too tightly.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, keeping my voice gentle.

"That was Clara Wilkins from the Howling Clay Pottery Studio," Olivia explained, her emerald eyes meeting mine briefly. "She said Lily's... Lily's mug is ready for collection."

I noticed how her voice trembled when she mentioned her daughter's name. The raw grief was

still so fresh.

"Would you like me to take you there?" I offered, already signaling to Thomas Griffin to change

our route.

Olivia nodded, her wolf's scent shifting with a complex mixture of emotions-grief, longing, and something like determination.

"Yes, please," she whispered. "I'd like to go now."

(Olivia's POV)

The bell above the door of Howling Clay Pottery Studio chimed softly as we entered. The

familiar scent of clay and glazes filled my nostrils, bringing with it a flood of memories-Lily's

small hands covered in clay, her tongue poking out in concentration as she worked.

Clara Wilkins looked up from behind the counter, her kind face lighting up with recognition.

special way with the pups

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hands on her apron as she approached. "Where's our little

didn't know. Of course she didn't—I hadn't

haven't picked her up yet," I lied, unable to bring myself to tell this kind woman the

"Two whole months she worked on this mug. Most pups her age give up after one session, but

package, removing layers of protective tissue paper. "She wanted it to be perfect for her father's birthday. Wouldn't let me help at

a child's inexperienced hands. The bright

stick figures holding hands. A family of three. And

Lily had spent two months making this for Ethan, while

with Victoria and Emma to even acknowledge

was so excited to give it to him," Clara said, smiling at the memory. "Said her daddy would use it every

felt Lucas's hand on my

care of it," I managed to say, carefully

precious mug.

sensing my distress, quickly thanked Clara

called after us. “I miss

evening air hit my

in my chest. I clutched the wrapped mug to my heart, my legs

weak to

this for him," I whispered,

he

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I'd been holding back all evening finally broke free. I wept openly, my wolf howling in shared grief beneath

isn't even his-while our daughter, his flesh and blood, died without ever

his arms. His embrace was warm, protective, offering comfort

Olivia," he murmured against my hair. "Your daughter deserved

(Ethan's POV)

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