Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 140

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of control.

"You can look now," I said when I finished.

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Ethan turned, something clutched carefully in his hands. My breath caught when I recognized

Lily's mug, painstakingly pieced back together.

"I spent the night repairing it," he said, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "I know it doesn't

make up for what I did, but I wanted to try."

He held it out to me, the cracks visible but the mug whole again. The childish drawing of our

family-a family that never truly existed-made my heart ache.

"Olivia, about Lily's birthday..." Ethan began, his amber eyes earnest. “I didn't intentionally miss it. There was an emergency with Emma at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Dr. Rivers diagnosed a spleen injury requiring immediate blood transfusion."

My hands trembled as I took the mug from him.

"I should have been there for Lily," he continued. "I know that now. It won't happen again."

His words, meant to appease, only deepened my pain. The authority in his voice- an Alpha

making a solemn vow-meant nothing. It was too late for promises.

"Won't happen again?" I repeated, my voice dangerously quiet. "She's dead, Ethan. Our daughter is dead."

Something snapped inside me. With a sudden movement, I hurled the mug against the wall.

of breaking ceramic echoed my broken heart as

more.

not worthy!" I declared, my

fall.

amidst the

(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)

morning air carried the scent of moonflowers as my car

Cemetery. After three months at the ancient temple retreat, I

by the sacred rituals

arrived, Matriarch," Bernard Sheppard announced, opening my door with the

characterized his decades of

accepting his arm as I stepped from the vehicle. "I won't

visit to pay my respects to old

way to Matilda's grave, my old bones protesting slightly at the exertion. After

place and saying a brief prayer, I

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I saw it-a new tombstone gleaming in the

closer.

was the photograph that captured my attention-a young girl, perhaps four or five years

read aloud, my fingers tracing the engraved

in our hearts."

she had lived just five short years. Such a tragedy for one

said a brief prayer for the child's spirit before continuing toward the cemetery

Winters. Why did it sound

grandson's mate. She was

named her Lily," Olivia had said, her voice filled with

with emerald eyes, perhaps two or three years old, running to

called, her laughter

my heart pounding painfully in my chest. The face in

on

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