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.

ceramic echoed my broken heart as

more.

I declared, my

fall.

out, leaving him stunned amidst

(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)

scent of moonflowers as my car approached

three months at the ancient temple retreat, I felt refreshed,

renewed by the sacred rituals and

Matriarch," Bernard Sheppard announced,

that had characterized his decades of service to our

replied, accepting his arm as I

visit to pay my respects to old

to Matilda's grave, my old bones protesting slightly at the

and saying a brief prayer,

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gleaming in the

closer.

Moonstone Tombstone was beautifully crafted, the polished granite embedded with small moonstone crystals that seemed to absorb and reflect the light. But it was the photograph that captured my attention-a young girl, perhaps four or five years old, with emerald green eyes so familiar

aloud, my fingers tracing the engraved name. "Beloved

in our hearts."

lived just five short years. Such a tragedy for one

brief prayer for the child's spirit before continuing toward the cemetery exit. But the name echoed in

did it sound so

recollection surfaced-a video call with Olivia, my grandson's mate. She was holding a newborn baby, her face radiant with

her Lily," Olivia had said, her voice filled with pride.

the Stone Estate. A little girl with emerald eyes,

her laughter like silver

in my

one on

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