Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 141

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The morning sun cast long shadows across Sacred Moonlight Cemetery as I knelt before

Lily's tombstone. My weathered fingers traced the engraved name, the cold stone a stark

contrast to the warmth of my tears.

"My great-granddaughter," I whispered, memories flooding back like a broken dam.

Bernard stood respectfully behind me, his silence heavy with shared grief. I

closed my eyes,

remembering a conversation I'd overheard between Ethan and Olivia just before my spiritual

retreat.

"How is Lily?" Ethan had asked casually, as if inquiring about the weather. "I was thinking we

could have dinner together this weekend."

Olivia's face had remained carefully neutral. "She's fine. Just busy with school projects."

The memory twisted like a knife in my chest. Lily had been dead for months, yet Ethan spoke

as if she were alive. And Olivia had maintained the charade.

"She protected me from the truth," I realized aloud, my voice breaking. "Because of my

memory issues, she didn't want to cause me pain by telling me repeatedly that Lily was gone."

Bernard shifted uncomfortably. "Matriarch, perhaps we should return to the estate. This shock

isn't good for your health."

I ignored his concern, another memory surfacing-Olivia's haunted eyes whenever Lily was

mentioned, the careful way she redirected conversations. She had carried this burden alone.

rising shakily to my feet. "How could he not know his own

he ask about her

terrible to contemplate. Had

he hadn't

of father doesn't know his child is

Alpha abandons his mate to mourn

remained silent, his eyes downcast. His

him from speaking ill of the

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commanded, my voice regaining its authority. "I will confront him

(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)

cemetery gates, a wave

alarmingly, colors

seemed

me, the emotional shock finally overwhelming my aged

arms caught me before I hit the

Bernard ordered someone

darkness as I was carefully lifted into a vehicle. My last

of Olivia's face, so brave despite her pain, and my

about pack leadership and

among the scattered fragments

to mock his

entire

heart was nothing compared

broke his promises

eyes scanned the room, searching for a photograph, any image of

truly known. But there was nothing-no pictures, no mementos, no trace

his private

kind of father am I?"

(Ethan's POV)

my palm, jagged edges cutting into my skin. I barely felt

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