Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Victoria's eyes darted frantically around the cemetery, searching for escape or assistance.

Finding none, her desperation grew.

"I will destroy you for this," she threatened, her voice low and venomous. "When Ethan hears-"

I slapped her again, cutting off her words. "Say it!"

Victoria's gaze locked on something near the grave-a broken piece of ceramic from a

shattered offering vase. Before I could react, her hand shot out, fingers closing around the jagged shard.

In one swift motion, she slashed at my hand, the sharp edge cutting deep into my flesh.

Pain exploded through my palm, hot and immediate. I instinctively loosened my grip, giving

Victoria the opening she needed.

She twisted away from me, scrambling backward on her hands and knees. Blood dripped from

my wounded hand onto Lily's grave, dark droplets staining the white moonstone.

"You cut me," I said, staring at my bleeding palm in disbelief.

Victoria's lips curved into a triumphant smile as she rose to her feet. "And I'll do worse if you

touch me again."

I lunged toward her, but my injured hand threw me off balance. I stumbled, giving Victoria

precious seconds to reach into her designer bag.

"Stay back," she warned, pulling out a small dark bottle-the same one she'd been about to

empty on Lily's grave when I arrived.

My heart froze. "Victoria, don't."

gleamed with malicious intent. "You

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anger giving way to desperation. "Whatever

daughter's grave."

"You want to

one that ensures

me. "You

Victoria uncapped the bottle. "The old wolves have

spirit never finds peace."

to my feet, ignoring the throbbing pain

was too late. Victoria upended the bottle over Lily's tombstone, the dark liquid

the engraved name

just gotten up from the ground,

heartbreaking scene.

viscous substance oozed down the face of the stone, seeping into the engraved letters of my daughter's name. The moonlight caught

I cried,

bottle aside.

never know peace."

desecrated grave, frantically trying

sleeve. It clung stubbornly to the stone, thick

sobbed, my tears mixing with the substance

have

my regards. Tell him I'll

departure, all my focus on removing the foul substance from Lily's grave. My sleeve was quickly saturated, the dark liquid staining the fabric but

the stone.

using my bare hands now. "I'm

the cool night air. It smelled of something ancient and wrong-herbs and blood and things that shouldn't

truly a curse? Could Victoria really condemn my daughter's spirit

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take the chance. I had to clean

Lily's grave.

worked, blood mixing with the dark substance. I didn't care. Physical