Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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I stood at the entrance of Moonlight Fair, my eyes scanning every approaching vehicle. The pendant I'd purchased for Lily weighed in my pocket-a small token compared to the amusement park I'd built for her, but I hoped she would appreciate the personal touch.

"Any sign of them yet?" I asked Maxwell, who stood dutifully beside me.

"Not yet, Alpha King," he replied, checking his tablet. "But Ms. Winters confirmed they're on their way."

I nodded, trying to calm my racing heart. After months of separation, I would finally see my daughter again. The ceramic coffee mug she had made-with its childish drawings and "I DAD!" inscription-had shattered something inside me when I discovered it among Olivia's

things. How had I missed the depth of my daughter's love?

"She'll forgive me," I murmured, more to reassure myself than anything. "Children are resilient."

Maxwell remained silent, his expression carefully neutral. I checked my phone again, refreshing the screen though I knew it would ring if Olivia called.

"Alpha King, I believe that's Ms. Winters' car approaching now," Maxwell said, pointing to a

familiar vehicle turning into the parking area.

My heart leaped. I straightened my jacket and ran a hand through my hair, suddenly

concerned with my appearance. Would Lily recognize me? Would she be happy to see me?

As Olivia's car pulled up to the curb, I rushed forward, unable to contain my eagerness. I

reached for the back door handle, calling out with uncharacteristic tenderness.

"Lily..."

The door swung open, revealing

empty child seat.

vacant space where my daughter should

an instant. I slammed the door shut with

groaning under my strength.

I demanded, rounding on Olivia as she emerged from

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face remained impassive, her emerald eyes cold as

Have you ever

in the past five

a physical blow. I took a step back, momentarily stunned

accusation.

growled, fighting to maintain control of my temper. "I built

I've been trying

sound hollow and bitter. "Do you have any

for you, just

to a whisper

the window, watching

never show up?"

hard, unwilling to acknowledge the truth

busy with

interrupted. "That's what I told her too. That her father

an

responsibilities to

know what she said? She said she understood. At five years

twisted painfully in my chest. I remained silent, unable to form a

slightly. "She kept her little coins in a jar labeled 'For Daddy's Work.' She thought if she could help with your expenses, maybe