Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Chapter 309

Her face transformed, disappointment and rage flashing across her features before she could mask them. Her wolf snarled beneath her skin, a reaction that surprised me with its intensity.

Officer Benjamin Trent stepped forward. "Ms. Frost, this way please."

As Victoria was led away, Olivia watched with visible relief washing through her. She left the center with her head held high, and I followed at a respectful distance, my mind churning with unanswered questions.

Outside, I caught up to Olivia as she headed toward her car. "I'll drive you back to the Medical Den."

She hesitated, clearly reluctant to accept my offer. "That's not necessary."

"I insist," I said, my tone brooking no argument. My wolf was restless with unresolved questions, and I needed answers only she could provide.

Reluctantly, she followed me to my Midnight Maybach. The drive began in tense silence, the air between us heavy with unspoken words.

"Why are you so convinced Victoria isn't Little Orange?" I finally asked, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.

Olivia remained defiantly silent, her wolf projecting walls of emotional distance. The scent of her determination filled the car, mingled with something else- vindication.

"Olivia," I pressed, "if you know something-"

"I've said all I need to say for now," she interrupted, her voice cool. "The evidence against Victoria speaks for itself."

I wanted to push further, but something held me back. My wolf sensed that forcing the issue would only drive her further away.

Pack Medical Den, Olivia immediately exited the vehicle without a backward glance. I watched her disappear through the entrance, her scent

Maxwell Chen. "Meet me here. I need to go to

(Victoria's POV)

of the Shadowfall Detention Center made my

unwashed bodies and cheap moonlight

belong in a place like this, surrounded by common criminals

shoving me toward

Didn't he know who I was? I was practically the Luna of the

behind me, and I found myself facing a dozen pairs of hostile eyes. Female wolves of

bunks, their gazes calculating as they assessed

met

my natural arrogance asserting itself despite my circumstances.

at a muscular she-wolf with a jagged scar across

a notorious group

meat," she growled,

recognize the genuine threat. "Keep your mongrel stench away from

went deadly silent. Too late, I

scarred she-wolf lunged forward with werewolf speed, her fist

I could react. Pain

face as I stumbled

do you think

beneath her skin. "You think your fancy clothes and Alpha's protection mean anything

fight back, but my wolf-accustomed to dominance through