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.

arrived at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, Olivia immediately exited the vehicle without a backward glance.

I need to go to

(Victoria's POV)

Detention Center made my skin look

and cheap moonlight wine that permeated

I, Victoria Frost, did not belong in a place like this, surrounded by common

it," the guard growled, shoving me toward

I was? I was practically the Luna of the Silvercrest Pack, the most powerful pack in the

cell door clanged shut behind me, and I found myself facing a dozen

metal bunks, their gazes calculating as they assessed the

met

natural arrogance asserting itself despite my

at?" I snapped at a muscular she-wolf with a jagged scar across her cheek. She was clearly

a notorious group of female rogues.

meat," she

scoffed, failing to recognize the genuine threat. "Keep your mongrel stench away from

cell went deadly silent. Too late, I

scarred she-wolf lunged forward with

jaw before I

face as

think you

think your fancy clothes and Alpha's protection mean anything in here?"

but my