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

"Meet me here. I need to go to Crescent Moon Medical Center

(Victoria's POV)

Shadowfall Detention Center made my skin look sickly pale. I wrinkled my nose at the

and cheap moonlight wine that permeated

not belong in a place like this, surrounded by common criminals and rogue

guard growled, shoving me toward

bristled at the disrespect. Didn't he know who I was? I was practically the Luna of the Silvercrest Pack, the most powerful

facing a dozen pairs of hostile

gazes calculating as they assessed

met

despite my circumstances. These mongrels needed

are you looking at?" I snapped at a muscular she-wolf with a jagged scar

group of

she-wolf's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Fresh meat," she growled,

genuine threat. "Keep your

cell went deadly silent. Too late,

with werewolf speed,

my jaw before I

face as

you think

"You think your fancy clothes and Alpha's protection mean

tried to fight back, but my