Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

The assistant's face went white with horror. "Her presence in the store is due to staff negligence, not your continued indulgence," Maxwell explained quickly.

The store manager rushed in, sweat beading on his forehead. "Remove her immediately," he barked at security.

"Get her out of my sight," Ethan's voice was arctic through the phone.

James and I shared a moment of silent camaraderie as security approached Victoria's wheelchair. I pulled out my moonlight-infused sanitizer, carefully disinfecting the hand James had used to touch her.

The gesture was subtle but stinging-a clear message of contempt for the woman who killed my daughter.

Ethan's voice came through the call again, softer now. "Olivia, I'm sorry—"

James hung up coldly. The message was clear: I didn't want to hear from him.

(Victoria's POV)

This couldn't be happening. I fumbled for my black card with shaking hands, trying to process the transaction myself.

"Declined," the machine beeped mockingly.

The staff who had once bowed to me now watched with barely concealed satisfaction. Security guards flanked my wheelchair, their expressions

but

to leave," one

do this to me!" I shrieked, but

me toward the exit despite my protests. Other shoppers stared as I was forcibly removed from the

me wheelchair and all—on the pavement. The wheels caught on the curb,

Good Samaritan approached, offering help. I lashed out at him in my humiliation,

crawl and beg for assistance, my pride shattered. Olivia and James emerged from the mall with their purchases, witnessing my

satisfaction. They walked past me as if I were

still trembling with rage and

my sanctuary until I could

when arrived at

awaited

fined the

my possessions out in

detached.

I demanded an explanation. "The villa's ownership has

he added with

home, left with nowhere to go but the shabby old apartment I'd once rented for Connor Blackthorn. The contrast between my former luxury and current destitution was

phone rang as I sat in the dingy apartment, staring at the peeling wallpaper. Crescent Moon Academy's number flashed

Frost, Emma has been badly beaten by other wolf pups," the teacher's voice was