Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

I reached over and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Mom, Ethan deserved to wait after all the times Lily and I waited for him."

My voice hardened as memories of my daughter's disappointment flooded back. "Everything he's experiencing now is a consequence of his actions."

"He made us wait countless times - for birthday parties he never attended, for promises he never kept, for love he never gave." The pain in my chest intensified.

"Most importantly, he made Lily wait for a father who never came. She died waiting for him at that amusement park."

Mom's eyes filled with tears at the mention of her granddaughter. "You're right, sweetheart. He has no right to expect your forgiveness."

"I harbor only hatred for Ethan," I continued, my wolf snarling within me. "A hatred stemming from his role in Lily's death. That's an act I can never forgive as both mother and mate."

The mate bond might still exist between us, but it was poisoned by grief and betrayal. No amount of waiting or flowers could change that.

Mom heard this and fell asleep quickly after closing her eyes, finally at peace with her decision.

I didn't think too much about it, turned off the lights, and fell asleep quickly, my wolf finally at peace knowing I had chosen my own path forward.

(Victoria's POV)

spent a week in the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, recovering from the injuries Connor Blackthorn had inflicted. The silver-edged wounds healed slowly, leaving angry scars across my

I was sent back to Shadowfall Detention Center, to Cell Block C. The moment I entered, I knew my

lost her daughter to an affair and murdered

prisoner harbored deep resentment towards those who harm innocent children because of relationships. Her cold eyes assessed me like a

killing Lily, provoking Olivia, and abusing

Constant

to drink toilet water the taste making

repeatedly. Hidden needles net

least expected it, drawing

to relentless abuse, mirroring the torment I had inflicted on that innocent pup. The irony wasn't lost on me -

took turns tormenting me, their creativity

would wake me by pouring ice water over my head, then force me to clean the floors with my bare hands until

now marred by bruises and my spirit broken. The

attention was gone.

about reporting Regina to the guards, but her threat

dare, we'll take