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)

a week in the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, recovering from the injuries Connor Blackthorn had inflicted. The silver-edged wounds healed

Detention Center, to Cell Block C. The moment I entered, I knew my nightmare was just

was Regina Blackwater - a she-wolf who had lost her daughter to an affair and murdered both

children because of relationships. Her cold eyes assessed me

Chen had told Regina about my actions - killing Lily,

Constant slaps and beatings

forced me to drink toilet water the taste making me

repeatedly. Hidden needles net

least expected

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

morning brought new horrors. Regina's followers took turns tormenting me, their creativity in

my head, then force me to clean the floors

agony, my once-perfect appearance now marred by bruises and my spirit broken.

attention was gone.

to the guards,

dare, we'll take your