Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 119

(Victoria’s POV)

I adjusted my dark sunglasses and pulled my hood lower over my face as I watched from my

hidden position near the playground. The disguise was simple but effective–no one at the

Crescent Moon Training Den would recognize me.

My eyes narrowed as I spotted Emma playing alone near the swings. She looked so small, so

vulnerable. Perfect.

I’d already done my part, whispering poisonous words to the Timber Triplets earlier. Those three young wolves were known troublemakers, and it hadn’t taken much to set them against

Emma.

“I heard her mother’s just the Alpha’s mistress,” I’d told them, my voice dripping with false

sympathy. “Poor Emma doesn’t even have a real father. Just a half–breed with no place in the

pack.”

Now I watched as they approached my daughter, their young faces twisted with cruel intent. My wolf purred with satisfaction inside me. Everything was going according to plan.

“Hey, half–breed!” the tallest triplet called out to Emma. “Where’s your Alpha daddy today? Oh

wait, you don’t have one!”

Emma’s head snapped up, her small face hardening. “I do have a father!”

The triplets circled her like predators, pushing her until she fell to the ground. Emma’s palms scraped against the rough pavement, but she didn’t cry. She remembered my lessons well–l

hated tears.

“Liar!” one of the triplets sneered. “Everyone knows your mom’s just the Alpha’s w***e!”

I saw Emma’s face flush with anger. My daughter might be young, but she had inherited my temper. Her small wolf stirred beneath her skin, responding to her emotions.

“My father loves me and my mother!” Emma shouted, lunging at the nearest triplet.

I smiled behind my disguise. She was playing her part perfectly, even though she had no idea

she was in a play of my making.

The fight escalated quickly. Emma was brave, but she was outnumbered. The triplets pushed

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her down again, harder this time. One of them kicked her in the side, and I heard Emma’s

pained gasp.

“Your mother’s a home–wrecker!” they taunted. “And you’re nothing but a mistake!”

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I watched dispassionately as my daughter was beaten. The kick to her spleen was particularly

vicious–exactly what I needed. My wolf’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

Miss Abigail Parker finally noticed the commotion and rushed over, her face flushed with

alarm.

“Stop this immediately!” she shouted, pulling the triplets away from Emma.

Emma lay curled on the ground, clutching her side. There was dirt on her face and tears in her

eyes, but she still refused to cry openly. I’d trained her well.

“Emma, are you alright?” Miss Parker knelt beside her, her voice gentle.

Emma shook her head, her face contorted with pain.

“I’m calling your mother right away,” Miss Parker said, helping Emma to her feet.

That was my cue. I slipped away quickly, discarding my disguise in a nearby trash can before hurrying back to my car. By the time my phone rang, I was already driving back toward the

training den, a concerned expression carefully arranged on my face.

“Ms. Frost? This is Miss Parker from Crescent Moon Training Den. There’s been an incident involving Emma.”