Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 135

The sudden ring of her phone broke the silence. Olivia turned away from the window and reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. She glanced at the screen before answering.

“Hello?” Her voice was soft, controlled despite the emotional turmoil I knew was raging inside her.

I watched as her expression shifted, a flicker of something–pain? hope?-crossing her features.

“Yes, Clara. I understand. I’ll come right away,” she said, her voice catching slightly. “Thank you for calling.”

She ended the call and stared at her phone for a moment, her knuckles white from gripping it too tightly.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle.

“That was Clara Wilkins from the Howling Clay Pottery Studio,” Olivia explained, her emerald eyes meeting mine briefly. “She said Lily’s… Lily’s mug is ready for collection.”

I noticed how her voice trembled when she mentioned her daughter’s name. The raw grief was

still so fresh.

“Would you like me to take you there?” I offered, already signaling to Thomas Griffin to change

our route.

Olivia nodded, her wolf’s scent shifting with a complex mixture of emotions–grief, longing, and something like determination.

“Yes, please,” she whispered. “I’d like to go now.”

(Olivia’s POV)

The bell above the door of Howling Clay Pottery Studio chimed softly as we entered. The

familiar scent of clay and glazes filled my nostrils, bringing with it a flood of memories–Lily’s

small hands covered in clay, her tongue poking out in concentration as she worked.

Clara Wilkins looked up from behind the counter, her kind face lighting up with recognition.

The elderly she–wolf had always had a special way with the pups who came to her studio.

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“Olivia! I’m so glad you could come quickly,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached. “Where’s our little artist today? Not with you?”

My heart clenched painfully. Clara didn’t know. Of course she didn’t–I hadn’t been back here since Lily…

“She’s… nearby. I haven’t picked her up yet,” I lied, unable to bring myself to tell this kind woman the truth. Not here, not now.

“Such a determined little pup,” Clara continued, oblivious to my pain as she reached beneath the counter. “Two whole months she worked on this mug. Most pups her age give up after one session, but not your Lily.”

She carefully unwrapped a package, removing layers of protective tissue paper. “She wanted it to be perfect for her father’s birthday. Wouldn’t let me help at all–said it had to be all her own work.”

Clara placed the mug in my hands. It was small and slightly lopsided, clearly made by a child’s inexperienced hands. The bright colors were unevenly applied, and there were tiny fingerprints preserved in the clay.

But what broke my heart was the childlike drawing on the side–three stick figures holding hands. A family of three. And beneath it, in wobbly letters: “I DAD!”

My vision blurred with tears. Lily had spent two months making this for Ethan, while he had

been too busy with Victoria and Emma to even acknowledge her existence.

“She was so excited to give it to him,” Clara said, smiling at the memory. “Said her daddy would use it every morning and think of her.”

⚫ I felt Lucas’s hand on my shoulder, steadying me as I swayed slightly.

“Thank you for taking such good care of it,” I managed to say, carefully rewrapping the

precious mug.

Lucas, sensing my distress, quickly thanked Clara and guided me toward the door.

Outside on Shadow Creek Artisan Street, the cool evening air hit my face, but it did nothing to

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