Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 141

The morning sun cast long shadows across Sacred Moonlight Cemetery as I knelt before

Lily’s tombstone. My weathered fingers traced the engraved name, the cold stone a stark

contrast to the warmth of my tears.

“My great–granddaughter,” I whispered, memories flooding back like a broken dam.

Bernard stood respectfully behind me, his silence heavy with shared grief. I closed my eyes,

remembering a conversation I’d overheard between Ethan and Olivia just before my spiritual

retreat.

“How is Lily?” Ethan had asked casually, as if inquiring about the weather. “I was thinking we

could have dinner together this weekend.”

Olivia’s face had remained carefully neutral. “She’s fine. Just busy with school projects.”

The memory twisted like a knife in my chest. Lily had been dead for months, yet Ethan spoke

as if she were alive. And Olivia had maintained the charade.

“She protected me from the truth,” I realized aloud, my voice breaking. “Because of my

memory issues, she didn’t want to cause me pain by telling me repeatedly that Lily was gone.”

Bernard shifted uncomfortably. “Matriarch, perhaps we should return to the estate. This shock

isn’t good for your health.”

I ignored his concern, another memory surfacing–Olivia’s haunted eyes whenever Lily was

mentioned, the careful way she redirected conversations. She had carried this burden alone.

“But Ethan,” I said, rising shakily to my feet. “How could he not know his own daughter was

dead? How could he ask about her so casually?”

The implications were too terrible to contemplate. Had my grandson truly been so neglectful

of his family that he hadn’t even noticed his daughter’s passing?

“Bernard, what kind of father doesn’t know his child is dead?” I demanded, anger replacing

grief. “What kind of Alpha abandons his mate to mourn alone?”

My faithful butler remained silent, his eyes downcast. His loyalty to the Stone family

prevented him from speaking ill of the Alpha, but his silence was answer enough.

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“Take me to him,” I commanded, my voice regaining its authority. “I will confront him here, at Lily’s grave, where he cannot hide from the truth.”

(Matriarch Evelyn’s POV)

As we walked toward the cemetery gates, a wave of dizziness washed over me. The world

tilted alarmingly, colors blurring together.

“Matriarch!” Bernard’s alarmed voice seemed to come from far away.

My legs gave way beneath me, the emotional shock finally overwhelming my aged body.

The broken pieces of Lily’s mug lay scattered across my palm, jagged edges cutting into my skin. I barely felt the pain, too consumed by the hollow ache in my chest.