Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 170

Attached was a photo of Ethan kneeling before Lily’s Moonstone Tombstone, his head bowed.

My first instinct was protective rage. How dare he visit her now, after ignoring her for so long? But something else stirred within me – a recognition that despite everything, he was Lily’s

father.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I typed my response: “He’s Lily’s father. Let him

1. be. He owes her this penance.”

I stared at my own words, surprised by them. For the first time, I acknowledged Ethan’s right to

mourn our daughter.

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I knelt before my daughter’s moonstone tombstone, the cold ground seeping through my pants. The cemetery was silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the night breeze.

The polished stone gleamed in the moonlight, Lily’s smiling face captured in the colored

photograph embedded in the granite. She looked so happy, so alive blood–spattered child I’d seen in the surveillance footage.

nothing like the pale,

“Lily,” I whispered, tracing her name with trembling fingers. “I’m so sorry.”

The words felt pathetically inadequate. What apology could possibly make up for years of

neglect? For missing her final moments?

I remembered her voice on the phone that last time: “Daddy, can you come be with Lily? Lily is

sick, and the treatment hurts…”

And my cold response: “Don’t be like your mother, full of lies.”

A sob tore from my throat, raw and agonizing. I had failed her in every way a father could fail a

child.

“I built you an amusement park,” I said, my voice breaking. “I was going to make it up to you. I

was going to be better.”

The tombstone offered no absolution, no forgiveness. Just the stark reality of my daughter’s

name etched in stone.

Hours passed as I knelt there, memories washing over me. Not memories of time spent with Lily – those were painfully few – but memories of opportunities missed. Birthdays I’d skipped, school events I’d ignored, bedtimes I’d missed.

All while I lavished attention on Emma, a child who wasn’t even mine.

The eastern sky began to lighten, casting a silvery glow across the cemetery. Dawn was breaking, marking the end of my night–long vigil.

My joints were stiff as I finally rose to my feet. My Alpha strength, usually so reliable, seemed

diminished by grief.

“I’ll return tomorrow; Lily,” I promised, my voice hoarse from unshed tears. “Every day, until you forgive me.”

I turned and walked slowly toward the cemetery gates, my body heavy with grief.

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