Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 184

I ignored him, my gaze fixed on Olivia. The poor girl’s shoulders sagged with relief at the sight

of me, fresh tears streaming down her face.

“Grandmother,” she whispered, the title an acknowledgment of the bond we shared despite the

absence of blood relation.

I nodded to her, then turned my attention to Victoria Frost. The woman had the audacity to

smile at me, as if we were meeting at a social gathering rather than at my great–granddaughter’s desecrated grave.

“Matriarch Stone,” she said, dipping into a respectful curtsy. “What a surprise to see you out so

early.”

Cold fury filled me. This woman had helped kill my great–granddaughter, had spat on her

grave, and now dared to address me with false respect.

“Seize that woman,” I commanded, my voice carrying the weight of decades of authority.

My security team moved immediately, surrounding Victoria before she could react. Her blue eyes widened with genuine fear for the first time.

“Ethan!” she cried, reaching toward him. “Tell them to stop! What is happening?”

My grandson stepped forward, still holding Olivia against his side. “Grandmother, what are you

doing?”

“Justice,” I replied simply. “Something you have failed to provide.”

The security team grabbed Victoria’s arms, forcing her to her knees before Lily’s Moonstone Tombstone. She struggled against their grip, her perfect composure finally cracking.

“Ethan, please!” she begged. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”

(Ethan’s POV)

I watched in shock as my grandmother’s security team forced Victoria to her knees. This was

happening too quickly, spiraling beyond my control.

“Release her immediately,” I demanded, my Alpha voice resonating with authority.

To my surprise, the security team ignored me, their loyalty to my grandmother apparently

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“Grandmother,” I said, stepping toward her, “this is inappropriate. Whatever accusations Olivia

has made-”

“Are true,” my grandmother interrupted, her voice sharp despite her frail appearance. “I have

seen the evidence myself.”

Again and again, Olivia lashed out, each strike drawing blood through Victoria’s torn designer clothes. The security team held Victoria firmly, preventing her from escaping the punishment.