Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 190

The morgue door opened again, and my father, Elder Richard Stone, entered with several other family elders. Their faces were solemn, eyes red–rimmed with grief.

My father approached the body slowly, his usual commanding presence diminished by sorrow. He placed a weathered hand on my grandmother’s forehead in a traditional gesture of respect.

“My mother,” he said simply, his voice rough with emotion.

I stepped back, giving him space with his grief. “Father, I need to go to Grandmother’s villa. Victoria is still there, and I need to understand what happened.”

He nodded without looking at me, his attention fixed on his mother’s face. “Go. We will prepare the ceremonial arrangements.”

I turned to leave, noticing that Olivia was already heading for the door. Despite our estrangement, we were united in our need for answers.

In the corridor outside the morgue, Olivia pulled out her phone and dialed a number. I caught the name on her screen: Chief Walter Garrison.

“Chief Garrison,” she said, her voice steady despite her tear–stained face. “This is Olivia Winters. I need to report a murder.”

(Olivia’s POV)

The drive to Matriarch Evelyn’s villa was tense with unspoken accusations. Ethan drove in silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I sat beside him only because we were heading to the same destination, not because I wanted his company.

“You really believe Victoria killed my grandmother?” he finally asked, his amber eyes briefly meeting mine before returning to the road.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Just like she killed our daughter.”

His jaw tightened. “Lily died from kidney failure, Olivia. Victoria had nothing to do with that.”

I laughed bitterly. “Keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you repeat it enough times, it will become true.”

We lapsed back into silence until we reached the imposing gates of Matriarch Evelyn’s villa. Police vehicles were already parked outside, their lights flashing silently in the evening gloom.

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Chief Walter Garrison stood waiting, his uniform crisp despite the late hour. He was a tall man with graying hair and the confident bearing of someone accustomed to authority.

“Alpha King,” he greeted Ethan with a respectful nod before turning to me. “Luna Winters, I came as soon as I received your call.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly at the chief’s use of my formal title. Few in the pack still acknowledged me as Luna since our estrangement.

“Chief Garrison,” Ethan said, his voice carrying the unmistakable weight of his Alpha status. “I appreciate your prompt response, but this is a pack matter.”

The chief remained professional. “With respect, Alpha King, a death under suspicious circumstances falls under my jurisdiction. We will, of course, coordinate with pack authorities.”

I stepped forward. “Thank you for coming, Chief. I believe Victoria Frost murdered Matriarch Evelyn Stone to prevent her from revealing Victoria’s role in my daughter’s death.”

Ethan’s expression darkened. “Olivia, these are serious accusations without evidence.”

“Then let’s find the evidence,” I replied coldly.

Chief Garrison made notes as the guard spoke. “And where is Ms. Frost now?”

“In the basement holding cell,” the guard replied. “The matriarch had it constructed for interrogations. We thought it best to keep Ms. Frost there until the Alpha King arrived.”

Ethan’s voice was rough with emotion when he spoke. “Take us to her.”

(Ethan’s POV)

The basement of my grandmother’s villa had always been off–limits during my childhood. Now I understood why. The stone walls and reinforced door spoke of a purpose far removed from

the elegant living spaces above.

The guard unlocked the heavy door, revealing a sparse room with a single chair in the center. Victoria sat there, her wrists bound behind her back, her ankles secured to the chair legs.

Her face was still bandaged from her injury at the cemetery, but fresh tears had streaked through her makeup. When she saw me, her blue eyes widened with relief.

“Ethan!” she cried, straining against her restraints. “Thank the Moon you’re here! Is she alright? Your grandmother–she just collapsed in front of me. I tried to call for help!”

I approached her slowly, aware of Olivia’s burning gaze on my back and Chief Garrison’s

watchful presence.

“Victoria,” I said, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “My grandmother is dead.”