Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 221

Silvercrest Pack, on her knees before me.”

I swallowed hard, forcing down my pride. “Victoria, I’ll do anything. Just don’t harm her ashes.”

Victoria looked down at me, savoring the moment of triumph. I could see the memory of her own humiliation at this very cemetery burning in her eyes–where I had forced her to kowtow to Lily’s grave after discovering she had desecrated it.

“Anything?” Victoria’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight. “Then bow to me. Not just kneel. Kowtow. Touch your forehead to the ground.”

Without hesitation, I bent forward, pressing my forehead against the cold earth. My wolf, driven by maternal instinct, accepted the humiliation without protest.

“Again,” Victoria commanded, her voice cruel with pleasure. “Lower this time.”

I complied, bending until my face pressed harder against the rough ground.

“Again!”

Each time I rose, she demanded another bow. Again and again, I kowtowed, my forehead scraping against small stones and twigs. I felt my skin break, but I didn’t stop. Warm blood

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trickled down my face, crimson droplets staining the sacred ground as my wolf surrendered completely to maternal instinct.

“How does it feel, Olivia?” Victoria taunted. “To be nothing. To have nothing. Not even your

dignity.”

I remained silent, focusing only on the urn in her hands. Nothing else mattered.

“Your precious daughter is dead, your mate prefers me, and now you’re bleeding at my feet.”

Her laughter echoed through the cemetery. “This is exactly where you belong.”

Victoria finally told me to stop, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. She placed Lily’s

Moonwood Ceremonial Urn on the ground between us.

“Thank you,” I whispered, reaching for it.

Before my fingers could touch the sacred vessel, Victoria deliberately stepped on it with her designer heel. The sound of cracking wood echoed through the night like a gunshot.

“No!” I screamed, lunging forward.

Victoria pressed harder, the delicate wood splintering under her weight.

“You couldn’t protect Lily in life, and you can’t protect her in death,” Victoria taunted cruelly.

My hands hovered helplessly as she ground her heel against the precious urn. My wolf howled in anguish, the sound trapped in my chest.

Victoria’s voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “Did you know your husband was complicit in Lily’s death?”

I froze, my blood turning to ice. “What?”

“Oh yes,” she continued, her eyes glittering with malice. “That kidney donor that was supposed to save Lily? Ethan redirected it to Emma.”

The world seemed to tilt beneath me. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Victoria smirked. “Why do you think Emma recovered so quickly from her illness while Lily withered away? Why do you think the donor suddenly became ‘unavailable‘ for Lily’s

surgery?”

My mind raced back to those desperate days, the frantic calls to Ethan that went unanswered,

the mysterious disappearance of the donor we had waited months to find.

“Your husband ignored your frantic calls during Lily’s surgery while he was comforting Emma,”

she gloated, her words designed to shatter what remained of my will to live. “Even now, he

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Each word was a dagger to my heart. I remembered how Ethan had been absent during Lily’s final hours, how he had claimed to be caught in an important meeting. The pieces were falling into place with devastating clarity.

“No,” I whispered, but the denial sounded hollow even to my own ears.

“Yes,” Victoria insisted. “Ask him yourself if you don’t believe me. Watch his face when you do. You’ll see the truth.”

Driven to despair by Victoria’s revelation about Ethan’s role in Lily’s death and her relentless taunts, I momentarily lost my will to fight. My wolf retreated deep within, curling into itself as if mortally wounded.

I collapsed to the ground, my body shaking with silent sobs as the full weight of betrayal crushed me. The man I had loved, the father of my child, had chosen another woman’s daughter over our own. Had actively contributed to our daughter’s death.

Victoria, believing her work was done, turned to leave. “Goodbye, Olivia. Enjoy what’s left of your pathetic life.”

close she was to the steep drop.