Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 232

Victoria’s legs were useless, dragging on the ground like dead weight as I pulled her across the private dining room floor by her hair. Her perfectly styled blonde locks twisted in my grip as she whimpered pathetically.

“Not so powerful now, are you?” I whispered, my voice eerily calm.

I gripped Victoria’s hair tighter with one hand, my other hand firmly holding the back of her neck. With werewolf strength, I slammed her head against the wall with a resounding “Bang!”

The impact left Victoria dazed, her forehead immediately bruising but not bleeding. I didn’t want blood evidence.

“That’s for Lily,” I hissed.

I threw her to the floor with a force that made her body bounce slightly before settling. Her designer dress twisted around her paralyzed legs.

Victoria’s eyes widened with rage. She tried to curse at me, but the cloth gag muffled her words into unintelligible sounds. Her manicured nails clawed at the hardwood floor as she desperately tried to drag herself toward the door.

Her bodyguards were just outside. If she could reach them…

I kicked her away with a swift movement, sending her sprawling back across the floor.

“Going somewhere?” I asked, walking calmly to the door and locking it.

Victoria’s eyes tracked my every move, terror replacing her initial anger. She knew what was

coming.

I turned back to her, my emerald eyes cold and calculating. This wasn’t the emotional

breakdown she’d witnessed at Lily’s grave. This was methodical retribution.

The first kick landed on her ribs, careful not to break them but hard enough to make her curl

into herself. I followed with a series of slaps, each one precise and controlled.

“Two years,” I said, punctuating each word with another slap. “Two years I’ve waited for this

moment.”

I was careful with my assault, targeting painful but non–crippling spots. I didn’t need to

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permanently damage her–her paralysis had already done that. This was about power.

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The power dynamic had shifted drastically. Two years ago, Victoria had stood over me at my daughter’s grave, taunting me about my grief while I collapsed in tears. Now, I was in control.

I crouched down, gripping Victoria’s jaw with enough force to make her wince.

“Victoria Frost, you really couldn’t wait, could you?” I said mockingly. “You had to come find me, just like you did at Lily’s grave.”

Her eyes widened at the mention of my daughter.

“I know what you’re doing,” I continued, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Trying to provoke me, just like before. Preying on my grief for Lily.”

Victoria tried to shake her head, but my grip was too tight.

“But I’m not that broken woman anymore.”

(Victoria’s POV)

I stared into Olivia’s emerald eyes, searching for the unstable grief I’d exploited two years ago. Instead, I found something far more terrifying–clarity.

She was calm. Too calm.

This wasn’t the emotional wreck who had collapsed at her daughter’s grave. This Olivia had recovered from her mental illness, and that made her infinitely more dangerous.

Her hand connected with my cheek again, the slap echoing in the private dining room. Again

and again, she struck me until her own palm was red from the impact.

I tried to scream through the gag, but only muffled sounds emerged. My face burned with each

slap, tears streaming down my cheeks–not from emotion, but from the physical pain.

“This is for every time you called Emma ‘our daughter‘ in front of Ethan,” Olivia said, landing

another blow.

My head snapped to the side with the force of it.

“This is for stealing Lily’s kidney donor,” she continued, her voice still unnervingly controlled as

she delivered another slap.

How did she know about that? Panic surged through me.

“And this,” she said, leaning close to my ear, “is for trying to kill me.”

The beating continued until I was sobbing through the gag, my pride shattered along with my

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composure. I had never felt so helpless, so utterly at someone else’s mercy.

Suddenly, a commotion outside the door caught our attention.

“Alpha King Stone has arrived,” one of my bodyguards announced loudly.

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Olivia paused, her hand raised for another strike. She glanced toward the door, then back at me. With a swift movement, she removed the gag from my mouth.

I saw my chance for revenge.

“b***h, now you’re scared, it’s too late!” I spat, blood and saliva spraying from my split lip.

Olivia’s response was immediate–another powerful kick that sent pain radiating through my

I gathered her into my arms, careful not to cause her further pain. Her body felt fragile against my chest, and she buried her face in my neck, her tears wet against my skin.

“Wanwan, Victoria’s legs are already crippled,” I said, my voice low with controlled anger. “Was this really necessary?”