Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Her face transformed, disappointment and rage flashing across her features before she could mask them. Her wolf snarled beneath her skin, a reaction that surprised me with its intensity.

Officer Benjamin Trent stepped forward. “Ms. Frost, this way please.”

As Victoria was led away, Olivia watched with visible relief washing through her. She left the center with her head held high, and I followed at a respectful distance, my mind churning with unanswered questions.

Outside, I caught up to Olivia as she headed toward her car. “I’ll drive you back to the Medical Den.”

She hesitated, clearly reluctant to accept my offer. “That’s not necessary.”

“I insist,” I said, my tone brooking no argument. My wolf was restless with unresolved questions, and I needed answers only she could provide.

Reluctantly, she followed me to my Midnight Maybach. The drive began in tense silence, the air between us heavy with unspoken words.

“Why are you so convinced Victoria isn’t Little Orange?” I finally asked, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.

Olivia remained defiantly silent, her wolf projecting walls of emotional distance. The scent of her determination filled the car, mingled with something else–vindication.

“Olivia,” I pressed, “if you know something-”

“I’ve said all I need to say for now,” she interrupted, her voice cool. “The evidence against Victoria speaks for itself.”

I wanted to push further, but something held me back. My wolf sensed that forcing the issue would only drive her further away.

When we arrived at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, Olivia immediately exited the vehicle without a backward glance. I watched her disappear through the entrance, her scent trailing notes of determination and vindication.

Sighing heavily, I called Maxwell Chen. “Meet me here. I need to go to Crescent Moon Medical Center to check on Emma.”

(Victoria’s POV)

The harsh fluorescent lights of the Shadowfall Detention Center made my skin look sickly pale. I wrinkled my nose at the stench

of unwashed bodies and cheap moonlight wine that permeated the air.

This was beneath me. I, Victoria Frost, did not belong in a place like this, surrounded by common criminals and rogue wolves.

“Move it,” the guard growled, shoving me toward the cell block.

My wolf bristled at the disrespect. Didn’t he know who I was? I was practically the Luna of the Silvercrest Pack, the most powerful pack in the Northern Territory!

The cell door clanged shut behind me, and I found myself facing a dozen pairs of hostile eyes. Female wolves of various ranks