Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 34

I rose slowly to my feet, my entire body trembling with barely contained rage. Roland Warner’s dying words echoed in my mind: “Victoria didn’t want to save her own daughter… She wanted Lily dead!”

“You have no right to speak her name,” I said, my voice dangerously quiet.

Victoria stepped closer, emboldened by my restraint. “It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? You lose your daughter, while

Emma thrives under Ethan’s protection. The daughter he actually loves.”

The slap echoed through the garden like a thunderclap, the force of it snapping Victoria’s head to the side.

Her perfectly manicured hand flew to her reddening cheek, shock written across her features.

“You” she gasped, but I cut her off by stepping closer, my emerald eyes cold as ice.

“This is just the beginning!” I warned, my voice barely above a whisper,

I turned and walked away, leaving her stunned in the garden. My hand stung from the impact, but satisfaction coursed through my veins. It was a small victory, but it tasted sweet nonetheless.

Behind me, I heard small footsteps running toward Victoria.

“Mommy! What happened?” Emma’s childish voice called out.

I didn’t turn back, but I could imagine Victoria gathering Emma into her arms, using the child as both shield

and weapon.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart, Victoria soothed, but her voice carried to me on the evening breeze. “That mean lady hurt Mommy, but don’t worry. We’ll make her sorry”

Emma’s response was too quiet for me to hear, but I felt a chill run down my spine nonetheless. Victoria was dangerous enough, but I’d learned that her daughter could be equally manipulative.

(Emma’s POV)

I watched the mean lady walk away from my mommy. Her red handprint was still on Mommy’s cheek, and it made my tummy feel all twisted and hot.

Nobody was allowed to hurt my mommy. Not ever.

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Chapter 32 A tanker

Thate her,” I whispered, hugging Mommy tight. Til make her cry like she made you cry.”

She turned, her body stiffening at the sight of me. I could see she didn’t like me calling her “Auntie,” and that

“Emma,” she replied, her voice careful. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”