Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 42

“This is all your fault!” I hissed, roughly dropping Emma’s hand

The sudden movement startled her awake from her feigned drowsiness. She stumbled, falling to her knees

on the gravel path.

“Mommy?” Emma called out, her voice small and confused.

I ignored her, striding toward the waiting car. My heels crunched against the gravel, matching the grinding of my teeth.

“Mommy, wait for me!” Emma cried, scrambling to her feet and running after me.

I didn’t slow down. Let her chase me for once.

(Matriarch Evelyn’s POV)

As soon as Victoria disappeared through the front door, I straightened my posture. The frail, elderly woman act had served its purpose.

“Ethan,” I said, my voice leaving no room for argument, “meet me in the Stone Ancestral Hall. Now.”

Without waiting for his response, I turned to Bernard Sheppard, who stood quietly by the door. “Bernard, bring Isabelle from the hall. I want her to witness this.”

Bernard bowed deeply. “Yes, Matriarch.”

I made my way to the Stone Ancestral Hall, my steps purposeful and strong. The ancient stone walls seemed to whisper their approval as I entered the sacred space.

Isabelle was still kneeling in the center of the room, her expression brightening with relief when she saw me.

“Grandmother!” she exclaimed, attempting to rise.

“Who allowed you to get up?” I snapped, my voice echoing off the stone walls.

Isabelle froze mid–motion, her legs trembling from the extended kneeling. The pain in her knees finally overwhelmed her, causing her to pitch forward onto the cold floor.

Eleanor rushed to her daughter’s side, helping her back into a kneeling position. “Mother, please,” she pleaded, Isabelle knows she was wrong. She’s learned her lesson.”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

Eleanor nudged her daughter. “Isabelle, apologize to your grandmother.”

Isabelle’s eyes flashed with resentment before she quickly masked it. “Grandmother, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong,” she mumbled, her voice lacking any genuine remorse.

“You shouldn’t be apologizing to me!” I corrected sharply.

Isabelle’s head snapped up, confusion written across her features. Then understanding dawned, followed by

horror.

“Apologize to Olivia,” Eleanor whispered urgently, giving her daughter another nudge.

Isabelle’s jaw clenched, but she turned to face Olivia, who stood quietly beside me. “Olivia Winters, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have wronged you,” she forced out through gritted teeth.

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I studied her face for a moment, finding no true repentance there. But the public apology would have to

suffice for now,

“You promised me you would take good care of Olivia,” I said, circling him slowly. “Is this how you take care of

Each word was a lash against his conscience. I could see the muscles in his shoulders tense with each