Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 44

Ethan immediately loosened his grip, but his anger was palpable. He stood up, towering over me, his amber eyes flashing with fury.

“Olivia, just because you didn’t push Emma today doesn’t mean Lily didn’t push her that day,” he said coldly before turning and leaving the room.

I slowly sat up, my eyes cold and distant. I had hoped that today’s incident, mirroring the past, would at least make him question the narrative he believed. I had underestimated the hold Victoria and her daughter had on

him.

The door slammed behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the lingering scent of Dr. Bennett’s healing salve.

(Isabelle’s POV)

I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I looked at my bruised knees and bloodied legs. The pain was excruciating, but my rage burned even hotter.

“That b**h, Olivia, I won’t let her get away with this!” I seethed, pressing a cold compress against my throbbing knee.

Mother stood nearby, her expression a mixture of concern and anger. She’d always protected me ways ensured I got whatever I wanted. This humiliation was unprecedented in my twenty–four years.

Just then, a servant from Ethan’s quarters entered without knocking. His face was impassive as he delivered

his message.

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“Miss Stone, Mr. Stone has ordered you to the ancestral hall to receive punishment.”

My eyes widened in fear. “I won’t go!” I cried, the pain from the earlier whipping still fresh,

I looked pleadingly at Mother, expecting her to intervene as she always did. But the servants, following. Ethan’s direct orders, grabbed my arms and began dragging me from the bed,

“Let go of me! I’m injured!” I screamed, fighting against their grip.

Mother stepped forward, her voice sharp with authority. “How dare you! Release my daughter immediately!”

The servants hesitated, caught between conflicting orders from two powerful members of the Stone family. But Ethan’s authority as Alpha King outweighed my mother’s.

“We apologize, Mrs. Stone, but these are direct orders from the Alpha,” one servant said apologetically before continuing to pull me toward the door.

My screams echoed through the hallways as

scolding.

(Eleanor’s POV)

they dragged me away, ignoring my protests and Mother’s

I arrived at the ancestral hall just as the punishment concluded. My daughter lay on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, having endured ten lashes of the discipline rod. Her shirt was torn, revealing angry red welts across her delicate skin.

“Mom!” Isabelle wailed, her face streaked with tears and mascara.