Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 222

Blood immediately soaked his white shirt, spreading like a crimson flower blooming in the

moonlight. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, but I felt no remorse–only a hollow ache

where my heart used to be.

Tears streamed down my face as I twisted the knife deeper. “She was your daughter! Your own

flesh and blood!”

Ethan’s amber eyes widened with shock and pain. His mouth opened, but only a choked gasp

escaped.

“What would Lily think?” I sobbed, my entire body trembling with grief and rage. “How would

she feel knowing her beloved daddy was responsible for her death?”

The memory of Victoria’s manipulative call flashed through my mind. Her honeyed voice luring

me to Sacred Moonlight Cemetery with promises of returning Lily’s urn. The way she dangled

the Moonwood Ceremonial Urn before me, forcing me to kowtow until my forehead bled.

“You redirected Lily’s kidney donor to Emma,” I hissed, twisting the knife again. “Our daughter.

died while you were comforting another woman’s child!”

I knew Victoria had orchestrated this confrontation, hoping I would kill Ethan and then myself.” She wanted me broken beyond repair, driven to suicide by the weight of my actions.

But something in me refused to surrender completely to despair. The empty urn I still clutched

in my left hand reminded me of what I had lost–what had been taken from me.

“Tell me it’s not true,” I pleaded, my emerald eyes searching his face for any sign of denial.

“Tell me Victoria lied.”

I desperately wanted him to deny it, to tell me it was all a cruel manipulation. My wolf, though weakened by grief, still clung to the faintest hope that the mate we had once loved couldn’t have betrayed us so completely.

Ethan’s face contorted with pain as he slumped against the wall, leaving a smear of blood. “Olivia…” he gasped, his voice barely audible.

“Tell me!” I screamed, my fingers tightening around the knife handle.

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Ethan’s eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw the truth. The guilt that flashed across his face confirmed everything Victoria had said.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “I never meant for Lily to

die.”

His admission hit me like a physical blow. My legs nearly gave out beneath me as the last

shred of hope died in my chest.

“You chose Emma over Lily,” I whispered, my voice hollow with disbelief. “You let our daughter

die.”

Ethan reached for me with blood–stained hands. “Olivia, please… I was wrong. So wrong.”

“Don’t touch me!” I recoiled violently, the sudden movement dislodging the hunting knife from

his abdomen.

Blood spurted from the wound, splattering across my hands and clothes. The warm, sticky sensation made me freeze, staring at my crimson–coated fingers in horror.

I had wanted to kill him. Had imagined plunging the knife into his heart again and again until he felt a fraction of the pain I’d endured. But now, with his blood on my hands, I couldn’t bring

way.

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Alpha Ethan had instructed me to wait outside after bringing Mrs. Stone to him, but my

instincts were screaming that something was wrong. As his special assistant for years, I’d

learned to trust those instincts.

I checked my watch again, then made a decision. Using my security code, I let myself into the

manor.

The moment I stepped inside, the strong scent of blood hit me like a physical blow. My wolf

immediately went on high alert, hackles raised.

“Alpha?” I called out, moving quickly through the entrance hall.

The metallic scent grew stronger as I approached the main living area. When I rounded the

corner, the sight before me made me freeze in horror.

Alpha Ethan lay on the floor in a pool of blood, a silver–edged knife beside him. Mrs. Stone sat nearby, her clothes and hands covered in blood, clutching what looked like a broken wooden

container.

“Mrs. Stone!” I rushed forward, dropping to my knees beside Alpha Ethan. “What happened?”

She didn’t respond, her emerald eyes vacant as she stared at her blood–covered hands.

I quickly checked Alpha Ethan’s pulse–weak but present. The wound in his abdomen was still bleeding, the silver edge of the knife having prevented his werewolf healing from activating.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the pack medical team. “Emergency at Moonlight Manor,” I barked. “Alpha Ethan is down with a silver wound. Send healers immediately.”

While waiting for the medical team, I pressed my hands against Alpha Ethan’s wound, trying to slow the bleeding. Mrs. Stone remained motionless, seemingly in shock.