Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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The sudden ring of her phone broke the silence. Olivia turned away from the window and reached into her purse,

pulling out her phone. She glanced at the screen before answering.

"Hello?" Her voice was soft, controlled despite the emotional turmoil | knew was raging inside her.

| watched as her expression shifted, a flicker of something-pain? hope?-crossing her features.

"Yes, Clara. | understand. I'll cright away," she said, her voice catching slightly. "Thank you for calling."

She ended the call and stared at her phone for a moment, her knuckles white from gripping it too tightly.

"Is everything alright?" | asked, keeping my voice gentle.

"That was Clara Wilkins from the Howling Clay Pottery Studio," Olivia explained, her emerald eyes meeting mine

briefly. "She said Lily's... Lily's mug is ready for collection."

| noticed how her voice trembled when she mentioned her daughter's name. The raw grief was

still so fresh.

"Would you liketo take you there?" | offered, already signaling to Thomas Griffin to change

our route.

Olivia nodded, her wolf's scent shifting with a complex mixture of emotions-grief, longing, and something like

determination.

"Yes, please," she whispered. "I'd like to go now."

(Olivia's POV)

The bell above the door of Howling Clay Pottery Stuchimed softly as we entered. The

familiar scent of clay and glazes filled my nostrils, bringing with it a flood of memories-Lily's

small hands covered in clay, her tongue poking out in concentration as she worked.

Clara Wilkins looked up from behind the counter, her kind face lighting up with recognition.

The elderly she-wolf had always had a special way with the pups who cto her studio.

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"Olivia! I'm so glad you could cquickly," she said, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached.

"Where's our little artist today? Not with you?"

My heart clenched painfully. Clara didn't know. Of course she didn't—I hadn't been back here since Lily...

"She's... nearby. | haven't picked her up yet," | lied, unable to bring myself to tell this kind woman the truth. Not

here, not now.

"Such a determined little pup," Clara continued, oblivious to my pain as she reached beneath the counter. "Two

whole months she worked on this mug. Most pups her age give up after one session, but not your Lily."

She carefully unwrapped a package, removing layers of protective tissue paper. "She wanted it to be perfect for

her father's birthday. Wouldn't lethelp at all- said it had to be all her own work."

Clara placed the mug in my hands. It was small and slightly lopsided, clearly made by a child's inexperienced

hands. The bright colors were unevenly applied, and there were tiny fingerprints preserved in the clay.

But what broke my heart was the childlike drawing on the side-three stick figures holding hands. A family of

three. And beneath it, in wobbly letters: "I DAD!"

My vision blurred with tears. Lily had spent two months making this for Ethan, while he had

been too busy with Victoria and Emma to even acknowledge her existence.

"She was so excited to give it to him," Clara said, smiling at the memory. "Said her daddy would use it every

morning and think of her."

[ | felt Lucas's hand on my shoulder, steadyingas | swayed slightly.

"Thank you for taking such good care of it," | managed to say, carefully rewrapping the

precious mug.

Lucas, sensing my distress, quickly thanked Clara and guidedtoward the door.

"Bring Lily back soon!" Clara called after us. “I miss my favorite student!"

Outside on Shadow Creek Artisan Street, the cool evening air hit my face, but it did nothing to

ease the burning pain in my chest. | clutched the wrapped mug to my heart, my legs suddenly

too weak to support me.

"She spent two months making this for him," | whispered, my voice breaking. "Two months,

Lucas. And he never even..."

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The tears I'd been holding back all evening finally broke free. | wept openly, my wolf howling in shared grief

beneath my skin.

“He acknowledged Emma today—a child who isn't even his-while our daughter, his flesh and blood, died without

ever knowing her father's love."

Lucas hesitated only briefly before drawinginto his arms. His embrace was warm, protective, offering

comfort without demands.

"I'm so sorry, Olivia," he murmured against my hair. "Your daughter deserved better."

(Ethan's POV)

| slammed my fist against the steering wheel of my Shadow Ghost, my wolf raging beneath my skin. The media

circus had finally been contained, the damage from Olivia's public rejection somewhat mitigated.

But she was gone. Her car was missing from the Stone Estate parking area, yet Lucas Blackwood's vehicle was

also absent.

They had left together.

| grabbed my phone and called Maxwell Chen.

"Find Olivia," | ordered without preamble. "And Blackwood. Now."

Maxwell didn't question my command. "Yes, Alpha. I'll activate the tracking protocol immediately."

Within minutes, my phone buzzed with a message. Maxwell had located them at the Howling Clay Pottery Studio

on Shadow Creek Artisan Street.

A pottery studio? What business did Olivia have there with Blackwood?

| pressed the accelerator harder, weaving through traffic with dangerous speed.

My wolf was restless, territorial instincts flaring at the thought of another Alpha near my mate.

When | reached Shadow Creek Artisan Street, | spotted them immediately. Olivia was in Lucas Blackwood's arms,

her face buried against his chest as her shoulders shook with sobs.

Something primal and possessive erupted within me. | slammed the car door and stormed toward them.

“Get your hands off my mate,” | growled, my Alpha voice resonating with power. Lucas looked up, his expression

hardening but his arms remaining protectively around Olivia.

"She doesn't seem to want your company, Stone," he replied coolly.

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| grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her away from him. "She is my mate, Blackwood. My Luna.

This doesn't concern you."

Olivia stumbled as | yanked her toward me, and something fell from her hands. A

small package hit the cobblestone street with a sickening c***k.

"No!" Olivia cried out, lunging for the fallen object.

Lucas moved faster, kneeling to gather what appeared to be pieces of broken pottery. | saw red, my wolf's

jealousy consuming all rational thought.