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Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 179
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| wept in Ethan's arms, my tears soaking through his shirt. To anyone watching, | appeared devastated by grief

over Lily's death. But hidden against his chest, my lips curled into a

satisfied smile.

"I'm so sorry," | sobbed, my voice breaking perfectly. "If only | hadn't called you that day..."

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My mind drifted back to that pivotal afternoon five years ago. | remembered how I'd deliberately called Ethan

away when Lily was critically ill. | knew exactly what | was doing

when | made that call, claiming Emma needed him urgently.

| had watched Olivia's desperate calls light up Ethan's phone throughout the day. Each time, I'd casually

dismissed the notifications before he could see them. | hadn't deleted them-that would have been too obvious. |

simply made sure he was too distracted to notice.

"Emma needs you," | had told him, my voice trembling with manufactured concern. "The doctors say her

condition is worsening."

It wasn't entirely a lie. Emma had been ill, but not critically so. Nothing that required Ethan's immediate

presence. But it had been enough to pull him away from his promise to Lily.

While Ethan rushed to Emma's side at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, | had slipped away, claiming to fetch

medicine. Instead, | drove to Moonlight Fair, parking at a distance to watch.

the unfold.

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| saw Olivia's frantic search for Ethan. | witnessed Lily's collapse, her tiny body crumpling to the ground as her

mother screamed for help. The sight had filledwith a dark satisfaction.

"One less obstacle," | had thought, watching the ambulance speed away.

Lily had always been in my way-a constant reminder that Ethan had chosen Olivia first. The child's emerald eyes,

so like her mother's, seemed to see through my facade. Even at four years old, she had regardedwith

suspicion.

And she had been right to do so. | had never wanted her happiness. | had wanted her gone.