Alpha, You Lost Your Luna Chapter 09

Alpha, You Lost Your Luna Chapter 09

As she cried, Daphne slapped herself again and again until her face was so swollen it was almost

unrecognizable.

She even tugged up her sleeves on purpose, exposing the injuries left by what she’d been put through,

hoping to soften my heart.

Xavier’s brow furrowed slightly, and he said coldly, “Someone drag her out.”

She suddenly lunged forward, clutching at the hem of my dress and sobbing like her heart was being ripped

out.

“Please, Violet. Please let me stay. I really do know I was wrong…”

The moment she lifted a hand toward my leg, Xavier kicked her away. His gaze was sharp and cold as a

blade.

“If you don’t get out right now, I’ll kill you right here.”

Griffin’s expression shifted slightly. He looked at me and said in a low voice, “Violet, I never touched her.”

“Even after I publicly acknowledged her, the person I dreamed about every night was still you.”

I smiled faintly and answered him in an even tone.

“We just want a quiet life in a place like this. An Alpha has more than enough to deal with already, so you

should head back soon.”

His throat tightened.

“I truly didn’t know about any of it… do you believe me?” he asked softly, as if he were searching for the last scrap of redemption left in the world.

I looked at him, my tone so gentle it was almost peaceful, but empty of all feeling.

“I believe you’re an honorable man, and that you would never use something that vile to destroy a

defenseless woman.”

He had said it, so I believed him.

Griffin’s eyes reddened at once.

“I hate that I wasn’t decisive enough back then. That’s why I… lost you forever.”

“I already burned every last one of those portraits in the city.”

“There may be many more women in the future, but there will never be another one like you, someone who

loved only me with her whole heart.”

At that moment, Landon stepped forward, lowered his head, and handed over several heavy boxes.

“These are the Mate Ceremony gifts Mom left for you, along with everything Thornridge Pack owns now.”

“If you want it, you can take all of it.”

I took the inventory list, flipped through it, and said, “I’ll keep what Mom left me.”

“As for the rest, throw it into the fire.”

“Every one of you has nothing to do with me anymore.”

There was no hatred in my voice, and no forgiveness either.

There was only a river with no way back, separating this shore from the other, and they would never meet

again.

Xavier rose to his feet, brushed at his cuff, and looked at them with quiet indifference.

“Finish your coffee and leave.”

“My mate is healthy, and so is our pup. We don’t need any of you worrying about us.”

In the end, they left carrying nothing but regret and humiliation.

When Griffin reached the door, he turned back once. His face looked desolate, as though he had finally

accepted what could never be changed.

“Violet… I wish you both a long, happy life together and a big, beautiful family.”

I gave him a small, graceful smile. “Thank you.”

Landon kept his head lowered, his hands shaking so badly he didn’t even dare say goodbye.

Daphne was gagged and dragged out like a dead dog. The tears and ash on her face were smeared together until she looked filthy beyond words.

They had probably never imagined that Violet, the one they thought should have died long ago, would

become Xavier’s mate, carrying his child, finally protected by someone at her side, with her life made whole

again.

I sat quietly beside Xavier, one hand resting lightly over my belly as a slow smile curved across my lips.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t be scared. Mommy’s here.”

After they left, life grew much quieter.

Xavier said he would have someone investigate who had leaked our whereabouts.

I took his hand and said softly, “I know it was you.”

“You left the trail on purpose.”

“You knew they would never let me go that easily, so you drew them here on purpose.”

He didn’t deny it. He only gave a low reply.

“I was just afraid they’d go to their graves without ever understanding what they had actually done wrong.”

Three months later, my daughter was born, and her eyes and features looked exactly like mine when I was little.

She was chubby, and her cries were bright and strong, as if none of the suffering in this world had ever touched me at all.

I held her in my arms and hummed the little tune my mother used to teach me.

This time, I wanted to spend the rest of my life singing it only to her.

She was the clean, untouched future I had brought into this world with my own hands, the new life I had been given after surviving death once already.