The Alpha King is unavailable novel Chapter 176

“No, Lily has long been buried.” My voice was hoarse, barely recognizable even to my own

ears.

The words hung in the sterile air of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Each syllable felt like

broken glass in my throat.

Victoria’s hand tightened around mine. Her blue eyes widened with what appeared to be

shock.

“Five years,” I continued, the admission tearing at my soul. “She’s been gone for five years, and

I didn’t know.”

The weight of this truth crushed me. My daughter had died, and I hadn’t been there. Hadn’t

known. Hadn’t mourned.

Memories flooded my mind–painful, sharp–edged fragments of a life I’d barely acknowledged.

Lily’s small face looking up at me, her emerald eyes–so like her mother’s–filled with hope

whenever I entered a room.

I remembered how she would approach me cautiously, always careful not to displease me.

Her tiny voice would tremble slightly as she greeted me.

“Hello, Father,” she would say, standing straight, trying to make herself worthy of my attention.

And what had I done? I’d barely acknowledged her. I’d been too busy with pack business, too

preoccupied with Victoria and Emma.

Emma. The thought of Victoria’s daughter sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing over me. How

many times had I showered Emma with affection while my own daughter watched from the

shadows?

I recalled a particular day at Imperial Gardens when both girls had been present. Emma had

run to me, throwing herself into my arms with complete confidence that I would catch her. I