The Alpha King is unavailable novel Chapter 31

(Olivia’s POV)

After leaving the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, I took a taxi

My phone rang, disrupting my thoughts. Eleanor Stone’s name flashed across the screen.

I considered ignoring it but knew that would only make things worse. With a deep breath, I answered.

“Olivia, you need to come to the Stone Estate immediately. We’re hosting a pack banquet tonight and we’re short–staffed,” Eleanor said without preamble, her voice sharp with command.

I gritted my teeth. Despite being Ethan’s mate and technically the Luna of the pack, I was treated like a servant by his family.

Im not feeling well,” I began, but Eleanor cut me off.

“That’s not my problem. Just be here in thirty minutes.”

In the background, I heard a familiar voice–Victoria’s honeyed tones asking Eleanor something about table settings. My blood ran cold.

“T1l be there,” I said, my voice hardening with resolve.

If Victoria was at the pack house, then that’s exactly where I needed to be. Roland Warner’s dying words echoed in my mind: “Victoria didn’t want to save her own daughter… She wanted Lily dead!”

I flagged down another taxi, my hands shaking with anger and determination. This was my chance to observe Victoria up close after learning what she’d done to Lily.

The drive to the Stone Estate felt both too long and too short. I rehearsed what I might say, how I might act, trying to prepare myself for seeing the woman who had murdered my daughter.

The mansion came into view, its imposing structure looming against the darkening sky. Pack members and

servants hurried about, preparing for the evening’s banquet.

I paid the driver and stepped out, smoothing my simple dress. The contrast between my plain appearance and the grandeur around me was just another reminder of how I’d been pushed to the margins of pack life.

Twenty–five minutes after Eleanor’s call, I stepped through the grand entrance of the Silvercrest Pack House. The manor was bustling with activity as servants prepared for the evening’s event.

I paused in the doorway of the main sitting room, taking in the scene before me. Ethan sat in his favorite armchair, his powerful frame relaxed yet commanding. Victoria perched on the sofa beside him, laughing at something he’d said.

Emma sat on the floor playing with toys, while Eleanor and Isabelle Stone watched her with doting expressions. They looked like the perfect family.

My family. My place. My mate.

The sight of them together sent a wave of nausea through me. How many times had I wished for such a scene with Lily? How many times had Ethan denied our daughter his presence?

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Victoria noticed me first, her smile faltering slightly before returning with calculated warmth

The pain of this realization nearly brought me to my knees. Lily had asked for so little–just her father’s presence, his attention, his love.