30 Days to Freedom: Abandoned Luna is Secret Shadow King novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: k********g The Child

Chapter 162: k********g The Child

(God’s POV)

“Installed a camera?” Matthew’s voice carried a dangerous edge as he stared at the small surveillance device mounted in the corner of Aurora’s nursery.”

Beta Tristan shifted the heavy stack of files in his arms, looking apologetic. “Yes, Alpha King. The security team installed them throughout the estate for Aurora’s protection. They thought it would be convenient for you and Luna Olivia to check on her when you’re away on pack business.”

Matthew’s jaw tightened. The idea of cameras watching his family’s most intimate moments made his skin. crawl. Without hesitation, he reached up and yanked the device from its mount.

“Have the rest removed,” he ordered, tossing the camera into the waste basket with a satisfying c***k. “All of them. Today.”

Tristan nodded quickly. “Of course, Alpha King. Though I must say, with Killian away on his research expedition, the workload has been-”

“Handle it,” Matthew cut him off, his tone brooking no argument.

Meanwhile, Theodore’s fingers trembled as he frantically switched between surveillance feeds on his remote control. The screens flickered from room to room, showing him glimpses of the life that should have been

his.

His breath caught when he saw Nora, Aurora’s gentle caregiver, carrying the little pup into the main living

area. The moment Aurora spotted Matthew, her tiny arms reached out eagerly.

“Daddy hug,” she babbled, her voice sweet and trusting. “Mommy… tired…”

Nora smiled warmly at the child’s perceptiveness. “She’s so smart, Alpha King. She remembered what you

said yesterday about Luna Olivia not being able to carry her for long periods.”

The simple observation hit Theodore like a physical blow. Matthew had noticed Olivia’s fatigue, had cared

enough to mention it. The casual intimacy of it, the way Aurora called him ‘Daddy‘ without hesitation, felt like

salt poured into an open wound.

Matthew scooped Aurora into his arms effortlessly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “That’s right, little

star. Mommy needs her rest.”

Theodore’s hands clenched around the remote until his knuckles went white. This should be him. This should

be his family, his child calling him daddy.

The domestic scene continued to unfold before his eyes like a twisted nightmare. Olivia appeared in the kitchen, fussing over a pot of venison stew. Her movements were graceful but slightly uncertain, the actions of someone still learning to navigate a new home.

“The venison seems a bit undercooked,” Nora observed gently, peering over Olivia’s shoulder.

Olivia’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. Matthew, you shouldn’t eat it if it’s not done properly. Let me fix it, I can-”

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Matthew set Aurora down carefully and moved to Olivia’s side. His large hand covered hers on the wooden spoon, stilling her frantic stirring.

“Livvy,” he said softly, the nickname rolling off his tongue like a caress. “Just don’t cook in the future. We have

staff for that.”

The gentle touch, the way he said ‘Livvy‘ with such tender familiarity, made Olivia’s breath catch. Killian’s words echoed in her mind–Matthew had genuinely marked her. The bond between them was real, deeper than she’d allowed herself to believe.

Theodore watched this intimate exchange through the screen, his heart shattering with each passing second. The way Matthew touched her, the way Olivia responded to his presence–it was everything Theodore had lost and could never reclaim.

A sudden shriek from the back garden shattered the peaceful moment. Aurora had toddled outside, drawn by something that caught her curious eye. But her unsteady steps had led her straight into a muddy patch near the flower beds.

Matthew was moving before anyone else could react, his supernatural speed carrying him to Aurora’s side in an instant. He lifted her from the mud, checking her over with the practiced efficiency of a worried father.

“I’m okay, Daddy,” Aurora giggled, completely unharmed. In her tiny fist, she clutched a single flower. “For Mommy!”

Olivia rushed outside, her heart still racing from the scare. But as she joined Matthew and Aurora, her steps slowed to a stop. Her breath caught in her throat.

The entire back garden was transformed into a sea of moonlight roses. Hundreds of them, their silvery–white petals glowing softly in the afternoon light. They stretched as far as the eye could see, creating an ethereal landscape that seemed almost otherworldly.

“Matthew,” she whispered, walking among the flowers in wonder. “They’re beautiful. When did you-”

But Matthew’s expression had turned to stone. His eyes scanned the garden with the sharp focus of a

predator sensing danger.

“Tristan,” he called, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

His Beta appeared instantly. “Yes, Alpha King?”

“These roses. When were they planted?”

Tristan looked confused. “I… I’m not sure, Alpha King. The property management company didn’t mention any landscaping work. In fact, I just confirmed with them–only your estate has been planted with moonlight roses. None of the other properties in the development.”

A cold realization settled over Matthew like ice water in his veins. His jaw clenched as the implications

became clear.

“He’s been here,” Matthew stated, his voice laced with deadly certainty.

Without another word, he took Olivia’s arm and guided her toward the house. “We need to talk. Now.”

He pulled her into his study and shut the door with a decisive click.

Theodore watched the door close, his view narrowing to the shrinking gap until the screen went completely

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black, in those final seconds, he’d seen Matthew press Olivia against the wall, their bodies close, intimate.

“What’s going on? Theodore roared, his voice echoing through his makeshift surveillance room. “Why did the feed cut out?”

One of his hired hackers looked up from his computer, sweat beading on his forehead. “Alpha, the surveillance equipment has been… blasted. Completely fried by another hacker.

“What do you mean, blasted?”

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