30 Days to Freedom: Abandoned Luna is Secret Shadow King novel Chapter 63

ter 63: He Must Have Hurt Her

(Olivia’s POV)

I turned my head sharply, and Theodore’s kiss landed on my neck instead. The familiar scent that once intoxicated me now felt nauseating.

I struggled violently against his touch, my hands pushing against his chest. But my resistance only enraged the wolf in

him.

Theodore forcefully lifted my skirt, his hand sliding underneath as his kisses moved from my collarbone to my chest. The heat of his mouth burned against my skin.

Realizing his intent, my struggles intensified. “Theo, let go of me!” I whispered, my voice breaking with desperation.

At the sound of my cry, he looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression savage like a wild beast.

But the sight of a tear rolling down my cheek instantly softened him. He tenderly wiped it away with his thumb.

“My Love, it’s not your fault,” his voice filled with twisted pity. “He shouldn’t have seduced you. My Love, you love me. You would never look at anyone else, right?”

I heard every word clearly. The hypocrisy was staggering.

He felt the sting of betrayal simply because another man admired me. Yet he had carried on an affair with Clara for years without a thought for my own pain.

With a surge of strength, I pushed him away and fled the study. I locked myself in the master bedroom’s bathroom, my

hands shaking as I turned the bolt.

I stood under the shower, frantically scrubbing my skin. I tried to erase the feeling of his touch, but that sensation was

branded into my bones like a venomous snake bite.

The hot water cascaded over me as I scrubbed until my skin turned red. But nothing could wash away the disgust.

My frantic cleansing was interrupted by Helen’s voice from outside the door. “Luna, the gown and the stylists have arrived.

Alpha Theodore requests that you get ready for the Thorne family’s engagement ceremony.”

A moment later, she added, “I heard that the new prominent figure in Stonehaven City, Professor Vance, and his daughter

will also be attending.”

Hearing Killian’s name, I hurled a bottle of shower gel at the frosted glass door. It slammed with a loud thud but left the

door unshaken.

A perfect metaphor for Theodore’s unbreakable control over my life. A profound sense of powerlessness washed over

1. me.

Half an hour later, I sat passively before the vanity as stylists worked on me. My face was a mask of numb resignation.

Dressed in a strapless gown adorned with sapphire crystals and wearing the Ocean Star necklace, I looked exquisitely beautiful. The reflection in the mirror showed a perfect Luna, but inside I felt hollow.

Leo rushed into my arms, exclaiming, “Mom, you’re so pretty!” But my expression remained distant as I looked past him to Theodore, who stood at the door.

He approached, his eyes full of possessive affection. He fastened a Cartier diamond bracelet onto my wrist.

“My Love, you will stun everyone tonight,” he murmured. The bracelet was engraved with the initials ‘T‘ and ‘O‘.

It felt less like a gift and more like a shackle. I snatched my hand away and walked out without a word.

(God’s POV)

Left alone with his son, Theodore’s demeanor shifted. His gentle facade cracked, revealing something cruel underneath.

“Your mom doesn’t hug you anymore, does she?” he said to Leo, his voice deceptively soft. “She’s angry you caused her to

lose the baby.”

Leo’s small face crumpled. Tears began to well in his innocent eyes.

Theodore knelt before him, his hands gripping the boy’s shoulders. “Leo, you’ll see a pup named Elara at the party. Your mom likes her a lot lately. You can ask her how she wins your mommy’s affection.”

The words struck Leo like a physical blow. His childish sadness curdled into jealousy and anger.

In the car, Leo’s attempts to gain his mother’s affection were met with cold indifference. Olivia stared out the window, lost

in her own thoughts.

The boy’s resentment grew with each ignored gesture. His small hands clenched into fists.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the banquet hall buzzed with energy. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over the elegantly dressed guests.

Guests flocked to Theodore, showering him with compliments. “Alpha Theodore, you’re such a perfect, loving mate,” they gushed.

Olivia was forced to stand beside him with their fingers intertwined. She felt nothing but hollow emptiness as she listened

to the praise that once made her heart flutter.

She was merely watching a play. The smiles, the compliments, the admiration – all of it felt fake.

The room’s attention soon shifted as the host took the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the engagement ceremony of Caleb Thorne and Clara Thorne.”

The main topic of gossip was the scandal. Whispers filled the air about the prestigious Thorne family allowing a mating with a disgraced she–wolf.

“Can you believe they’re accepting her?” someone murmured. “After what her mother did?”

Seizing the opportunity, Olivia excused herself. “I need to use the washroom,” she whispered to Theodore.

But instead of the washroom, she went to a quiet lounge. She needed space to breathe.

(Olivia’s POV)

I had just sat down when Killian walked in. The air grew thick with awkwardness as I recalled his heartfelt confession from the video call.

“Gina told me what happened yesterday,” he began, his voice laced with concern. He stood near the door, not daring to

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