Semua Bab The Alpha's Unworthy Luna : Bab 11 - Bab 20

RYAN'S POV,‘I should have gone with them.’ I told myself as I sat alone in my SUV, driving through the city traffic, looking for my little princess among the crowd.The guilt of not being with her had been pounding in my head like a war drum since the moment I got the call from my security head. I trusted Mia's innocent face and thought she cared for my Ollie. But it was her plan since the first day she met came to our house—she was playing with our trust the whole time. She was an undercover, sent by my political rivals to kidnap my daughter, the light of my eyes.They succeeded in taking my daughter away, and the fear of losing her was eating me alive.Just a few hours ago, in the morning, I was so happy when Mia told me that Ollie wanted to go out to play in the mall. She was Ollie's nanny, and for over a year, she had been taking good care of her. She had been steady, kind, and patient with Ollie, which made me trust her.I knew that Ollie liked her in ways she hadn’t liked any o

ELENA'S POV,Even after the man said he was her father, I didn’t hand her over right away.The little girl—Ollie, as the stranger called her—was still pressed against my chest, and her small arms were looped tightly around my neck. She started smiling as soon as she saw him, so that put some weight on his words, yet I knew I couldn't just give him the girl. Even if he was the Alpha President.I was a little scared of being in his presence. Who wouldn't be? He was the alpha president—the most influential and powerful man around, while I was just a wolf without any pack or mate.Behind him, I saw his security team in black matching uniforms looking around, with weapons, waiting for his signal to take action. I could read their eyes, so I knew they wouldn't waste a second if asked to take her away from me. But he didn't force Ollie out of my arms; instead, he looked at me with surprise and a little bit of curiosity.I held Ollie tighter when I noticed her looking at the men in uniform. Ho

ELENA'S POV,It had been more than a month since I left the Pack, and things started to make sense with a little passing of time. There was a lot I had to get used to, being independent now, but thanks to my new job at a restaurant in the city center, I was able to pay my bills, and the work kept me busy enough to stop thinking about Julian.Molly, however, was very much a part of my thoughts every day. My little baby was my world, I couldn't forget her even when she was gone far away from me. Can a mother ever forget her child?My days used to start with saying ‘good morning’ to her with a smile on my face and end after hours of talking before bed. I was living my life for her, so it was only fair that I told her the things I was doing outside the four walls of our somewhat warm apartment.I told her all about the famous landmarks around the city. We spent hours talking about the cafe I was a regular at, the small bakery that baked the best pies I had in my life, and the new people I

JULIAN'S POV,I didn’t remember the drive back home.The most I could remember was leaving the doctor behind and running away from the hospital, thinking I could run away from the truth, too. However, that was not the case because just as I got in the car, his voice echoed inside my head.I slammed the car door so hard it rattled the frame, vibrating my whole body, but my heart trembled the most. I started the engine and held the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. Even as I pulled away from the hospital, its empty walls seemed to chase me. I could still hear the doctor’s voice in my head, over and over again.‘Molly is... she's gone.’The words stuck to me like hot wax—thick and suffocating. It wasn't me who left the hospital that day; it was someone else. A ghost. Because I died the moment I heard about Molly's death, and what caused it. I couldn't believe she was gone, but at the back of my head, I guess I'd known it for a very long time.‘She's gone,’ I remembered Ele

ELENA'S POV,The restaurant I started working at wasn’t a Michelin star, but it was quite popular among the crowds that craved more than your regular burger and fries. It was a small European-style restaurant that served authentic European cuisine along with some famous fusion dishes.It was in the city centre—a corner place with twelve tables and a long bar with a grill. The owner, Mrs. Smith, was a very strict and punctual middle-aged British lady who came to the city a long time ago, leaving everything behind to start a new life. Unknowingly, she gave me the strength I needed when I started to question my decisions at the beginning.She gave me the much-needed hope that no matter what, if a woman decides, she can start a new life without any help. She was the cook, and cared a lot about two things—taste and hygiene. Which was probably the reason why we had more regular customers than new ones, and all of them were kind-hearted people.To most of them, The Crown, was more than a rest