Chapter 110
“Alexander,” I breathed, feeling my cheeks flush. “We have at least three more hours of this gala to get
through.”
“Three hours of torture,” he groaned dramatically, making me laugh despite the weight of the evening.
As the dance ended, Alexander reluctantly released me. “Duty calls,” he said with a small sigh.“The Bennett Pack Alpha has been trying to corner me all evening about that territory dispute.”
“Go,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I need to thank the donors anyway.”
The next hour passed in a blur of handshakes, grateful smiles, and careful small talk. I moved from group to group, thanking benefactors and answering questions about the foundation’s initiatives. The donations were exceeding our expectations, each generous contribution another step toward protecting
vulnerable children.
Eventually, the constant socializing began to take its toll. I slipped away to a small alcove near the
terrace doors, grateful for a moment alone to catch my breath. The cool night air felt wonderful against
my flushed skin.
“You’ve done remarkably well tonight.”
The voice behind me sent chills down my spine. I turned slowly to find Alpha Foster standing there, his expression somber in a way I’d rarely seen during our marriage.
“You need to leave,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You have no right to be here.”
“I donated fifty thousand dollars to your foundation,” he replied calmly. “I have every right to attend.”
The audacity of it made me laugh without humor. “Money doesn’t erase what you did.”
“Summer,” he began, taking a step closer, “I know I can never make amends for-”
“Don’t,” I cut him off sharply. “Don’t you dare stand there and pretend to feel remorse now.”
“It’s not pretense,” he insisted, a hint of his old Alpha authority creeping into his tone. “I’ve had time to reflect, to understand the gravity of my mistakes.”
Something inside me snapped. Before I could think better of it, my hand flew through the air, connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap that silenced nearby conversations.
“Mistakes?” I hissed, trembling with fury. “You call what happened to Felix a mistake? He’s dead because of you!”
Foster’s eyes widened, genuine shock registering on his face. “Dead? No, that’s not possible.”
“impossible?“I laughed bitterly. “If you hadn’t tried to kidnap us at Disney World, if we hadn’t been forced
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to run from you, Felix would still be alive! He had one month, Foster. One month of happiness before he died–the only time in his life he felt free and loved without conditions. And you stole even that from him!
Alpha Foster stood frozen, the color draining from his face. “I never wanted–I didn’t think-”
“That’s right,” I said, each word sharp enough to draw blood. “You didn’t think about anyone but yourself. Not me, not your son. And now it’s too late.”
Something feral and broken flashed in Foster’s eyes. He dropped to his knees, an anguished howl tearing from his throat that made several guards rush toward the balcony. Without another word, he staggered to his feet and fled, pushing past the security personnel and disappearing into the night.
I stood there, trembling with rage and grief, feeling both vindicated and hollow. After several deep breaths, I composed myself enough to return to the gala. I searched the room for Alexander but couldn’t spot his towering frame anywhere.
Beta Ethan approached, his expression concerned. “Luna, are you alright? We saw Alpha Foster-”
“I’m fine,” I assured him, though my voice sounded strange even to my own ears. “Where’s Alexander?”
“He was speaking with Council Member Darius a moment ago,” Ethan replied, scanning the room. ” Perhaps they stepped out for a private word?”
A strange unease settled in my stomach. I checked the side rooms, the lobby, even had Ethan check the men’s restroom. No sign of Alexander anywhere.
Where was Alexander?
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