My Alpha Wants Two Lunas? I'M Done (Laila and Holt) novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169 Redemption

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When I handed the three translated ledgers to Samuel, it felt like a brick sitting on my chest.

“Three thousand two hundred and eighty–seven children. Two years…

“There’s no way the Umbra Order pulled that off alone. Someone bigger has to be backing them. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted this long. We need to dig deeper.”

Samuel took the ledgers and opened to the first page.

His expression darkened almost at once.

His wolf–like eyes narrowed slightly, and something dangerous flickered deep in his pupils.

“I’ll handle it from here.”

I nodded. “I’ll also ask Tracy to help look into it, too.”

After that, Samuel told me he had already sent word to the Kohlers of the Snowpeak Pack about finding Raymond.

I froze for a moment, then felt surprised by how considerate he was.

Snowpeak Pack… That was Miriam’s family.

For the past two years. I had barely dared to think about them.

The Conlays massacre wasn’t just a case of “they all died.” They died horribly.

Everybody had been chopped up into pieces, so badly that they couldn’t even be put back together.

Even thinking about it sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I heard that the old Luna of Snowpeak Pack fainted upon hearing the news.

And the 90–year–old Alpha was so overwhelmed with grief that he got lightheaded, fell down the stone steps outside his home, and died the next day.

With that kind of tragedy hanging over them, the Alpha family at Snowpeak Pack had barely shown up at any public events these past two years.

Miriam’s older brother, Samson, had never come back to our Silvermoon Pack again.

But I understood why he avoided us.

Because I did the same.

Whenever I recalled those scenes, it felt like my heart had been ripped open, bleeding profusely.

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So ever since the massacre, I’ve had no contact with my sisters–in–law’s families. Even when I had to attend events at Ironclaw Pack, I would deliberately avoid them.

Because I knew we were each other’s hidden fuse.

If we didn’t meet, we could pretend we were fine.

But when we did, a torrent of pain washed over us, impossible to suppress.

Those memories hurt too much. Far too much.

For the Kohlers, this child was also a kind of redemption,

“Thank you, Prince Vance,” I said sincerely.

After that, I turned to head back to the carriage.

Along the way, Raymond had been extremely clingy.

During the day, he sat with me in the carriage. When I stepped away to use the restroom, he insisted on following.

Even if he couldn’t go inside, he would tie a rope around my wrist and hold onto it.

At night, he had to curl up right against me to fall asleep, like he was scared I’d vanish the second I rolled

over.

Right now, he was leaning out of the carriage window, staring at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

He was completely different from before.

When I first came back from Moonlight Academy, Raymond still talked in that soft little kid voice. By the time I married Holt, though, he was already trying to act like a grown man.

Back then, Miriam told him that he and his brother were the men of the Conlays now. It was their job to protect their younger siblings and me. After that, he started acting all grown up.

He’d put his hands behind his back and walk around like he was thinking something important. He’d wrinkle his forehead and let out big sighs. He’d even drop his voice and say, “Aunt Laila, don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” Even though he was still a baby, he insisted on imitating an old alpha.

Thinking about the way he looked, I couldn’t help but laugh.

But my tears almost fell, too.

On this journey, Samuel had hardly spoken to me.

Not because he didn’t want to–but because Raymond wouldn’t allow it.

Raymond rejected everyone.

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He wouldn’t let Samuel come near me, even though he knew Samuel had saved him.

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Every time Samuel stepped closer, Raymond would tense up like a startled wolf pup, hide behind me, and clutch my clothes tightly.

I had tried over and over to tell him that Samuel was a good man, but Raymond wouldn’t believe me.

That night, he finally told me why. He wrote it down with a quill, the letters shaky and crooked–some of them spelled wrong. Still, every word felt like a steel needle going straight into my eyes.

“A tall, fierce man like him would whip us.

“He would kick us.

“He would lift people like little chickens and throw them into water barrels.

“He would hold their heads down for a very long time, until they could barely breathe, before pulling them out.

“And laugh.”

I read each word.

One by one, my heart felt like it was being cut apart.

The details of what he had gone through in the past two years–the things I had been too afraid to ask- were now carved into these crooked letters, burned into my memory.

After Raymond fell asleep, I picked up the paper and quietly opened Samuel’s door.

He took it from me and lowered his head to read it.