My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169 Redemption

Laila’s POV:

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 of 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.

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.

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