My Alpha Wants Two Lunas? I'M Done (Laila and Holt) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369 Because of Laila

Third–person POV:

When Holt received the letter, his fingers trembled as he drew it from the envelope.

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His heart pounded wildly in his chest. There weren’t many words on the paper. No greeting. No pleasantries. Not even an extra sentence. Just one cold line, “Go see Dr. Sagewood

tomorrow.”

That was it.

But Holt stared at those words for a long time.

His thumb slowly brushed over the edge of the paper again and again, as if the faded ink still carried the warmth of Laila’s fingertips from when she wrote it.

As if she were still here.

In the end, he carefully folded the letter, making sure the corners lined up perfectly. Then he pressed it against his chest and tucked it inside his shirt, right against his skin, as close to his heart as he could get it.

That night, Holt didn’t return to the main bedroom. He slept in the study instead.

He had been doing that for days now, curling up alone on the narrow leather couch with an old blanket wrapped around him like an exiled drifter.

Victoria came by and knocked on the door.

Through the door, he told her he was busy, his tone as flat and dismissive as if he were turning away a random pack member.

She stood outside with her lips pressed into a thin line, anger burning quietly in her eyes.

Once again, Victoria spent the night waiting for him in vain.

She sat alone in the empty bedroom. The sheets were cold, and the other side of the bed was perfectly smooth–Holt hadn’t touched that side in a long time.

Ever since Laila saved him that day, Holt hadn’t stepped into Victoria’s room again.

It was as if his heart had been ripped out by the roots that day.

But why?

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She was Holt’s Luna.

She was his rightful Luna, recognized by the Moon Goddess. That position was hers. He was hers. So how could an ex–wife just walk back in, do absolutely nothing, and take him away from her so easily?

Laila was doing this on purpose.

She had to be.

She came back just so Holt would see her again.

She wanted every Alpha revolving around her, feeding her endless vanity.

Victoria grabbed Cottontail as it jumped onto her lap.

Jealousy was like a wild beast out of control, slowly devouring her sanity and tearing at her heart.

Why?

Why was happiness always out of reach?

Terrence was dead. He died under Kain’s command in that damned war. She used to think he was her fated Alpha, but the Moon Goddess had ripped him away from her.

And now Holt’s heart had changed. Because of Laila. That woman didn’t even have to try. Just being alive, just appearing in front of Holt, was enough to take everything away from her.

And Laila…

Victoria’s nails nearly dug into Cottontail’s body.

Laila was Kain’s daughter.

Everything was because of Laila.

Holt arrived at Rowan’s clinic right on time, only to realize with disappointment that Laila wasn’t there.

After checking him over briefly, Rowan wasted no time kicking him out.

“Get out. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

Laila was surprised when she heard that. “What kind of curse is this? You have no clue?”

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Rowan snorted. “I’m not the all–knowing Moon Goddess. It’s normal for me not to know everything.”

What she didn’t tell Laila was that she did know what the curse was. She just didn’t want to remove it for Holt yet. The curse wouldn’t kill him anyway. It would only make him suffer a little.

Three days later, Samuel led the Cottontail team out of the cemetery.

Over the past three days, Victor had turned the entire border town of Ovila upside down. With his methods, it wouldn’t take long before he traced them to the cemetery. So even though William’s injuries were far from healed, they had no choice but to move him.

They still had to cross two mountains, and there was no room for delays.

They needed to disappear into the deep wilderness before Victor caught on.

If Victor figured out they had been hiding at the cemetery, he’d latch onto their escape route like a bloodhound and track them down.

Woodrow carried William on his back, securing the two of them together with a wide leather

strap.

The rest of the team carried dried food and water skins, hunching forward as they climbed the slippery mountain rocks step by step.

Once they entered the mountains, the terrain became brutal. Snakes and bugs crawled out from the rotting leaves, and the thick weeds and thorny vines formed a solid wall, as if trying to shut them out completely.

Greer and Samuel took the lead, hacking away at the tangled vines with their blades to clear a path for the team.

When they reached halfway up the mountain, Samuel suddenly stopped.

He made a quiet gesture to the team to stay quiet, then turned and headed toward the opposite slope alone.

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