Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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(Ethan's POV)

"Stabilize Emma's condition until I return." My voice carried the unmistakable command of an Alpha as I fixed the healer with my amber gaze.

Dr. Simon Harper's shoulders tensed under my stare, his wolf instinctively

lowering its head in submission. "Yes, Alpha King!"

There was no room to question when I would return. Victoria sat in her wheelchair, sobbing uncontrollably, her face streaked

with tears as she looked to me as her final lifeline.

"Wait for me. I will not let Emma be in danger," I promised, my tone carrying a

dark determination that made my wolf's energy

pulse through the room.

With these words, I strode out of the Bloodrush Chamber, my Black Alpha

Overcoat swirling behind me as I pulled out my Alpha

Phone and called Dr. Harrison Fletcher.

(Olivia's POV)

I returned to James Knight's hospital ward in the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, my emotions still raw from the earlier

confrontation. My wolf was agitated beneath my skin, sensing my distress.

James immediately caught my scent, his amber-flecked eyes finding mine as I entered. "Are you alright, Liv?" he asked, his wolf

rising protectively despite his injured state.

I shook my head gently, masking my guilt and pain as I glanced at his damaged hand-the hand that would never again grip his

beloved Midnight Rider Motorcycle with the same strength.

The weight of responsibility pressed on me-I knew confronting Ethan would be useless; I was powerless against the Alpha King.

The guilt for James's suffering gnawed at my heart.

"Jay, I'm sorry," I murmured softly.

James rebuked me, his wolf growling softly, "Sorry for what? Olivia Winters, don't take everything onto yourself!"

He shifted in his bed, wincing slightly as he moved his injured hand. "The ones who should be apologizing are Trevor Miles who

hit me and whoever orchestrated it, not you."

James playfully flicked my forehead with his good hand, his affection and protectiveness for me clear. "Stop blaming yourself for

things you didn't do."

Though a rogue wolf without a formal pack, James had always considered me his closest family, and by extension, had cared for Lily deeply-what he did for Lily

was out of love and loyalty to the wolves he considered his true pack.

I could only answer with a muffled "Mm," my internal struggle evident in my eyes.

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James's gaze was filled with pain and tenderness for me, but our conversation was interrupted when my Evidence Phone rang-it

was Dr. Harrison Fletcher. Both our wolves tensed immediately, our enhanced hearing picking up the urgency in the ringtone.

I answered with trepidation, "Dr. Fletcher?"

His voice was grave, “Luna Winters, do you have time to come to the medical den

now? I need to discuss your mother's condition with you."noveldrama

My heart dropped at his tone, my wolf whining anxiously within me. "What happened to my mom?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Come to the medical den and we'll discuss in detail," Dr. Fletcher replied, ending the call abruptly.

James encouraged me to hurry, his wolf eyes flashing with concern. "Go, Liv. My pack members will arrange for a healer to care

for me shortly, so don't worry about me."

His protective instincts were evident despite his injuries. "Call me if anything happens, don't panic, and be careful on your way."

I agreed, repeating the same advice back to him, then rushed out and caught a cab to Dr. Fletcher's private wing at the Crescent

Moon Medical Center, anxiety and fear simmering beneath my composed exterior. (James's POV)

Shortly after Olivia left, Ethan Stone arrived at my ward, clutching what looked like torn papers in his hand. He swept into the

room, his Alpha presence so imposing that the nursing aide attending me quickly fled without protest, her wolf cowering in

submission.

With the door closed, Ethan wasted no time: "James Knight, Emma's condition is critical. She's in the Bloodrush Chamber,

waiting for your kidney to save her life."

I remained unmoved, responding coldly as my wolf rose defiantly beneath my

skin, "Why should I care? Whether she lives or dies

has nothing to do with

me."

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