Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 126

“You need to rest,” he said, rising from the couch. “I’ll handle everything. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I nodded gratefully, too tired to argue. “Thank you, Lucas.”

As he moved toward the door, I called after him. “Be careful. Ethan won’t give up easily.”

Lucas’s lips curved into a confident smile. “Neither will I.”

(Lucas’s POV)

Downstairs, Ethan Stone was waiting by his Shadow Ghost, smoking one of his Midnight Cigarettes. The blue–tinged smoke curled around him, his wolf’s agitation evident in his rigid

posture.

I walked past him, deliberately keeping my distance to avoid another confrontation. My wolf was still on high alert, ready to defend if necessary.

“She’ll always be my mate,” Ethan’s voice cut through the night air, his wolf’s possessive claim

unmistakable.

I stopped but didn’t turn around. “She’s not your possession, Stone. She’s a person who deserves respect and kindness–things you’ve failed to give her.”

I turned to face him, my gray eyes cold in the moonlight. “You’ve already lost her.”

Ethan took another drag of his cigarette, his amber eyes reflecting the glowing tip. “You don’t

understand the bond between us.”

“I understand enough,” I replied. “I understand that you’ve hurt her repeatedly. I understand

that she called for my help, not yours.”

I got into my vehicle but didn’t immediately drive away. Through the window, I observed Ethan,

who continued to stare up at Olivia’s apartment.

His Alpha Phone vibrated repeatedly with Victoria Frost’s distinctive ringtone, but he ignored it,

his attention fixed on the window where Olivia’s silhouette was visible.

I contemplated his words, my wolf’s intuition questioning how the Silvercrest Alpha could

have lost his true mate so completely. Something didn’t add up in their story.

Both of us remained outside Olivia’s building until dawn broke over the horizon, our wolves

keeping silent vigil before finally departing in opposite directions.

I had a blood test to arrange.

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“This afternoon,” he promised. “I’ll call you myself.”

True to his word, Dr. Rivers contacted me just after lunch. His voice was carefully neutral as

he confirmed the test was complete.

I drove immediately to Maple Grove, the sealed envelope burning a hole in my pocket. Olivia

answered her door quickly, her emerald eyes alert despite the dark circles beneath them.

“You have it?” she asked without preamble.

I handed her the envelope. “See for yourself.”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she tore it open, her wolf’s anticipation palpable in the air

between us.

I watched her eyes scan the document, widening as they confirmed what she had suspected:

Emma Frost was not Ethan Stone’s biological daughter. Their blood types were completely

incompatible, making it genetically impossible for him to be her father.