Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 139

My eyes darted to Olivia’s sleeping form on the bed. The sedative Dr. Bennett had

administered ensured she wouldn’t wake until morning, giving me time to repair what I had so

carelessly destroyed.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, drawing me to her side. Her forehead felt hot against my

palm. Fever.

“Maxwell,” I called softly to my beta waiting in the hallway. “Bring me the moonberry fever reducer from my cabinet.”

While waiting, I dampened a cloth with cool water and gently pressed it to Olivia’s forehead.

Her chestnut hair splayed across the pillow, reminding me of how beautiful she’d always been.

Maxwell returned with the medicine and a small jar. “Dr. Bennett’s rare healing salve as well,

Alpha.”

I nodded my thanks and dismissed him. The salve had a distinctive herbal scent, specially

crafted for the Stone family. I carefully applied it to the cuts on Olivia’s hands–injuries I hadn’t.

even noticed until now.

“Ethan Stone…” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

My heart leaped. “Liv, I’m here…” I whispered, using the nickname I hadn’t spoken in years.

Her response cut through me like a silver blade. “Go away!”

Even in her fevered sleep, she rejected me. I deserved nothing less.

I administered the fever reducer and continued to cool her forehead until her temperature

normalized. Only then did I return to my task, determined to finish before she woke.

The night deepened as I worked, my powerful hands surprisingly gentle as they held the

delicate pieces. Each fragment told a story of my daughter’s love–a love I’d never

acknowledged.

As dawn approached, I placed the final piece. The mug would never be perfect again; hairline cracks ran through it like scars. But it was whole, the childish inscription once again readable:

“IDAD!”

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Bennett administered a sedative to help you rest.”

I pushed myself up, noticing I was wearing clothes that weren’t mine–a soft nightgown that

smelled faintly of moonflowers. The thought of Ethan changing my clothes made my skin

crawl.

“Don’t worry,” he said, reading my expression. “The female staff attended to you.”

He reached out to touch my forehead, but I recoiled. “Don’t touch me.”

Hurt flashed across his face before his expression became carefully neutral. “Your fever broke

during the night. That’s good.”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, testing my strength. “Where are my clothes?”

“They’ve been cleaned and pressed,” Ethan replied, gesturing to a neatly folded stack on a

nearby chair. “I had some fresh items brought for you as well.”

I ignored the new clothes, deliberately choosing my own. “Turn around,” I commanded.

Surprisingly, he complied without argument, giving me privacy to change. The simple act of putting on my own clothes restored some sense