Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 159

(Victoria’s POV)

“Ethan…” I cried out, rushing toward him with my eyes wide and filled with worry.

The silver edge of the knife had cut across his forearm, drawing blood that now stained his expensive shirt. My heart raced–not with concern for his injury, but with the opportunity it

presented.

In my haste to reach him, I deliberately stumbled, making sure to appear weak and frightened. Ethan’s protective instincts kicked in immediately, just as I knew they would. He reached out

with his uninjured arm to steady me.

I fell against his chest, savoring the contact and the way his body tensed protectively around mine. From the corner of my eye, I could see Olivia watching us, her emerald eyes burning

with hatred.

“Your arm,” I whimpered, touching the wound gently. “The silver… it could get infected. Dr. Bennett needs to treat it right away.”

I turned toward the elderly healer, who was watching the scene with barely concealed skepticism. “Please, help him. The cut looks deep.”

Dr. Bennett approached cautiously, his experienced eyes assessing the situation. “It’s not as serious as it appears, but silver wounds do require prompt attention.”

I clung to Ethan’s shirt, making sure to position myself between him and Olivia. Despite her murderous glare, I wasn’t truly afraid–not with Ethan here. He would never let her harm me, especially not after witnessing her violent outburst.

“I was so frightened,” I whispered, loud enough for Olivia to hear. “The way she came at me with that knife… if you hadn’t been here…”

I let my voice trail off, allowing Ethan’s imagination to fill in the rest. His jaw tightened, and I knew my words had hit their mark.

(Olivia’s POV)

The sight of Victoria pressed against Ethan’s chest made my blood boil. Her performance was flawless–the trembling voice, the wide, frightened eyes–but I could see the triumph lurking

beneath her facade.

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Without thinking, I lunged forward and grabbed the silver–edged hunting knife from where it had fallen. Victoria’s eyes widened in genuine fear as I advanced toward her, the knife clutched tightly in my bleeding hand.

“You killed my daughter,” I snarled, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. “You desecrated her grave, and now you’re going to pay.”

A surge of protective maternal rage consumed me. This wasn’t just about Victoria’s manipulation of Ethan or her constant scheming. This was about Lily–my sweet, innocent daughter who had died because Victoria redirected her kidney donor to Emma.

Ethan reacted with lightning speed, pushing Victoria out of the way. She crashed into the coffee table with a satisfying thud, sending decorative items scattering across the floor.

I turned on her fallen form, knife raised. For once, the fear in her eyes was real.

“Olivia, stop!” Ethan pleaded, stepping between us. “This isn’t you. You need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” I laughed bitterly. “She killed our daughter, Ethan! She made sure Lily didn’t get

“She’s completely lost her mind,” she whimpered. “Just like when she attacked me at the

1. me. Before I could react, I felt a sharp prick in my arm.