Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 186

“Ethan,” I whimpered, “it hurts…”

He turned to Olivia and his grandmother, his amber eyes blazing with fury. “This has gone too

far!”

Without waiting for their response, he carried me swiftly toward the Silvercrest Pack Medical

Den, my blood staining his expensive shirt.

Despite the pain, I felt a surge of triumph. Once again, Olivia had lost control, proving herself

unstable and dangerous. And once again, Ethan had chosen me.

At the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, Dr. Harold Bennett examined my facial wound with a

grave expression. His fingers probed gently around the deep gash that ran from my temple to

my jaw.

“The cut is deep,” he said, reaching for a specialized healing salve. “And there are fragments of

moonstone embedded in the wound.”

I winced dramatically as he applied the salve. “Will it… will it leave a scar?”

Dr. Bennett hesitated, his eyes flickering to Ethan who stood anxiously at my bedside. “I’m

afraid it might, Ms. Frost. Moonstone injuries can be difficult to heal completely.”

Tears welled in my eyes–real ones this time. My beauty had always been my greatest

weapon. Without it, my power over Ethan might wane.

“Ethan,” I whispered, reaching for his hand. “Will you still love me when I’m no longer

beautiful?”

His fingers tightened around mine, but I noticed his hesitation. “We’ll find the best healers in

the Northern Territories, Victoria. Don’t worry about that now.”

He hadn’t answered my question. The realization sent a chill through me.

I quickly changed tactics, turning my face into the pillow as if overcome with emotion. “At least Emma still has me,” I murmured. “I only wish I could have done more for Lily. If I could

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She would have to be dealt with–permanently.

(Matriarch Evelyn’s POV)

The Silvercrest Pack Medical Den bustled with activity as Dr. Marcus Fletcher completed my

examination. Despite the morning’s confrontation, my vital signs remained strong.

“Your body is strong, Matriarch,” Dr. Fletcher said, removing his stethoscope. “But even the

strongest need rest.”

He adjusted my IV drip with practiced hands. “I’m concerned about your heart. Emotional stress could trigger your condition.”

I waved away his concerns with a wrinkled hand. “My heart has endured worse than this

morning’s events, Doctor.”

Olivia sat beside my bed, her emerald eyes clouded with guilt. She hadn’t spoken since we’d arrived, her shoulders hunched with the weight of her actions.