Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 199

The steady beep of medical equipment filled the private room at Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Olivia Winters lay motionless on the hospital bed, her chestnut hair spread across the white pillow, her skin nearly as pale as the sheets that covered her.

Dr. Marcus Fletcher’s words echoed in my mind: “Although we’ve revived her body, her will to

live is gone.”

I pulled my chair closer to her bedside, taking her cold hand in mine. Three days had passed since I’d pulled her from Silvermoon River, and still she hadn’t awakened.

“Olivia,” I said softly, my thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. “I know you can hear

me somewhere in there.”

No response. Not even a flicker of her eyelids.

“You’re stronger than this, I continued, my voice low but firm. “I’ve seen your strength at the Crystal Competition, how you held your head high despite everything.”

The monitors continued their steady rhythm, mocking my efforts.

I leaned closer, my gray suit jacket brushing against the edge of her bed. “Olivia, your daughter Lily needs you to be strong,” I murmured, my eyes never leaving her face. “She wouldn’t want

you to give up.”

At the mention of Lily’s name, something changed. A single tear escaped from beneath Olivia’s closed eyelids, trailing down her pale cheek.

But then the monitors shrieked in alarm as her heartbeat plummeted dangerously.

“Doctor!” I shouted, jumping to my feet and rushing to the door. “We need help in here now!”

Dr. Fletcher and two nurses rushed in, pushing past me to reach Olivia.

“Her heart rate’s dropping,” one nurse reported urgently. “Blood pressure falling.”

Dr. Fletcher worked with practiced efficiency, administering medications through her IV line while barking orders to his team.

I backed against the wall, watching helplessly as they fought to stabilize her. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, agitated by the crisis unfolding before us.

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“She’s stabilizing,” Dr. Fletcher announced after several tense minutes. He turned to me, his

expression grave. “Alpha Blackwood, I must advise against mentioning her daughter. It seems

to trigger a severe emotional response that her body can’t handle right now.”

I nodded, my jaw tight. “Understood.”

The medical team filed out, leaving me alone with Olivia once more. I returned to my seat

beside her bed, carefully wiping away the tear that had fallen.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, taking her hand again. “I didn’t mean to cause you more pain.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Thomas Griffin, my driver and trusted assistant, was calling.

“Yes?” I answered quietly, not wanting to disturb Olivia.

“Sir, I’ve confirmed your suspicion,” Thomas reported solemnly. “Olivia Winters‘ daughter, Lily, passed away a few months ago due to kidney failure while waiting for a transplant.”

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Within hours, Thomas had delivered a small collection of items to the hospital room. Among

them was a tablet containing videos from Crescent Moon Training Den, where Lily had briefly

attended before her illness worsened.

I scrolled through the files until I found one labeled “Thanksgiving Gratitude Project.” The description indicated that young pups had recorded messages of thanks to family members

who had influenced their lives.

Hoping the sound might reach through Olivia’s unconsciousness, I placed the tablet near her

bed and pressed play.

The screen showed a tiny girl with emerald eyes identical to Olivia’s. Her small face was

serious as she spoke directly to the camera.

“I’m thankful for my mommy,” Lily’s sweet voice declared. “She’s the best mommy in all the world. She makes me special moonberry pancakes when I’m sad, and she holds me really tight when my kidney hurts.”

My throat tightened as the child continued, her voice growing softer, more earnest.

“If I could be born again, I would still choose Mommy as my mommy. So Mommy, please don’t be sad anymore. Lily loves you the most!”