Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 203

“It’s a promise,” he said solemnly.

A rare smile touched my lips. He was trying to connect with Lily’s memory, and the gesture

meant more than he could know.

(Lucas’s POV)

I drove Olivia back to her cottage in Maple Grove, parking close to her door. Though reluctant

to leave her alone, I respected her need for space.

“I won’t do anything foolish again,” she assured me, correctly reading my concern. “You’re

right. If I haven’t avenged Lily, how can I face her?”

Relief loosened the tension in my shoulders. “My phone is on for you day and night. You can call me anytime, anytime!” I emphasized, needing her to understand my commitment.

“Okay,” she replied softly, her emerald eyes reflecting gratitude that made my chest tighten.

“Good night,” I said, reluctant to part from her.

“Good night,” Olivia responded, her voice stronger than it had been in days.

I waited until she locked the door before turning to leave, my resolve hardening. I wouldn’t let

this fragile woman slip away again.

(Ethan’s POV)

The Maybach purred quietly as I parked beneath Olivia’s cottage in Maple Grove. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension.

I wanted to go to her, to apologize, to explain that I hadn’t known the donor kidney had been meant for Lily. But what difference would it make?

The result remained unchanged: I had secured preferential treatment for Emma, leading

directly to my own daughter’s death.

The weight of this knowledge crushed me more thoroughly than any physical blow. My wolf howled in anguish within me, the pain almost unbearable.

stayed in my car for hours, watching the light in Olivia’s window, unable to summon the courage to face her. What could I possibly say to the woman whose child I had unwittingly

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Eventually, I drove back to my residence, my heart heavier than it had ever been.

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In my private quarters, I reached for the strongest alcohol I possessed, pouring glass after glass despite knowing the danger to my werewolf physiology.

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The burning liquid did nothing to ease the pain in my chest – a blade twisting in my heart with every breath. As the night deepened, my body finally rebelled.

Blood rose in my throat as I stumbled onto the balcony. The last thing I remembered was collapsing onto the cold stone floor, darkness claiming me as blood pooled beneath my face.

(Maxwell’s POV)

“Alpha Stone?” I called, knocking on the bedroom door. No response.

After three unanswered calls to his phone, concern had driven me to check on him personally.

The door was unlocked, the bedroom empty.

I spotted him through the open balcony doors. “Alpha!”

Ethan lay unconscious on the Stone Residence Balcony, blood pooled around his head. The

stench of alcohol and blood filled the air.

My fingers trembled slightly as I checked his pulse – weak but present. I immediately called Dr. Harold Bennett, the Stone family’s personal healer for over twenty years.

“It’s the Alpha,” I said tersely. “Unconscious, blood loss, alcohol poisoning. Prepare the

medical den immediately.”

Within the hour, Ethan lay pale and weak in a private room at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Dr. Bennett worked efficiently, his experienced hands preparing healing salves and

medicinal infusions.