Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: A Cruel Revelation

Chapter 22: A Cruel Revelation

(Olivia’s POV)

Her eyes widened in shock. She clearly hadn’t expected me to retaliate

“Victoria, instead of wasting time causing trouble for me, you should focus on controlling Ethan and prevent him from harassing me!” I warned coldly, my emerald eyes flashing despite

my status.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away, my bandaged hand held carefully st

my side as I left the stunned woman behind.

The satisfaction of finally standing up to her gave me strength as I made my way down the

corridor. My injured hand throbbed beneath its bandages, but the pain was worth it.

As I approached the supply room, voices drifted through the partially open door I slowed my pace, recognizing Megan Porter’s distinctive tone.

“Did you see that confrontation between Olivia Winters and Victoria Frost?” Megan asked

someone.

I froze mid–step, instinctively moving closer to the door.

“No, what happened?” Another voice responded – Rachel Bennett, if I wasn’t mistaken,

“Victoria was blocking Olivia’s path,” Megan continued, “That woman is such a cold–blooded

love rival.”

I pressed myself against the wall, careful to remain out of sight while straining to hear their

conversation.

“Love rival?” Rachel’s voice held genuine confusion. “I don’t understand why Victoria treats

Olivia that way.”

There was a rustling sound as Megan moved around the supply room. “It’s about the Alpha King, obviously,” she replied. “Victoria wants him all to herself.”

“But what about Lily?” Rachel asked quietly. “That sweet little girl…”

My heart clenched painfully at the mention of my daughter’s name.

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“That’s the worst part, Megan’s voice dropped lower. “Victoria knew exactly what she was

doing.”

Rachel sighed heavily. “The day that little girl died, her mother was crying her heart out…that Frost lady, she was standing around the corner, smiling so happily.”

The blood in my veins turned to ice. Victoria had known about Lily’s death? All this time?

“I still remember that smile, Megan added. “It gives me chills just thinking about it. Truly a venomous heart… She has a daughter too, and her daughter is also sick. Isn’t she afraid of

karma?”

My entire body began to tremble with rage. Victoria had known Lily was dead when she called to invite her to Emma’s celebration. It hadn’t been a mistake – it was deliberate cruelty.

I clenched my fists unconsciously, sending a sharp stab of pain through my injured hand.

“Careful, Liv, a familiar voice murmured near my ear.

Strong fingers gently uncurled my fist before I could reopen my wounds. James Knight stood

beside me, his hazel eyes filled with concern.

“You’ll tear your stitches,” he warned, his voice low enough not to alert the gossiping medical

assistants.

I hadn’t heard him approach – a testament to how distracted I’d been by the revelation about

Victoria.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, allowing him to guide me away from the supply room.

James’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I’m here to take you to Sacred Moonlight Cemetery,”

he reminded me gently. “To purchase the burial plot for Lily’s ashes.”

The million–dollar check from Lucas Blackwood felt heavy in my pocket. At least something

had gone right.

“Your hand needs to be checked before we leave,” James insisted, his tone brooking no

argument.

I didn’t have the energy to protest as he led me back to Dr. Fletcher’s office.

The doctor examined my hand with clinical precision. “The wound is healing well,” he confirmed. “Just be careful not to put too much strain on it.”

James watched the examination with hawk–like intensity. Once Dr. Fletcher finished, he turned his attention to me.

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“What had you so upset earlier?” he asked, his hazel eyes searching my face. I could feel your distress from the parking lot.”

I hesitated, unwilling to burden him with Victoria’s cruelty. James already had enough reasons

to hate Ethan and his circle.

*Just Victoria being Victoria,” I said dismissively, “Nothing I can’t handle,”

James didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press the issue. “Let’s get going then, he said

instead. “The cemetery administrator is expecting us at noon,”

As we walked toward the exit, our conversation shifted to logistics,

“The burial ceremony is set for Sunday,” I confirmed, my voice catching slightly. “Will you be

there?”

James squeezed my uninjured hand. “I wouldn’t miss it, Liv, I’ll be right beside you,”

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