Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 223

“Mrs. Stone,” I tried again. “Are you hurt?”

She finally looked at me, her eyes focusing slightly. “He let Lily die,” she whispered. “He chose

Emma over our daughter.”

Before I could respond, the medical team burst through the door. Dr. Harold Bennett led the

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team, his experienced eyes quickly assessing the situation.

“Get him stabilized for transport,” Dr. Bennett ordered his team. “The silver is preventing

healing. We need to flush the wound immediately.”

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As they worked on Alpha Ethan, I noticed his eyes flutter open. Despite his weakened state,

his voice carried the unmistakable command of an Alpha.

“Maxwell,” he rasped. “Don’t call the Enforcers.”

Dr. Bennett looked up sharply. “Alpha, this is an attempted murder-”

“No,” Ethan interrupted, his voice weak but firm. “Olivia is innocent. This stays within the pack.

Absolute secrecy.”

The medical team exchanged glances but knew better than to question a direct order from

their Alpha.

“Maxwell,” Ethan continued, his voice fading as the sedatives took effect. “Call Lucas

Blackwood. Tell him to take care of Olivia.”

His eyes closed as he slipped into unconsciousness, leaving me with the impossible task of explaining this situation to one of the most powerful Alphas in the Northern Territory.

I looked at Mrs. Stone, still sitting in shock with blood drying on her hands, and wondered what could have possibly happened to bring them to this point.

(Victoria’s POV)

The moment Olivia pushed me, I knew I was in trouble. My designer heels were completely unsuited for the uneven cemetery ground, and I felt myself losing balance.

“You b***h!” I screamed, arms flailing as I tried to regain my footing.

In my panic, my foot connected with the stupid urn I’d been taunting her with. The cracked container rolled toward the edge of the rocky outcrop, and to my horror, I followed it.

The ground disappeared beneath me, and for one terrifying moment, I was falling through open air. My stomach lurched as gravity pulled me down.

By some miracle, my hand caught a protruding tree branch growing from the side of the outcrop. The sudden stop nearly dislocated my shoulder, but I clung to it desperately.

“Help!” I screamed, looking up at the edge where Olivia stood. “Olivia, help me!”

But she wasn’t even looking at me. Her attention was fixed on the scattered ashes being carried away by the night breeze, her face a mask of devastation.

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My grip on the branch was precarious at best. My manicured nails dug into the rough bark,

breaking one by one as I struggled to hold on.

“Please!” I called again, but Olivia had already turned away, clutching the empty urn to her

chest.

The branch creaked ominously under my weight. I tried to swing my legs up to find purchase

1. me.

I turned my head to see an elderly wolf in the bed next to mine, snoring loudly with his mouth