Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 237

With a dominant growl, I typed: “Lucas Blackwood, Olivia is mine. She was before, and she can only be mine in the future. Stay away from her.”

I hit send without hesitation, watching the message deliver with satisfaction. My wolf rumbled with approval at marking our territory so clearly.

Several incoming messages flashed across the screen – Lucas’s angry responses. I didn’t bother reading them. Instead, I blocked his number, turned off Olivia’s phone, and tossed it

aside.

My attention returned to the woman sleeping in my arms. Her chestnut hair spilled across the pillow, her face peaceful in sleep – a stark contrast to the hatred that filled her eyes when

awake.

My fingers moved of their own accord, tracing the delicate outline of her face. I followed the

curve of her cheekbone, the slope of her nose, finally stopping at her slightly parted lips.

Something primal and instinctive took over. I lowered my head and pressed my lips against

hers in a light kiss.

It wasn’t a claiming kiss – though my wolf certainly wanted that. But the time wasn’t right.

She needed to come back to me willingly.

–

I carefully adjusted her position, pulling her closer against my chest. Her scent that unique

blend of moonflowers and something distinctly Olivia filled my senses.

–

My wolf felt content for the first time in months. She was alive, safe, and back in my territory where she belonged.

The steady rhythm of her breathing lulled me into a peaceful sleep, my arms wrapped

protectively around her.

I was awakened by the distinctive ringtone of my Alpha Phone. Victoria’s special tone.

Carefully extracting myself from the bed, I moved silently to avoid disturbing Olivia. She

stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

I stepped into the hallway before answering. “What is it?”

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Instead of Victoria’s voice, I heard Emma’s tearful one. “Alpha King? It’s Emma. Mommy is really sick. She has a high fever and keeps calling for you.”

My wolf immediately responded to the distress in the young pup’s voice. “I’ll be right there, Emma. Try to keep her comfortable.”

I dressed quickly, casting one last glance at Olivia’s sleeping form. My wolf was reluctant to leave our mate, but the pull of a distressed pup was strong.

I left a note on the nightstand explaining my absence, though I doubted Olivia would care. Then I slipped out into the night, heading for Rosewood Haven.

(Victoria’s POV)

I heard Ethan’s heavy footsteps approaching my bedroom door. Emma had played her part perfectly the concerned daughter calling for help.

The door opened, and Ethan’s imposing figure filled the doorway. His amber eyes immediately assessed the situation, taking in Emma’s worried face and my feverish state.

“Mommy’s really sick,” Emma whimpered, clutching my hand. “I tried to help, but she keeps getting hotter.”

Ethan approached the bed, his expression concerned as he placed his hand on my forehead. I leaned into his touch, making sure he felt the unnatural heat radiating from my skin.

“50.2 degrees,” he muttered, checking the thermometer Emma had placed beside the bed.

I had deliberately induced this fever with a combination of herbs, but the temperature was higher than I’d intended. The discomfort wasn’t entirely an act anymore.

I gripped Ethan’s hand with trembling fingers, forcing tears to well in my eyes. “Ethan,” I whispered, my voice deliberately weak. “Do you really not want Emmy?”

I saw his expression shift at the childhood nickname. His wolf recognized its significance –

the name only his childhood sweetheart would use.

His grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Don’t talk. Save your strength.”

I was gambling everything on Emma’s position in Ethan’s heart. I didn’t believe he would truly abandon her – not the child he’d raised as his own for years.

When I felt his grip loosening, I murmured through my tears, “Don’t give up on Emmy. Please don’t give up on her.”

Ethan picked up a cloth from the bedside table and gently wiped the tears from my face. “No,”

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he whispered.

That single word was all I needed to hear. He would never ignore us.

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Even in my feverish state, I felt triumph surge through me. I was his childhood sweetheart. How could he bear to make me sad?

As long as I maintained that connection, Ethan would never abandon me for anyone else especially not Olivia.

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I knew exactly what leverage I had. The real childhood sweetheart had better remain dead. If she wasn’t dead, she’d better stay away forever.

Otherwise, she would be courting death. I would never allow Ethan to discover I wasn’t his true childhood love, that I was an imposter.

Once I lost that identity, that special connection… I didn’t dare think about it! I would never allow that day to come.

Ethan stayed by my side all night, just as I knew he would. My plan was working perfectly.

(Olivia’s POV)

I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding from a nightmare I couldn’t quite remember. My wolf

immediately scanned for threats, alert and wary.

The unfamiliar bedroom came into focus. Ethan’s bedroom.

I sat up abruptly, checking myself for any signs that he had claimed me during the night.

Relief washed over me when I found none.

The space beside me was empty, the sheets cold. He’d been gone for some time.

A note on the nightstand caught my eye: “Emergency with Emma. We’ll discuss your mother’s

surgery when I return.”

I crumpled the note and tossed it aside. I had no intention of being here when he returned.

Quickly gathering my things, I dressed and slipped out of Moonlight Manor. The morning air

was crisp against my skin as I walked briskly toward the community entrance.

At the gate, I turned on my Evidence Phone. It immediately began buzzing with notifications –