Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 26

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Chapter 26: Wounds and Memories

Chapter 26 Wounds and Memories

(Olivia’s POV)

Pain shot through my face as I shifted in bed. I accidentally brushed against my bruised cheek.

“Ow-“I recoiled. The sharp sting cleared the fog of fever from my mind.

The bedside lamp clicked on, bathing the room in soft golden light. I squinted against the brightness. My vision slowly focused on Ethan’s face hovering above me.

His amber eyes narrowed as they traced the stark bruises marring my skin, His jaw tightened with tension. A muscle twitched beneath the surface of his skin.

Without a word, he turned and left the room. His footsteps echoed down the hallway, heavy and purposeful.

Through my fever haze, I heard him on the phone. His voice was a dangerous, controlled whisper that sent chills through me despite my feverish state.

“Maxwell, I need you to find out who laid a hand on Olivia Winters in Shadowfall Detention Center.”

A pause followed as he listened to his special assistant’s response. My heart raced despite my exhaustion, wondering what he planned to do.

“Take care of them inside, a hundredfold,” he commanded coldly. The deadly promise in his voice made me shudder. This was the merciless Alpha King that other packs feared.

The floorboards creaked as he returned to the room. He held a small bottle of Moonberry Fever Reducer in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He set both on the nightstand before carefully sitting on the edge

of the bed.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, uncapping the fever reducer. “Take the medicine.”

Those simple words triggered something dark inside me. Suddenly, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore.

I was eight years old again, huddled in that dank orphanage basement corner. The head caretaker loomed over me with that sickening smile.

“Take your medicine, little wolf,” he’d cooed, eyes glinting with malice. “It will make you feel better.”

I’d been naive enough to believe him then. I opened my mouth obediently. The bitter liquid burned going down, leaving me disoriented and weak.

Too weak to fight back when the whip came down across my back. Too weak to escape the predatory gaze

that followed.

I

“No,” I whispered now, clenching my jaw shut. My entire body trembled as I pressed against the headboard,

I putting distance between Ethan and myself.

Understanding flickered in his eyes. Without warning, he placed the medicine in his own mouth.

Before I could process what was happening, his lips descended on mine. I whimpered in protest, struggling

weakly against his chest, pushing at him with what little strength I had.

He deepened the kiss, ignoring my resistance. One hand cradled the back of my head to hold me still while

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the other pressed firmly against my lower back.

“Swallow,” he murmured against my lips. His thumb stroked my throat to encourage the reflexive action, leaving me no choice.

The medicine slid down my throat with his breath. When he finally pulled away, something unexpected flickered in his eyes – desire that hadn’t been there in years.

His gaze lingered on my flushed skin, traveling down to where my sweat–soaked nightgown clung to my body. The intensity of his stare made me feel exposed and vulnerable.

“You need dry clothes,” he said, his voice husky with an emotion I couldn’t name. “You’ll get sicker otherwise

I was too weak to protest as he helped me into a fresh nightgown. His fingers brushed against my skin with surprising gentleness, leaving trails of heat that had nothing to do with my fever.

Each touch sent conflicting signals through my fevered body. Comfort and danger intertwined in a confusing

dance that left me breathless.

Hours passed in a blur of half–consciousness. The medicine gradually took effect, cooling the fire raging

through my veins,

I drifted in and out of awareness, barely registering the world around me. I vaguely noticed Ethan’s presence

beside the bed, his watchful gaze never leaving my face.

The cool sensation of something being applied to my face roused me from fitful sleep. I blinked slowly, trying

to focus my thoughts.

The distinctive scent of Dr. Harold Bennett’s Rare Healing Salve filled my nostrils. This wasn’t just any

“You’re being ungrateful,” he said, his tone clipped and cold.