Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263

(Ethan’s POV)

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“It is not scary to change your heart,” Dr. Fletcher said quietly. “What is scary is that you are not brave enough to face it after changing your heart, and ultimately hurt two women.”

I turned sharply from the window, my amber eyes narrowing at the healer’s unexpected comment.

“What did you just say?” My voice came out low and dangerous.

Dr. Fletcher shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. The confidence he’d shown moments ago wavered visibly.

“I apologize, Alpha Stone. I spoke out of turn.”

I didn’t respond. Dr. Fletcher quickly left the room, relief evident in his hurried steps.

Alone in my private study, I paced the length of the room, the healer’s words echoing in my mind. Changed heart? The very

suggestion was absurd.

My relationship with Olivia was complicated, yes, but it was based on possession, not affection. She was mine–my mate, the mother of my child. Nothing more.

And yet, the sight of her with Lucas Blackwood had triggered something primal within me. Something beyond mere territorial

instinct.

Had my heart truly changed? Was that even possible?

No. I dismissed the thought immediately. I was Alpha King Ethan Stone. I didn’t waver in my convictions or my desires.

“Little Orange” Victoria was the one I wanted. She always had been.

(Olivia’s POV)

The gentle hum of Lucas Blackwood’s luxury SUV filled the silence between us as we drove through the darkened streets of

Shadow Creek. Occasionally, his gray eyes would flick toward me, concern evident in their depths.

“You should try to rest,” he said softly. “You look exhausted.”

I managed a weak smile. “I’ll rest when I know my mother is safe.”

Lucas nodded, understanding without needing further explanation. That was one thing I appreciated about him–he never

pushed when I needed space.

When we arrived at my Maple Grove Cottage, Lucas insisted on walking me to the door. The night air was cool against my skin, carrying the scent of pine and earth.

“There’s something I need to show you,” he said as I unlocked the door. “It’s about Connor Blackthorn.”

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My hand paused on the doorknob. “What about him?”

“It’s better if you see for yourself.”

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Inside, Lucas pulled out his phone and showed me security footage from his Private Estate. The video showed Connor Blackthorn

composing a message to Victoria Frost.

“I have evidence of your involvement in illegal kidney acquisition and the murder of Roland Warner,” Connor typed, his fingers

moving frantically across the screen.

My breath caught in my throat. “Murder?”

Lucas nodded grimly. “Watch.”

On screen, Connor hesitated, then deleted the mention of murder from the final message. The video continued, showing

Victoria’s response agreeing to meet him and bring Emma.

“This is why he was so desperate to leave my estate,” Lucas explained. “He’s planning something with Victoria.”

Lucas sat beside me, his expression grave. “What do you want to do with this information?”

I thought for a moment, weighing our options. “Let Connor go.”

“Are you sure?” Lucas’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Yes.” I nodded firmly. “If he has evidence against Victoria, we need to see what he does with it.”

Lucas leaned forward to adjust the video playback, his shoulder brushing against mine. The unexpected contact sent a jolt

through me, and I found myself acutely aware of his proximity.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us moved. A blush crept up my cheeks as I pulled away slightly, breaking the moment.

“I’ll have my security team release him discreetly,” Lucas said, his voice slightly rougher than before.

I nodded, trying to ignore the lingering warmth where our shoulders had touched.

(Connor’s POV)

The Executive Suite of the Crescent Moon Hotel was perfect–spacious, luxurious, and most importantly, private. I paced the

plush carpet, checking my watch every few minutes.

When the knock finally came, my heart leaped into my throat.

Victoria Frost stood in the doorway, as beautiful and poised as ever in her designer dress. Beside her, holding her hand, was

Emma–my daughter.

My daughter. The words still felt strange, miraculous.

“Connor,” Victoria greeted me with a practiced smile. “Emma, say hello.”