Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 29

Summary for The Alpha King is unavailable 29: Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Summary of The Alpha King is unavailable 29 from Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

The Alpha King is unavailable 29 marks a crucial moment in GoodNovel’s Werewolf novel, Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Chapter 29: Blood Trails

Chapter 29: Blood Trails

(Olivia’s POV)

Victoria’s triumphant smirk burned into me as she glided past on Ethan’s arm. Their perfect silhouettes disappeared through the grand entrance of the Howling Moon Grand Hotel, leaving me standing alone in the downpour.

Rain cascaded down my face, mingling with tears I refused to acknowledge. My Vintage Moonlight Gown, once a source of pride, now clung to my skin like a cold, heavy shroud.

I remained rooted to the spot, water pooling around my feet. The security guards exchanged uncomfortable glances but maintained their positions

“Ma’am, you should find shelter,” one of them suggested, his voice barely audible over the drumming rain.

I shook my head. Tm waiting for Alpha Blackwood.”

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. My teeth began to chatter as the cold seeped through my soaked gown into my bones. Still, I stood my ground.

“Mrs. Winters.”

I turned to find Maxwell Chen approaching, his expression professionally neutral as he extended an umbrella over my head. The sudden reprieve from the rain felt like a small mercy.

“Alpha Stone has instructed me to offer you transportation back to Maple Grove,” he said formally.

I lifted my chin, summoning what dignity I could muster while dripping wet. “That won’t be necessary. I’m waiting for someone.”

Maxwell’s eyebrow twitched slightly. The Alpha insists.”

“And I refuse,” I replied, my voice surprisingly steady. “Please thank your Alpha for his belated concern.”

Maxwell hesitated, clearly torn between his orders and my stubborn refusal. With a sigh, he pulled out his

phone and stepped away.

I could hear his murmured conversation despite the rain. “Sir, she’s refusing to leave… Yes, I explained… She

says she’s waiting for someone… Understood.”

He returned, his expression unchanged. “Alpha Stone says you’re free to catch pneumonia if that’s your preference.”

With that, he retracted the umbrella and walked away, leaving me once again exposed to the elements. The

cold intensified, seeping deeper into my body until my limbs felt numb and heavy.

Still, I waited.

The grand hotel doors opened and closed as guests arrived and departed. Each time, I straightened, hoping to see Lucas Blackwood’s imposing figure.

My patience was finally rewarded when a tall man in an impeccable gray suit emerged from the hotel. Even from a distance, Lucas Blackwood’s commanding presence was unmistakable.

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I rushed forward, calling his name. My numbed legs betrayed me, and I stumbled on the slick pavement.

Strong hands caught me before I could fall. The sudden contact sent a jolt through my system – his warmth radiating against my chilled skin.

“Mrs. W

Winters,” Lucas said, his voice deep and concerned. “You’re freezing.”

I pulled away quickly, embarrassed by our proximity. “I apologize for the intrusion, Alpha Blackwood. I needed

to speak with you urgently.”

His penetrating gaze took in my soaked appearance and trembling form. Without a word, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

“My car is waiting.” he said, guiding me with gentle but firm pressure toward a sleek black vehicle idling at

the curb.

The interior of the car enveloped me in blessed warmth. Lucas slid in beside me and instructed his driver to

turn up the heat.

“Here,” he said, offering me a thermos from a compartment in the door. “It’s tea.”

I accepted gratefully, my hands shaking so badly I could barely unscrew the cap. The hot liquid burned my

throat in the most wonderful way, gradually restoring feeling to my extremities.

“Thank you,” I whispered, clutching the thermos like a lifeline.

I

Lucas waited patiently as I gathered my thoughts. The kindness in his eyes gave me courage.

“I need to borrow eighty thousand dollars, I blurted out, then winced at my directness. “I wouldn’t ask if it

wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

To my surprise, he didn’t seem shocked by my request. “May I ask what it’s for?”

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “Information about my daughter’s death. Information that could prove

someone deliberately prevented her from receiving a kidney transplant.”

Lucas’s expression darkened. “Victoria Frost.”

It wasn’t a question. I nodded slowly, wondering how he had made the connection so quickly.

Without another word, Lucas pulled out his phone and tapped the screen several times. “What’s your account

number?”

I stared at him, momentarily speechless. “You’re… you’re going to lend me the money? Just like that?”

A small smile touched his lips. “Consider it an investment in justice.”

Relief washed over me as I recited my account details. Within moments, my phone pinged with a transfer

notification.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

Lucas waved away my gratitude. “Now, tell me about this information.”

I ended the call and looked at Lucas. “I need to go.”

Lucas and I exchanged concerned glances. When the ringing stopped, a sense of foreboding settled over me.

The alley was poorly lit, shadows stretching across the wet pavement. We moved cautiously forward,

Lucas was already on his phone, calling for an ambulance. Behind him, a man appeared – Lucas’s assistant.

I fumbled with my phone, frantically accessing my banking app. Tm transferring the money now, Roland. Please, tell me who was responsible for redirecting Lily’s kidney donor.”

“Stay with me, Roland, I begged, showing him my phone screen. “Look, the transfer is complete. Tell me exactly what happened. I need proof.”

His lips moved, forming words I couldn’t hear. I leaned closer, straining to catch his whispered confession.

With a final, bloody cough, Roland’s eyes rolled back. His body went limp in Lucas’s arms

“No!” I cried, shaking his shoulder. “Roland, please!”

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as the ambulance approached. Within minutes, paramedics

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swarmed the alley, pushing us aside to work on Roland.

“Is he going to make it?” I asked one of them as they loaded him into the ambulance

“We’re doing everything we can,” was all she would say.

I turned to Lucas, panic rising in my chest. “I need to go with them. He’s the only one who knows the truth”

Lucas nodded, already guiding me toward his car. “We’ll follow them to the hospital

The next hours passed in an agonizing blur, I paced the hospital waiting room, ignoring the stares my

blood stained, still damp gown attracted

Lucas dealt with the police, his authoritative presence ensuring minimal questioning. When they finally left, he approached me with a shopping bag.

“My assistant brought these,” he said, offering the bag. “Dry clothes.”

I accepted gratefully, disappearing into a bathroom to change. The simple jeans and sweater felt like heaven against my skin after hours in the wet gown.

When I emerged, Lucas handed me a cup of steaming liquid. “Ginger tea from the cafeteria. It should help

with the chill.”

I wrapped my hands around the warm cup, my gaze fixed on the operating room doors. “Thank you.”

Lucas settled into the chair beside me, his calm presence anchoring me as we waited. Neither of us spoke, the silence between us surprisingly comfortable

Hours later, the operating room light finally switched off. I leapt to my feet as Dr. Marcus Fletcher emerged, his surgical mask hanging around his neck.

I rushed toward him, desperation evident in every line of my body. “Dr. Fletcher, please – how is he?”

Dr. Fletcher’s tired eyes met mine, and my heart plummeted before he even spoke.

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