Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 292

(Olivia’s POV)

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I burst through the medical den doors, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. The scent of my mother’s blood hit me

immediately, guiding me through the sterile corridors to the emergency surgical wing.

There, outside the trauma room, stood both Ethan and Victoria.

Victoria sat in her wheelchair, looking disheveled and tearful. Her scent was thick with distress, but something about it felt wrong

-manufactured, like perfume rather than genuine emotion.

My wolf snarled beneath my skin, immediately sensing deception.

I ignored Victoria completely, rushing past her to Dr. Harrison Fletcher, who had just emerged from the trauma room.

“Dr. Fletcher! My mother–is she-“My voice broke, unable to finish the question.

The senior healer’s face was grave, his eyes compassionate but direct. “Ms. Winters, your mother has sustained severe injuries from her fall. Multiple fractures, internal bleeding, and significant head trauma.”

My knees weakened, and I gripped the wall for support. “But she’ll recover, right? Her wolf will heal her?”

Dr. Fletcher shook his head slowly. “The injuries are extensive, and at her age, her wolf’s healing abilities are compromised. She

needs immediate surgery.”

He hesitated, then continued gently, “I must be honest with you. Given the severity of her injuries and her age, I estimate only a

10% chance of survival.”

The world seemed to tilt beneath my feet. “Ten percent?” I whispered.

“The fall caused significant trauma,” he explained solemnly. “We need to operate immediately.”

Ethan moved toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Olivia, I-”

I pushed him away violently, unable to bear his touch. My grief was too raw, too overwhelming.

“Don’t,” I hissed, my emerald eyes flashing with pain and rage,

Dr. Fletcher handed me the Life–or–Death Surgical Consent Contract, his expression sympathetic. “We need your authorization

to proceed.”

With shaking hands, I signed the document, my vision blurred by tears. “Please save her,” I begged. “She’s all I have left.”

As the medical team prepared to take my mother into surgery, I caught a glimpse of Victoria from the comer of my eye. While everyone’s attention was focused on the emergency, a small, satisfied smirk crossed her features.

In that moment, everything became crystal clear

This was no accident

My wolf surged forward with protective rage, lending me strength as I charged toward Victoria Frost With a snarl of pure hatred,

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I kicked her Raven–Trimmed Wheelchair with such force that it toppled sideways, throwing her to the floor at my feet

“You did this!” I screamed, my voice barely human as my wolf’s rage took over.

Victoria’s eyes widened with genuine fear as she scrambled backward on the floor. “What are you doing? I’m injured! Help me!”

Ethan lunged forward, his powerful arms encircling my waist. “Olivia, stop! This isn’t helping your mother!”

But my wolf wouldn’t be contained. With strength born of grief and fury, I broke free from his grasp, my focus entirely on the

woman who had hurt my mother.

Before anyone could stop me, I delivered a vicious kick to Victoria’s face. Blood sprayed across the pristine medical den floor as her head snapped back from the impact.

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Chapter 292

(Olivia’s POV)

“Get away from me!” I snarled, struggling fiercely against Ethan’s restraining hold. My emerald eyes flashed with fury as I fought to break free.

My wolf was dangerously close to the surface, her rage barely contained beneath my skin. Victoria had taken everything from met -first Lily, then Grandmother Stone, and now she was trying to take my mother too.

“Let me go!” I screamed, clawing at Ethan’s arms. “She did this! She pushed my mother down those stairs!”

Victoria cowered in her wheelchair, blood still streaming from her nose where I’d kicked her. Her performance was flawless–the perfect picture of an innocent victim.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with fake fear. “Someone protect me from her!”

Two security guards moved toward us, but Ethan waved them away with a sharp gesture.

“Olivia,” Ethan said, his Alpha voice deliberately gentle as he tightened his grip around my waist. “You need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” I spat, twisting violently in his arms. “Victoria killed Lily and your grandmother, and now my mother is in the operating room, her life hanging by a thread. Ethan Stone, how can you tell me to calm down?”

My voice broke with emotion, my wolf’s grief palpable in the air around us. I could feel her clawing beneath my skin, desperate to break free and tear Victoria apart.

“Your accusations won’t help your mother,” Ethan said firmly, though I could sense his inner conflict. “We need evidence.”

I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and broken. “Evidence? Like you needed evidence when Victoria accused me of poisoning her? You were quick enough to believe her then!”

Ethan’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t release me. “That was different.”

“Different how?” I demanded, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “Different because it was me being accused instead of your precious Victoria?”

I lashed out again, my elbow connecting with his ribs. He absorbed the blow without retaliation, his amber eyes reflecting pain that wasn’t entirely physical.

“You’ve always chosen her,” I hissed, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Over me, over Lily–your own daughter! And now my mother might die because of it.”

Victoria’s theatrical sobs echoed through the corridor, drawing sympathetic glances from the medical staff. “I only wanted to make peace,” she cried, dabbing at her bloody nose with a tissue. “And she attacked me!”

My wolf surged forward again, lending me strength as I nearly broke free from Ethan’s grasp. “You lying bitch!”

“Enough!” Ethan roared, his Alpha voice making everyone in the corridor freeze.

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The elevator doors opened, and Maxwell Chen stepped out, carrying a small digital tablet. His eyes widened slightly at the scene before hirm, but his professional demeanor remained intact.

“Alpha King,” he said, bowing his head respectfully. “I’ve brought the Hospital Nightwatch Surveillance Archive as requested.”

I immediately stopped struggling, my attention captured by the potential evidence. My wolf’s senses heightened with anticipation as Maxwell approached.

“Show me,” I demanded, my voice hoarse from screaming,

Ethan loosened his grip but didn’t release me entirely as Maxwell turned the tablet toward us. The screen showed footage from

the medical den’s security cameras.

“This is from the east stairwell corridor,” Maxwell explained, his finger tracing the timestamp. “Approximately fifteen minutes

before the emergency call was made.”

We watched as the footage showed Victoria wheeling herself toward the stairwell door. Ten minutes later, the camera captured pack members rushing toward the same door, then eventually bringing out my mother on a stretcher, with Victoria following

behind in her wheelchair.

“The critical moment isn’t here,” I said, frustration building in my chest. “Where’s the footage from inside the stairwell?”

Maxwell shook his head. “There are no cameras inside the Moonlit Hospital Stairwell. It’s a blind spot in the security system.

My heart sank. Without direct evidence, it would be Victoria’s word against mine–and I knew whose side Ethan would take.

“Alpha King.” Maxwell continued, his voice carefully neutral. “I’ve brought those witnesses here.”

Two Beta wolves approached, both wearing medical den uniforms. They bowed respectfully to Ethan before glancing nervously at

1. me.

“Tell us exactly what you saw,” Ethan commanded, his Alpha voice compelling truth.

The female Beta spoke first, her eyes downcast, “We heard Ms. Frost calling for help from the stairwell. When we arrived,

found her in her wheelchair beside Ms. Winters, who was unconscious at the bottom of the stairs.”

“Ms. Frost was very distressed,” added the male Beta. “She said she had tried to catch Ms. Winters but couldn’t reach her from

the wheelchair.”

Victoria nodded tearfully, her scent deliberately projecting distress and victimhood. “I just wanted to talk to her,” she sobbed.

“To make peace for everyone’s sake.”