Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307

(Olivia’s POV)

“Slap-”

The sound echoed through the hospital room as my hand connected with Ethan Stone’s face. The force of my werewolf strength

sent his head snapping to the side, a red mark blooming instantly on his cheek.

My chest heaved with fury, my wolf snarling beneath my skin. How dare he still defend Victoria after everything we’d just heard?

The care aide had confessed everything clearly, yet this blind Alpha couldn’t distinguish right from wrong!

“Olivia!” Ethan’s voice held shock rather than anger, his amber eyes wide as he touched his reddened cheek.

“Don’t you dare ‘Olivia‘ me,” I hissed, my emerald eyes flashing with my wolf’s rage.

Two years ago, he blindly shielded Victoria when she harmed Lily. Now, Victoria had nearly killed my mother, leaving her in

vegetative state, and he was still defending her!

In his eyes, Lily and my mother’s lives were worthless. Only Victoria’s life mattered.

The thought of Lily, whose spirit couldn’t rest in peace, and my comatose mother fueled my rage. One slap wasn’t enough.

“You need to calm down-” Ethan began, his Alpha voice firm.

“Calm down?” I cut him off, my voice rising with each word: “Ethan Stone, Victoria killed Lily and now my mother is a vegetable

because of her, and you want me to calm down?”

My hand rose again, the need to strike him overwhelming. My wolf was beyond reason, consumed by grief and rage.

“My mother must have been blind to save you, you ungrateful wretch!” I spat, tears burning in my eyes.

My mother had saved him, only for him to protect the she–wolf who hurt her!

I swung my hand again, connecting with his face in another stinging slap. The sound cracked through the room like a whip.

Sarah Barnes, the care aide, pressed herself against the wall, clearly wishing she could disappear. Her eyes were wide with fear at

witnessing the Luna strike the Alpha King.

Victoria cowered behind Ethan, her performance of the terrified victim flawless as always. Her wolf was projecting distress

pheromones so strongly that they filled the entire room.

(Ethan’s POV)

Her words hit me harder than her slap. My mother saved me? What was she talking about?

Before I could process her meaning, Olivia’s hand connected with my face again, the backhand slap catching me off guard.

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My reflexes kicked in, my wolf surging as I grabbed her wrist with Alpha strength. The touch sent a jolt through me, a strange familiarity I couldn’t place.

“Olivia Winters, do you even know what you’re saying?” I demanded, my voice rough with emotion.

Her emerald eyes burned with a conviction that shook me to my core. There was no deception there, only raw, unfiltered truth and pain.

Victoria clutched my arm, releasing distressed pheromones that filled the room. Her wolf whined pathetically, projecting

vulnerability that called to my protective instincts.

“Ethan, you don’t actually believe her, do you?” Victoria cried, her voice trembling. “Little Orange was so attached to her ‘Ice

Block Brother,‘ why wouldn’t she acknowledge you?”

Her fingers dug into my arm as she continued, her voice rising with desperation.

“If I were an imposter, why didn’t she expose me earlier? Why wait until now?”

Victoria turned to Olivia, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Olivia, are you taking Ethan for a fool?”

I felt the tension in the room escalate. Victoria’s words were calculated, designed to sow doubt.

Olivia’s emerald eyes flashed dangerously, her wolf bristling beneath her skin. “Because I lost my memory!” she retorted, her

voice cracking with emotion.

The words hit me like a physical blow. Lost her memory? Could it be possible?

My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, uncertain and confused. Something about Olivia’s rage felt familiar, like a distant

memory struggling to surface.

Victoria clung to me tighter, her voice trembling as she pressed her advantage. “Olivia, do you even believe what you’re saying? Is

it really that coincidental? You’ve forgotten everything, except for Ethan?”

She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. Her performance was flawless, hitting every emotional trigger that would

resonate with my wolf.

“Ethan, Olivia knows Emma’s kidney transplant is failing,” Victoria continued, her voice breaking. “She wants revenge on me

and Emma, so she made up this lie about being Little Orange.”

The mention of Emma’s condition made my heart clench. The young pup had been through so much already.

‘Without you, we can’t find a kidney donor, and Emma will die,” Victoria sobbed, clutching at my arm. “And if something

happens to Emma, I won’t be able to live either!”

She dissolved into tears, her wolf projecting vulnerability pheromones throughout the medical den. The scent was overwhelming,