Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

(Olivia’s POV)

The antiseptic smell of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den clung to my clothes as James and I pushed through the glass doors the crisp morning air. My wolf stretched beneath my skin, relieved to escape the sterile environment that held so many pair

memories of Lily’s final days.

“I need coffee,” James muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. “Strong enough to wake a hibernating bear.”

I smiled despite my exhaustion. “There’s a decent place around the–”

A desperate cry cut through the air. “Olivia!”

Before I could react, Victoria Frost appeared before us, her face streaked with tears. She lunged forward with surprising speed grabbing my hand with desperate force.

“Olivia, I beg you, please save Emma!” Her voice cracked with emotion, her wolf’s distress pheromones flooding the area. “Emma is in critical condition. Without your friend’s kidney, she’ll die for sure.”

I tried to pull away, but Victoria clung tighter, her nails digging into my skin.

“She’s only seven years old, so little and innocent,” she continued, her blue eyes swimming with tears. “I beg you to have mer on her don’t be so cold–blooded and stop your friend from donating the kidney.”

My wolf bristled at her audacity. Around us, pack members slowed their pace, openly staring at the unfolding drama.

“Adult wolves” grudges shouldn’t involve pups,” Victoria pressed, her voice rising to ensure everyone could hear. “Emma is

innocent.”

I noticed how carefully she avoided mentioning the true nature of our “grudge“-how she had stolen Lily’s kidney donor, condemning my daughter to death. Instead, she framed it as mere rivalry between two she–wolves competing for the Alpha’s

attention.

James’s russet–brown wolf surged beneath his skin with protective fury. “Don’t touch Liv with your filthy hands,” he snapped,

stepping between us.

Victoria stumbled back, her performance momentarily disrupted by his intensity.

“Don’t say Olivia stopped me—I don’t want to donate!” James continued, his voice trembling with anger. His hazel eyes flashed with his wolf’s rage. “Saving your daughter? I’d rather save a stray omega!”

The gathering crowd murmured in shock at his vehemence

“An omega at least knows gratitude!” he spat. “You and your daughter are like the snake in that old pack table–given sanctuary,

you only bite the Alpha that sheltered you.”

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Victoria’s face paled as James leaned closer, his wolf’s dominance radiating from him in waves.

“Stay away from Liv,” he warned, “or I’ll challenge you myself, wheelchair or not.”

His claws began to emerge, his control slipping under the weight of his fury. I quietly placed my hand on his arm, feeling the

tension in his muscles.

Our years together had forged a connection that transcended words. With that simple touch, I assured him I had a better way to handle this. James understood instantly and stepped back, his wolf still bristling as he stood in silent support beside me.

(Victoria’s POV)

I hadn’t expected Knight’s outburst, but I quickly regained my composure. The crowd’s sympathetic glances told me I still held the advantage.

I let fresh tears spill down my cheeks, my wolf projecting carefully calibrated vulnerability pheromones.

“Olivia,” I wept, “I know James is only refusing for your sake. I beg you, please, save Emma!”

1 made my voice break on my daughter’s name, watching the effect ripple through the onlookers. Several she–wolves nodded in understanding–what mother wouldn’t do anything for her pup?

“I’ll do anything you ask if you just save her,” I promised, counting on Olivia’s reputation for kindness and her concern for pack opinion.

She would never dare to truly humiliate another she–wolf in public. Not gentle, compassionate Olivia who had nursed sick pups and helped elderly pack members. The pack would turn on her if she showed cruelty to a desperate mother.

But Olivia’s emerald eyes remained cold as she regarded me. Her voice was calm, belying her wolf’s simmering rage.

“Is that so?” she asked softly. “Then kneel and submit to me as your superior–continue until my wolf is satisfied.‘

The crowd erupted in outrage, exactly as I’d anticipated.

“How can you be so heartless?” a middle–aged she–wolf called out. “The poor she–wolf’s pup is dying!”

Another joined in, “If your friend doesn’t want to donate, just say so. Why would you humiliate a desperate mother?”

The condemnation grew louder. “You’re a she–wolf too–one day

y you’ll be a mother again. Aren’t you afraid of the Moon Goddess’s judgment?”

I lowered my head to hide my satisfaction. The pack was turning against Olivia, just as I’d planned. Soon she would be forced to relent under the pressure of her peers.

aze on me and

But Olivia remained unmoved by the insults, her wolf standing firm within her. She simply fixed her emerald gaze pressed, “Don’t you love your daughter? What, you can’t even kneel and

a love your pup?”

such a simple thing for? Do you truly

The implication was clear: if I refused, I would expose my own Lack of maternal donation.

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I felt the crowd’s opinion shift. Some she–wolves who had defended me moments before now looked at me with suspicion.