Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 36

Two burly male servants immediately grabbed my arms, their grip firm enough to bruise. I struggled against

their hold.

“I didn’t push her! She fell in on her own!” I protested, but Eleanor silenced me with a withering glare.

“Take her to the main house,” she ordered. “Alpha Stone will deal with this.”

As the servants dragged me away, I caught Emma’s eye. The little girl was shivering dramatically, but there was something else in her expression–a hint of satisfaction that chilled me more than the evening air.

The sound of running footsteps announced Ethan’s arrival. His powerful frame cut through the gathered

crowd, his amber eyes immediately finding Emma.

“What happened?” he demanded, his voice carrying the unmistakable authority of an Alpha.

Emma, seeing him approach, began to tremble more violently. Her small lips quivered as she looked him with wide, tear–filled eyes.

“Daddy…” she whimpered, reaching for him with small, shaking hands.

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Without hesitation, Ethan rushed to her side. He quickly assessed her condition, his movements efficient and

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concerned. With gentle hands, he removed her wet clothes and wrapped his leather jacket around her tiny

frame.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he murmured, scooping her into his arms.

Emma clung to him, burying her face against his chest. Then, slowly, she turned her head to look at me. Our eyes met across the garden, and I saw something in her gaze that no five–year–old should possess-

calculation.

“Luna Olivia, she…” Emma began, her voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She trailed off, seemingly too overcome with emotion to continue.

Ethan’s gaze snapped to me, his amber eyes hardening to cold stone. The accusation in his look was unmistakable–the same look he’d given me when Emma had fallen into the cake tower at the Silver Crown

Hotel.

I met his gaze unflinchingly, anger bubbling up inside me. Once again, he was ready to believe the worst of me without question, without even hearing my side.

“Take her inside, Ethan ordered the servants holding me. “Now.”

The main house was warm compared to the evening chill of the gardens. The servants pushed me into the sitting room, forcing me to stand in the center like a criminal awaiting judgment.

Ethan entered moments later, still cradling Emma in his arms. The child refused to leave his embrace, clinging to him like a lifeline while occasionally shooting me fearful glances.

Dr. Harold Bennett arrived shortly after, summoned by Eleanor to examine Emma. The elderly pack healer approached with his medical bag, his movements deliberate and precise.

“Let me see her, Alpha Stone,” he requested, his voice carrying the weight of decades of experience.

Ethan reluctantly set Emma down on the sofa but remained close, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. Dr. Bennett examined her thoroughly, checking her temperature and listening to her breathing.

‘She’s caught a chill, but nothing serious,” he finally announced. “Some warm moonberry tea should help her

recover quickly.”

Victoria’s voice broke with practiced emotion. “She’s just a child, Olivia. A frail child who has already suffered.