Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 59

1 held Olivia close against my chest, her small frame shivering from her unexpected dip in the Moonlit Reflection Pool. The moonlight caught the droplets of water in her chestnut hair, making them shimmer like

tiny crystals.

“Why did you pretend to be sick on your second day at Canis Enterprises?” I asked, my voice stern despite the concern churning inside me.

She remained silent, her emerald eyes deliberately avoiding mine. The stubborn set of her jaw told me she

wouldn’t answer easily.

“Olivia,” I pressed, my tone hardening with Alpha authority. “Answer me.”

Still nothing. Just the sound of her chattering teeth and the faint scent of venison and moonberry sauce from

the dinner she’d barely touched.

With a frustrated sigh, I adjusted my grip and began walking toward the exit of the Moonlit Garden. My driver would be waiting with the car, and Olivia needed to get warm before she caught a chill.

“Put me down,” she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “People will see.”

“Let them,” I replied, tightening my hold.

Her small hands pushed against my chest. “Please, Ethan. I don’t want more gossip.”

I glanced down at her face, noting the genuine distress in her eyes. Pack politics were brutal, especially for an Omega without a wolf. The rumors about us were already vicious enough.

Olivia pulled my Black Alpha Overcoat over her face as we passed a group of pack members near the entrance. Their curious eyes followed us, and I heard their whispers even after we’d passed.

“Did you see that? The Alpha King carrying his Luna?”

“I thought he was with Victoria Frost now…”

“Shh! He’ll hear you!”

I pretended not to notice, focusing instead on getting Olivia to the waiting vehicle where Maxwell Chen stood

at attention, holding the door open.

“Alpha,” he greeted with a respectful nod, his face betraying no surprise at seeing me carrying my soaking

wet mate

“Take us to Maple Grove,” Olivia said as I placed her in the backseat.

I shot her a sharp look. “No.”

Olivia huddled in the corner of the seat, as far from me as possible. Her wet clothes clung to her skin, and despite the heat, she continued to shiver.

She flinched away. “What are you doing?”

When she made no move to comply, I took matters into my own hands, Grasping her ankle firmly but gently, I removed first one shoe, then the other, followed by her soaking wet socks.

“Stop!” she gasped, trying to pull away. “What do you think you’re doing?”