Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 82

I felt a flicker of defensiveness rise inside me. ‘Grandmother, it has nothing to do with Victoria.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Nothing to do with Victoria? Who poisoned you against Olivia? Who convinced

you she was quilty without evidence?”

Dr. Bennett cleared his throat uncomfortably Perhaps this discussion could wait until the patient is stable?”

Grandmother’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re right, Harold. My grandson’s blindness can be addressed

later

She turned to leave, but her legs wobbled slightly. Bernard Sheppard appeared at her side, offering his arm

for support

“You should rest, Grandmother,” I said, truly concerned. “This stress isn’t good for you either”

She paused, her amber eyes–so like my own–studying me. “You’re worried about me now? What about your

wife?

“Olivia will worry if she wakes and finds you’ve collapsed,” I replied softly

Something in my voice must have reached her. She nodded slowly. Take care of her, Ethan. For once in your life, put her first”

After they left, I removed my blood–soaked shirt. I winced as the fabric pulled away from my raw wounds.

The mirror reflected fresh lash marks crisscrossing my back. They overlaid older, unhealed ones from previous incidents when I’d let Olivia vent her anger at me.

Dr. Bennett returned with his medical bag. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of my back. These need treatment, Alpha.”

I nodded silently and submitted to his care. The special healing salve burned at first contact with my torn

flesh.

Then it cooled, bringing blessed relief to my wounds. The pain dulled to a manageable throb.

When he finished, he packed his supplies and headed for the door. “Take care of her,” he said, echoing Grandmother’s words. “Her heart can’t take much more strain,”

After he left, I turned my attention to Olivia. Her bandaged fingers caught my eye–white gauze wrapped

around each digit.

Carefully, I unwrapped them. The raw torn skin beneath made my stomach clench with guilt.

She had clawed desperately at the stone walls of her prison until her fingers bled. Until her nails broke and tore away from the beds. I had done this to her.

A soft knock announced Grandmother’s return. Without waiting for permission, she entered with her phone in

hand.

“You should see this,” she said, her voice unusually gentle.

She held out her phone showing photos of the basement where Olivia had been confined. The images were stark and damning.

Bloody scratches marked the walls where she had tried to escape. Chunks of fingernails were embedded in

the stone. Dark stains showed where she had bled onto the floor.

“She begged you,” Grandmother said quietly. “She reminded you of her fear. And still, you locked her in.”

I couldn’t speak. My throat felt tight with an emotion I refused to name.

“No, baby” Olivia had replied, her smile radiant despite her pain. “Your magic breath made it all better.”