Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 88

As Miles’s car pulled away from the curb, I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to look back at my mate and the woman he clearly preferred over me.

“I understand this arrangement came as a surprise,” Miles said once we were on the main road, his eyes briefly meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “Matriarch Evelyn can be quite… determined when she sets her

mind to something.”

I appreciated his directness. “Alpha Blackwood–Miles–I should be clear from the start. I’m not interested in pursuing a relationship right now.”

Instead of being offended, he nodded understandingly. “I suspected as much. The Matriarch mentioned your situation is… complicated.”

His tactful reference to my disastrous marriage made me relax slightly. At least he wasn’t delusional about

our circumstances.

“However,” he continued smoothly, “I think we should still have dinner together. It would please the Matriarch, and appearances matter in our world.”

His logic was sound. Refusing the dinner now would only lead to more questions and potentially upset

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Matriarch Evelyn, who had been my strongest ally recently.

“That seems reasonable,” I conceded. “One dinner to maintain appearances.”

Miles smiled, revealing perfect teeth. “Excellent. I’ve made reservations at the Moonstone Dining Hall. I hope that’s acceptable?”

The Moonstone Dining Hall was one of the most prestigious restaurants in Silvercrest territory, frequented by the pack’s elite. The choice was strategic–visible enough to be noticed, but not so public that it would cause

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“That’s fine,” I replied, settling back into the luxurious leather seat.

At the restaurant, Miles behaved impeccably. He held doors open, pulled out my chair, and engaged in pleasant conversation about neutral topics. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied with my complicated life, I might have found him charming

“Wine?” he offered, signaling the waiter.

“No, thank you,” I declined. “I don’t drink alcohol.”

Not since Lily’s death. The memory of my daughter made my chest tighten painfully.

“Of course,” Miles nodded, ordering venison for both of us. “Perhaps some moonberry tea instead? It’s their specialty.”

“Not feeling well, Olivia?” he asked, his voice no longer cultured but cold and mocking. “The tea should be taking full effect soon,”

My mind raced despite the fog of sedatives. Who would want to harm me this way? Victoria? Ethan himself? Or was this part of some larger pack politics I didn’t understand?

Miles’s hand moved to my thigh, squeezing painfully. “Don’t fight it, Olivia. Just let the sedative work. It will be easier for both of us.”