Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Ethan moved with blinding speed, subduing the attacker with a single powerful blow. The man crumpled to the floor, the knife clattering from his hand. In seconds, Ethan had him pinned, his knee pressing into the man's back as he secured his wrists.

"Maxwell!" Ethan barked into his phone. "Get in here now. And bring Dr. Bennett."

With the attacker secured, Ethan rushed to Emma's side, his movements transforming from violent to gentle in an instant. He knelt beside her, his large hand carefully examining the wound.

"Daddy..." Emma whimpered, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Emmy hurts so much. Is Emmy going to die?"

The word "Daddy" from Emma's lips sent a sharp pain through my chest. Ethan had no biological claim to this child, yet he responded to the title with more tenderness than he'd ever shown our own daughter.

"Be good, don't be afraid," Ethan soothed, brushing Emma's hair from her forehead. The doctor will be here soon. Daddy is here, Emmy will be fine."

His voice carried a warmth I'd forgotten he possessed. A gentleness reserved exclusively for Victoria and her daughter.

The front door burst open as Maxwell Chen entered, followed closely by Dr. Harold Bennett. The Stone family's personal physician for twenty years, Dr. Bennett had attended Ethan since he was a pup.

the scene with professional detachment. His gaze landed on me briefly, noting my position on the floor where

called sharply. "Come here,

sparing me a second glance as his focus remained entirely on Victoria and her daughter. The doctor hesitated, his eyes moving between me and Emma, before

still spinning slightly from when Ethan had shoved me. No one offered to help. No one even acknowledged my

with practiced efficiency. "Let me see, young lady." he said

with one hand and Ethan with the other. “It hurts so much!" "The knife appears to have been silver-edged,"

vial of Moonberry Fever Reducer from his bag, measuring a small dose into a syringe. "This will help with

the medicine, then carefully cleaned and

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to require stitches-yet everyone treated it like a life-threatening

side, murmuring comforting words and gently stroking her hair. "You're so brave," he praised

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little girl."

but remember Lily's final days-how she had suffered through far worse pain with no father to comfort her, How she had endured