Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

Chapter 92

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and motion. My body burned with the effects of the drug, making every

touch of fabric against my skin unbearable.

At the hospital, Ethan visibly relaxed. A doctor was already waiting for us at the entrance-clearly pre-arranged.

The doctor quickly assessed my condition, his expression grim as he recognized the symptoms. "Savage

Moon Elixir," he muttered, shaking his head in disgust.

as nothing He injected the prepared antidote into my arm with practiced efficiency. The needle's sting was compared to the fire raging through my veins.

The antidote didn't take effect immediately. Back in the private ward, I continued to struggle against the drug's influence for almost half an hour.

Though I was the one thrashing and fighting, I was also utterly exhausted. As the antidote finally began to take effect, my limbs grew heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep in Ethan's arms.

(Ethan's POV)

"How can she be so troublesome!" I growled, watching Olivia's face relax in

sleep

My eyes darkened like spilled ink as rage consumed me. I raised my hand and pinched her cheek hard, not bothering to control my strength.

A deep red mark bloomed on her fair skin. Olivia cried out in pain even in her sleep, the sound making me even more frustrated.

I released my grip, gritting my teeth as I stared down at her. "Next time, I'll see how I deal with you!"

nothing to soften my anger. She had defied me publicly,

bathroom, cleaning

store, and I dressed Olivia in them before placing

her ordeal, she curled up instinctively and fell

tucked the blanket around her,

sleeping form, I left the ward. Maxwell was waiting outside, his posture

Stone," he acknowledged

Miles Blackwood here," I commanded,

eyes burned with suppressed rage as I thought of the man who had dared to drug my

the unspoken order beneath my words. Miles Blackwood would

(Isabelle's POV)

to get me to the bed. Under the influence of the drugs, he

since childhood, I was proud and arrogant

I

I seized the opportunity, my perfectly manicured nails scratching at his face

Chote M. Poslator

a bruising grip. His eyes

more I struggled, the more frenzied he became.

brutal.

floor, my strength failing. I had never been hit

with tears and blood. How had this happened? I had

me!

fingers digging into my flesh. I kicked wildly, but my strength was no match

groggy and in pain, but I hadn't given

as a

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