Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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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!"

did nothing to soften my anger.

her to the bathroom, cleaning

a nearby store, and I dressed Olivia in

from her ordeal, she curled up instinctively and fell

blanket around her,

at her sleeping form, I left the ward. Maxwell was waiting

Stone," he

here," I commanded, my voice cold and

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

beneath my words.

(Isabelle's POV)

Blackwood couldn't wait to get me to the bed. Under the influence of the drugs, he pressed me down on the floor,

my designer dress, the sound of tearing fabric mixing with my screams. Pampered since childhood, I was proud and arrogant

by Miles. "Let me go!" I struggled violently, slapping him across his face with

stunned. I seized the opportunity, my perfectly manicured nails scratching at

Chote M.

my wrist in a bruising grip. His

became. He slapped me repeatedly, his

brutal.

floor, my strength failing.

with tears and blood. How had this happened? I

me!

my flesh. I kicked wildly, but my strength was

I hadn't given up. My hands groped around

as a