Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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is she?"

Maxwell's expression was grim. "Stable, but badly injured. Three broken ribs, a fractured wrist, severe bruising."

I nodded, my jaw tight. "And Blackwood?"

"Still at the hospital," Maxwell replied, his tone careful. "He hasn't left her side."

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The thought of Lucas Blackwood comforting my mate sent a surge of jealousy through me. I had no right to feel possessive-not after abandoning Olivia for Victoria-but the emotion came unbidden nonetheless.

"Let's go," I said, heading for the door. "I need to see her."

The drive to Silvercrest Pack Medical Den was silent, my thoughts consumed by what awaited me there. How would Olivia react to seeing me? Would she forgive me for leaving her alone in Desolate Hollow?

Deep down, I knew the answer. Some betrayals cut too deep for forgiveness.

When we arrived at the medical center, I made my way directly to Olivia's room. Through the partially open door, I could hear her voice-soft, broken, desperate.

"It contains Lily's ashes," she was saying, her voice catching on our daughter's name. "It's all I have left of her."

I peered through the gap to see Olivia lying in the hospital bed, her small form dwarfed by the white sheets. Her face was bruised, one eye swollen, her lip split. Lucas Blackwood sat beside her, his large hand covering hers.

"I'll find it," Lucas promised, his gray eyes unusually warm as they gazed at my mate. "Whatever it takes."

The intimacy of the scene made my blood boil. I pushed the door open fully, standing in the doorway with my hands clenched at my sides.

Olivia's emerald eyes found mine, and the warmth in them instantly vanished, replaced by a cold fury that chilled me to the bone.

"Leave,” she commanded, her voice flat with barely controlled anger.

Lucas rose to his full height, his imposing frame blocking my path to Olivia's bed. "You heard her, Stone."

battered face. Without a word, I reached into my pocket and pulled

my fingers. For a

whispered, reaching for the pendant with

to reclaim our daughter's ashes, Olivia lunged forward too quickly. Her weakened body betrayed her, and she began to fall from

fragile in my arms, her body warm against my

my hold, her hands pushing ineffectively against my chest. "Let me go," she

refusing to release her. Instead, I turned slightly, positioning myself

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to Lucas Blackwood.

I whispered, my

struggling, her emerald eyes meeting mine with undisguised anger. I held her gaze, challenging her to continue fighting me when I held what

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provocative. This was my mate, regardless of my failings as her

ear, low enough that only she

"You're despicable," she whispered back, her voice trembling with

But she complied.

voice suddenly polite despite the fury in her eyes. "Would you mind giving us a

gray eyes seeking confirmation from Olivia.

pain. "Yes. Thank you for everything, but I need to speak with

her wishes. With a final warning glance at me, he

(Olivia's POV)

body screamed in protest at

pendant," I

face. "Lie down first," he ordered,

refuse, to stand my ground, but my legs were already trembling from the effort of standing. Reluctantly, I returned to the hospital bed, my emerald eyes never leaving

I asked, watching warily

my hospital gown. His fingers worked methodically,

him. "What do you think