Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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I caught Olivia as she collapsed, my reflexes acting before my mind could process what was happening. Her slight weight fell against me, her body limp and fragile in my arms.

"Olivia!" I called out, panic rising in my throat as I cradled her against my chest.

Her face was pale, dark circles prominent beneath her closed eyes. The sight of her unconscious form triggered something primal within me, my wolf howling with distress beneath my skin.

"What happened to her?" Lucas Blackwood demanded, stepping forward with concern etched across his features.

I growled low in my throat, my wolf bristling at his proximity. "Stay back, Blackwood. She's my mate. I'll take care of her."

"You've done enough damage,” he retorted, his gray eyes flashing with anger. “Let me help her."

"She doesn't need your help," I snarled, lifting Olivia's unconscious form closer to my chest. "She needs rest and proper care, which I will provide."

Clara Wilkins approached cautiously, her elderly face creased with worry. "The poor dear has been through so much. Please take good care of her."

I nodded curtly, turning away from Blackwood's penetrating gaze. As I carried Olivia to my Shadow Ghost, I could feel his eyes tracking our every movement. "This isn't over, Stone," he called after me, his voice carrying a clear warning.

I didn't respond, focusing instead on securing Olivia in the passenger seat, making sure she was comfortable before closing the door. My wolf was restless, torn between territorial rage at Blackwood and deep concern for my mate.

chestnut hair fell across her face, and I gently brushed it away with one hand, my chest tightening

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Gardens passed in a blur of conflicting emotions. By the

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mind was

sofa, my hands lingering longer than necessary. She looked so small, so broken. I immediately called Dr. Harold

asked, his experienced eyes already assessing Olivia's

as he examined her. "We were...

hands moved efficiently, checking her pulse, her

me with grave eyes. "The lack of rest and emotional stress

hit me like a physical blow. I had done this to her. My actions, my neglect, my anger -they had

I asked,

administer a sedative to help her sleep and allow her to recover," Dr. Bennett replied, preparing an injection. "But what she really needs is peace, Alpha.

at their limits."

Bennett finally packed up his bag and left with

pain I had caused her. Without thinking, I