Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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"Look at you," I continued, my emerald eyes flashing. "Wallowing in self-pity, putting on this pathetic display. For what? To gain sympathy?"

Ethan tried to speak, but only managed a pained cough, flecks of blood staining

his lips.

"Lily died because of you," I said, each word a dagger. "Your grandmother died because of Victoria's schemes. And here you are, playing the victim."

I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Lily and your grandmother would not be moved. They would only be disgusted by your hypocrisy."

The pain that flashed across Ethan's face had nothing to do with his physical injuries. Good.

Let him hurt as I had hurt.

A commotion from the opposite ward drew my attention. I turned to see Lucas Blackwood emerging from his room, still clad in a hospital gown. His normally imposing figure looked weakened, his skin flushed with fever, but his gray eyes were alert and concerned as they

found mine.

Despite his obvious illness, he moved to position himself between me and Ethan, his protective instinct overriding his physical discomfort.

"Olivia," he said, his voice rough from fever. "Are you alright?"

My anger at Ethan instantly gave way to concern for Lucas. "What are you doing out of bed?" I scolded gently, moving to his side. "You're burning up."

I placed my hand on his arm, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Without a second glance at Ethan, I guided Lucas back toward his room, supporting his weight as he leaned against

me..

shouldn't be up," I murmured, helping him through the doorway. "Thomas told me about your fever. You need to

his eyes never left my face. "Were you hurt?" he

shook my head, touched by his concern even in his weakened state. "I'm

worried about."

palm, and I quickly reached for a cool cloth from the bedside table,

reckless," I said softly, unable to keep the

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caught my hand, his gray eyes intense despite the fever.

caught at his sincerity. "This is my fault," I

he interrupted, a weak smile

warm under his gaze, suddenly aware of how close we were. To hide my confusion, I gestured to the thermal container I'd

said. "Healing venison stew with special herbs. It should help bring down your fever and speed

widened slightly. "You

do," I replied, opening the container. The rich aroma of the stew filled the room, carrying with it the subtle scent of the healing herbs

something?"

said, though I could

up straighter, then filled a spoon

feeding him this way, but after everything he'd done for me, it seemed

gratitude.

corner of my eye, I noticed