Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Chapter 285

(Olivia's POV)

I couldn't stop trembling. Even with Ethan gone, my wolf remained agitated beneath my skin, pacing and whimpering with

distress. The confrontation had left me raw, exposed in a way I hadn't felt since Lily's funeral.

James gently covered my hand with his, the warmth of his touch steadying me. His familiar scent-earthy with hints of pine and leather-helped calm my frayed nerves. It reminded me of our childhood, of hiding together in the abandoned shed behind the orphanage when the caretakers were in particularly cruel moods.

"Drink," he urged, pressing the glass of water into my hands.

I took a small sip, then another, feeling my composure gradually return. My emerald eyes cleared as my wolf settled, no longer thrashing beneath my skin.

“James,” I said softly, my voice carrying a vulnerability I rarely allowed myself to show. "Would you watch Lily's videos with me?"

James nodded without hesitation, his hazel eyes warm with understanding. He moved to set up The Memory Projector in my living room, handling the device with familiar ease. He'd been here for many such nights, holding me together when grief threatened to tear me apart

"Which one?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"All of them," I whispered, curling into the corner of my couch.

emerald eyes, so like mine, sparkled with innocence and joy. The videos captured precious moments: her first steps, her first shift into her silver- white wolf form, her delighted giggles as

my lips as Lily's fourth birthday

because she didn't want to cut

e from within.

the whole tail portion yourself to make her feel better," I recalled, the memory

I couldn't bear to watch these videos. The pain was too raw, too consuming. But now they provided a different kind of solace-a reminder that Lily had existed, had been loved, had

restless with grief and rage, seemed to calm as I watched, mesmerized by the memories of my daughter. Her laughter echoed through the cottage, a

much like you," James observed quietly "That same stubborn tilt to her chin when

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nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Eventually, exhaustion overcame me, and I drifted

smile the last thing I

(Third person's POV)

features softening in sleep. The fierce

rose protectively beneath his skin, urging him

decided to remain for the night. He made a makeshift bed

vehicle, positioning himself between the door and Olivia-a sentinel against any threats,

repeatedly with messages from Ethan Stone, each more

she?" read

still upset?" came

"Has