Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

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Chapter 291

(Victoria's POV)

I retrieved my Identity Amulet from Evelyn Winters' grasp, my fingers trembling slightly as I secured it back around my neck. The old she-wolf lay broken at the bottom of the stairwell, her breathing shallow and irregular.

Perfect.

My wolf stirred beneath my skin with dark satisfaction. Soon, Evelyn Winters would be dead, and the evidence linking me to her

"accident" would die with her.

1 glanced at my watch. Five minutes had passed since her fall. I needed to wait just a bit longer to ensure she wouldn't survive to

tell anyone what had happened between us.

The amulet felt warm against my skin, a reminder of everything I'd built my life upon. If Evelyn had managed to tell Olivia about

finding Ethan's ancestral token in my possession, all my carefully constructed lies would unravel.

Footsteps echoed in the stairwell above me. Someone was coming

I quickly arranged my features into an expression of distress, my eyes widening

with practiced panic as I gripped the handles of my wheelchair.

dout "Help!" I cried out, my voice breaking with perfectly feigned emotion. "Someone please help! There's been a terrible accident!"

from the medical staff appeared at the top

spotted Evelyn's crumpled

a trembling hand to my mouth. "I tried to catch her, but I couldn't

wheelchair!"

checking Evelyn's pulse while

Trimmed Wheelchair.

Beta asked,

wolf projecting distress pheromones that

her. For Olivia's

Beta was already calling for emergency assistance on his radio. "We need a trauma team to the east

the stairs as medical staff responded to

tense beneath my

Ethan

(Ethan's POV)

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had come to the medical den to check

call echoed through the building.

scent of blood and fear, I found myself in the east

Victoria, somehow

here?" I demanded, my Alpha

down her pale cheeks. "Ethan! Thank the Moon Goddess

for me, her hands trembling. "Please call Dr. Fletcher immediately!

line while keeping my eyes fixed

the east stairwell. Evelyn Winters. Critical condition," I said tersely before

their movements efficient despite the cramped space. Her pulse was weak,