Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 230

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

Olivia was alive.

My mate–the woman I’d mourned for two years, whose absence had left a gaping hole in my

chest–stood before me, more beautiful than my tortured memories had preserved.

“Olivia,” I whispered, the name falling from my lips like a prayer.

My wolf howled inside me, desperate to reach her, to touch her, to confirm she was real and

not another cruel dream. Joy surged through me, so powerful it nearly brought me to my

knees.

Victoria’s hand gripped my arm, her nails digging into my flesh. I barely noticed.

“Ethan,” she hissed, her voice tight with fury. “Everyone is staring.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Olivia. The chestnut hair I’d run my fingers through

countless times. The emerald eyes that had once looked at me with love, now cold and

distant.

Victoria’s grip tightened painfully. Her thoughts were practically screaming in my head through our pack bond.

This she–wolf, she’s actually still alive. The moment she returns, she starts trying to reclaim

her mate. How dare she!

(Olivia’s POV)

I felt Ethan’s eyes on me like a physical touch, but I refused to acknowledge him.

Instead, I walked with deliberate confidence toward Gwendolyn Pierce, aware that every eye in

the gathering was fixed on me. The whispers followed in my wake–the dead Luna, returned

from the grave.

I stopped directly in front of Victoria’s wheelchair. Her face had gone pale, her eyes wide with

shock and fear. She seemed to shrink in her paralyzed body, no doubt remembering our last

confrontation.

“Victoria,” I greeted her with cold politeness. “I see you’ve survived.”

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She flinched at my words, her hands gripping the armrests of her wheelchair.

“As have you,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

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I smiled, a sharp, dangerous thing with no warmth. “Who would have known that there is still justice in the world?”

My eyes deliberately lingered on her useless legs. The irony wasn’t lost on me–the woman. who had stolen my mate, who had contributed to my daughter’s death, now trapped in a

broken body.

“Do you remember what you said to me at Lily’s grave two years ago?” I asked softly, for her

ears alone. “You said you didn’t believe in karma.”

Victoria’s face drained of what little color remained.

“This,” I gestured to her wheelchair, “is just the beginning of what you deserve.”

I turned away from her, dismissing her as she had once dismissed me, and approached Gwendolyn Pierce.

“Thank you for this opportunity,” I said warmly, accepting the champagne flute she offered. “To new beginnings.”

Gwendolyn raised her glass in response. “To exceptional talent, Ms. Winters.”

(Victoria’s POV)

I watched in helpless rage as Olivia charmed Gwendolyn Pierce, the most influential she–wolf. in Shadow Creek. The woman I’d spent months cultivating as a potential patron had chosen.

Olivia instead.

And Ethan–my Ethan–couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Two years. For two years, I’d been by his side. I’d supported him through his grief. I’d been patient as he slowly opened his heart to me and Emma. And now, with one appearance, Olivia threatened to destroy everything I’d built.

I wheeled myself to Ethan’s side, placing a trembling hand on his arm.

“Ethan,” I said softly, injecting weakness into my voice. “I’m feeling tired. Could we go home?”

He barely glanced at me, his attention still fixed on Olivia. “Maxwell will take you.”

The dismissal stung like a slap. I swallowed my rage, forcing tears to my eyes.

“Please, Ethan. I don’t feel well.”

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Before he could respond, I noticed Tiffany Reynolds approaching Olivia. The minor crystal

designer had always been jealous of more successful artists. I watched eagerly as she

inserted herself into Olivia’s conversation with Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Winters,” Tiffany’s voice carried clearly. “Everyone is curious–what is your relationship

with Alpha King Stone now? Are you still pursuing him despite his commitment to Miss

Frost?”

I smiled inwardly. Gwendolyn Pierce was known to despise infidelity and home–wreckers. If

Olivia admitted to any lingering feelings for Ethan, the partnership would be over before it

began.

Gwendolyn’s expression changed, her distaste evident. She turned to Olivia, clearly waiting for

her response.

Olivia’s voice was clear and cold. “A dead man to me.”

Gwendolyn’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Shouldn’t a former husband who betrayed his own daughter be considered dead to his wife?”

Olivia elaborated, her emerald eyes flashing with controlled anger.

I felt Ethan flinch beside me. The words had struck their target.

Gwendolyn’s face relaxed into approval. She turned to Tiffany with a dismissive wave. “I

believe that answers your question. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Ms. Reynolds.”

I was about to respond when a commotion caught my attention. Jeremy Collins, a server carrying a tray of crystal glasses, had tripped on the edge of a rug. The tray tilted, sending glasses flying.

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I maintained my composure as I reached for a bottle of water on the nearby table. With

deliberate slowness, I uncapped it and poured the entire contents over his head.

“Are you awake now?” I asked coldly as water dripped from his hair and face.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not bothering to wipe away the water. “I’ve been sorry every day for two

years.”

“Sorry doesn’t bring Lily back,” I replied, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. “Sorry doesn’t change the fact that you let our daughter die while you played house with

Victoria and Emma.”

Ethan’s face paled with guilt. “Let me at least treat your wound,” he said quietly. “Then I’ll take

you home.”

“She doesn’t need your help.”

Lucas Blackwood stood in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the entrance. His gray eyes

were cold as they assessed Ethan.

“I’ll take care of my fiancée,” Lucas continued, his voice carrying a hint of mockery. “Though I question your judgment, Stone. Abandoning an injured woman to tend to one who miraculously tried to stand despite being paralyzed from the waist down?”

Ethan’s eyes widened at the word “fiancée.”

“You’re engaged?” he asked, looking between us in disbelief.

Lucas didn’t answer. Instead, he approached me, lifting me carefully into his arms. “Let’s go

home, Liv.”

As Lucas carried me away, I caught a glimpse of Ethan’s face–shock, pain, and something

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that looked almost like betrayal.

(Lucas’s POV)

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In my armored SUV, I gently cleaned Olivia’s wound with antiseptic wipes from the first–aid kit I

kept in the glove compartment. The cut wasn’t deep, but I hated seeing her in pain.

“This might sting,” I warned before applying the antiseptic.

Olivia barely flinched, her emerald eyes watching me work. I bandaged the wound with

practiced efficiency, my fingers careful not to press too hard against her delicate skin.

“Thank you,” she said softly when I finished.

I looked up, meeting her gaze. “Always.”

We sat in comfortable silence as my driver navigated through Shadow Creek. Finally, I turned

to her with news I knew would be difficult.

“We’re going to Moonstone County Correctional Facility,” I said gently. “Connor Blackthorn has agreed to see you.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “The man who tampered with my brakes?”

I nodded. “Yes.”