Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 234

(Olivia’s POV)‘

Rain pounded against my windshield as I drove toward Stone Pack Enterprises headquarters. The wipers fought a losing battle against the downpour, much like my emotions battled

against the memories this place evoked.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. No way was I going to Ethan’s Moonlight Manor tonight.

The towering glass building of Stone Pack Enterprises.loomed ahead, its illuminated logo a beacon in the stormy darkness. Five years ago, I’d stood in front of these same doors, soaked to the bone and desperate.

Back then, I’d come begging for money to save our daughter’s life.

The memory washed over me as vividly as the rain outside. I’d been turned away at reception, the woman’s voice dripping with disdain as she informed me that “Miss Victoria Frost is Alpha Stone’s girlfriend” and that I needed an appointment. When I refused to leave, security guards had dragged me out into the rain.

Standing on the sidewalk, clothes plastered to my skin, I’d sent Ethan a text message that still. made me cringe with shame: “Please. I’ll do anything. Lily needs the treatment.”

Maxwell Chen had eventually appeared with an umbrella, escorting me inside through a side entrance. Ethan had been cold, clinical, offering me a shower and change of clothes before we “discussed terms.”

I’d complied, desperate for the money that might save our daughter.

An hour later, I left with a check and the receptionist’s knowing smirk burning into my back.

Pulling into the parking garage, I pushed those memories aside. Today, I wasn’t here to beg. I

was here to demand.

I texted Maxwell Chen: “I’m here to see Ethan regarding Connor Blackthorn.”

His response was immediate: “I’ll meet you at the executive elevator.”

Maxwell appeared exactly as I remembered him–impeccably dressed, expression neutral, the perfect assistant. If he recalled our last encounter, his face betrayed nothing.

“Miss Winters,” he greeted with a slight bow. “Alpha Stone is expecting you at Moonlight

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Manor.”

“I prefer to meet here,” I replied firmly.

+8 Points >

Something flickered in Maxwell’s eyes–surprise, perhaps—but he simply nodded and led me

to the elevator.

Ethan’s office occupied the entire top floor, a testament to his power and status. Floor–to–ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, though tonight they only

reflected the storm’s fury.

Ethan stood when I entered, his amber eyes narrowing slightly.

“I expected you at Moonlight Manor,” he said, his deep voice sending an unwelcome shiver

down my spine.

“I prefer neutral ground,” I replied coolly.

He studied me for a moment, then turned to Maxwell. “Have dinner delivered here instead.”

Maxwell nodded and disappeared, leaving us alone.

Ethan gestured to the seating area. “Please, sit.”

I remained standing. “I’m here about Connor Blackthorn.”

“And I invited you to dinner,” he countered, his tone hardening slightly. “We can discuss

business afterward.”

Before I could respond, Maxwell returned with several staff members carrying covered dishes. The rich aroma of venison filled the air as they set up an elaborate meal on Ethan’s conference

table.

My stomach betrayed me with a quiet growl. I recognized the dishes immediately–venison medallions with moonberry sauce, roasted root vegetables, and forest mushroom risotto. All

my favorites from Amber Crest Restaurant.

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“You remembered,” I said before I could stop myself.

Something softened in Ethan’s expression. “Of course.”

The intimacy of the moment unsettled me. During our marriage, we’d rarely shared meals

together. Ethan had always been too busy with pack business or spending time with Victoria

and Emma.

“Please,” he said, pulling out a chair for me. “Eat something.”

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+8 Points >

I sat reluctantly, keeping my expression neutral despite the delicious food before me. This felt

like manipulation–using my hunger against me.

“How is your mother?” Ethan asked as he served me a portion of venison.

“Fine,” I replied curtly. “Connor Blackthorn’s retrial petition-”

“Can wait until after dinner,” he interrupted smoothly. “Tell me about your work with Gwendolyn Pierce.”

I stared at him, surprised he knew about that. “How did you-”

“I make it my business to know what’s happening in my territory,” he said, taking a sip of his wine. “Especially when it involves my mate.”

My wolf bristled at his possessive tone. “I’m not here to discuss my personal life.”

“No?” His amber eyes fixed on me intently. “Then let’s discuss Lucas Blackwood instead.”

The mention of Lucas made my spine stiffen. “There’s nothing to discuss.”

“I disagree,” Ethan said, his voice deceptively casual. “The Alpha of Moonstone Pack seems

quite… attentive to my mate lately.”

I set down my fork with a sharp clink. “This is pointless.”

I stood to leave, but Ethan was faster, moving to block my path. His scent–pine and amber- enveloped me as he stepped closer.

“Olivia,” he said softly, reaching for my hand.

I tried to pull away, but he held firm, drawing me into a brief embrace. The familiar warmth of his body against mine triggered something deep within my wolf–a recognition that, despite

everything, this was still my mate.

I broke away, heart pounding traitorously.

“Let me help you with Connor Blackthorn,” Ethan offered, his voice gentle. “Consider it repaying a debt.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want your help.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you,” I said bluntly. “You’ll protect Victoria over seeking justice for Lily.”

His jaw tightened at the accusation. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” I challenged. “You’ve made your priorities clear, Ethan. Victoria and Emma come first.

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They always have.”

+8 Points >

Too shaken to argue, I let him guide me to the elevator, his hand steady at the small of my

The parallel was too much to bear. Once again, I stood in a hospital corridor, being asked to sign a form that might not save someone I loved.

“Olivia,” Ethan’s voice cut through my panic. He turned to Dr. Fletcher. “Continue treatment immediately. I take full responsibility.”

The doctor hesitated. “Sir, we still need-‘

“Do it,” Ethan commanded, his Alpha authority unmistakable. “I’ll ensure the paperwork is handled.”

He turned to me, his voice gentler. “Olivia, your mother needs this treatment. It’s not like Lily’s situation. This time, there are no organ donors involved, no waiting lists. Just sign.”

His words penetrated my fog of fear. With trembling hands, I signed the form.

Dr. Fletcher took it with a nod. “I’ll update you as soon as possible.”

As he hurried back to the emergency room, my legs finally gave way. Ethan caught me before ! hit the floor, guiding me to a nearby chair.

“She can’t die,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “She’s all I have left.”

Ethan’s hand covered mine, warm and steady. “She’s strong, like her daughter.”

The waiting room door burst open, and Lucas Blackwood strode in, his gray eyes immediately

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finding mine.

“Liv,” he said, crossing the room in long strides. “I came as soon as I heard.”

He knelt before me, taking my hands in his. “How is she?”

“Critical,” I managed, grateful for his solid presence. “They’re working on her now.”

Lucas pulled me into a comforting embrace, his familiar scent calming my frayed nerves.

+8 Points

Over his shoulder, I caught Ethan watching us, his amber eyes dark with an emotion I couldn’t

decipher.

The minutes stretched into hours, each tick of the clock a reminder of how precious and

precarious life could be. Lucas remained by my side, his quiet strength a balm to my anxiety.

Finally, Dr. Harrison Fletcher returned, his expression cautiously optimistic.

“Miss Winters,” he began, “your mother has stabilized. The crisis has passed, and she’s

regained consciousness.”

Relief crashed over me in a wave so powerful I nearly collapsed again. Lucas’s arm around my

shoulders kept me upright as tears of gratitude spilled down my

cheeks.

“Can I see her?” I asked, already rising from my seat.

Dr. Fletcher nodded. “Briefly. She’s still very weak.”

Lucas squeezed my hand. “I’ll be right here.”

I followed Dr. Fletcher to my mother’s room, where Evelyn lay pale but alive, connected to various monitors. Her eyes fluttered open as I approached.

“Olivia,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I’m here, Mom,” I said, carefully taking her frail hand in mine. “You’re going to be okay.”

As the nurses prepared to wheel her to a recovery room, Evelyn’s gaze drifted past me. Her

eyes widened slightly in surprise.

I turned to see Ethan standing in the doorway, his powerful frame a stark contrast to the

sterile hospital setting.