Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 238

I felt Olivia trembling behind me, her fury radiating in waves as Ethan’s Alpha command hung in the air between us. Her hatred for him seemed to intensify with each passing second of his

coercion.

My heart ached for her. I tightened my grip on her hand when she tried to pull away, responding to Ethan’s command.

“Liv, don’t go. Let me handle this. I won’t let anything happen to your mother,” I promised, my eyes locked on hers.

I was genuinely concerned that Ethan’s pressure would cause her illness to relapse–the same condition that had nearly claimed her after Lily’s death. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer that

way again.

(Olivia’s POV)

I looked at Lucas with tearful eyes, feeling utterly powerless against Ethan’s influence over Silvercrest territory. I hadn’t anticipated his continued harassment after returning to Shadow Creek, especially given the rumors about him and Victoria.

“How can you be so shameless?” I spat at Ethan, my voice trembling with rage.

Lucas squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Trust me,” he said, his gaze gentle yet firm.

I held his hand tighter, silently conveying my trust. Deep down, I believed Lucas wouldn’t jeopardize my mother’s health the way Ethan had.

Ethan noticed our interaction, his amber eyes narrowing dangerously. “I won’t ask again,” he said, his voice growing colder.

Just then, his phone rang. He ignored it at first, but when it rang a second time, he reluctantly

checked the screen.

“What is it, Maxwell?” he answered sharply.

I watched his expression change as he listened to whatever Maxwell Chen was saying. His jaw tightened visibly.

“What do you mean the project is halted?” he demanded. “Who authorized that?”

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Lucas’s lips curved into a subtle smile beside me. I realized he must have used his

connections against Ethan.

After ending the call, Ethan glared at Lucas with barely contained fury. “This isn’t over,” he warned before storming out of the medical den.

Lucas led me to my mother’s room without further interference. I was grateful for his protection, but worried about the consequences of challenging the Alpha King so openly.

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Over the next few days, Lucas became busy with Blackwood Pack Enterprises matters. Ethan

didn’t appear in front of me again, which was a relief.

I spent most of my time at the medical den, watching over my mother. Her condition seemed to be stabilizing, which eased my anxiety somewhat.

Dr. Harrison Fletcher appeared uncomfortable whenever I was around. He avoided meeting my eyes directly, as if he felt guilty about something.

“How is she really doing?” I asked him during one of his examinations.

He hesitated before answering. “Her vitals are improving. The postponement of the surgery might actually be beneficial.”

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “Why the sudden change in medical opinion?”

Dr. Fletcher busied himself with checking my mother’s charts. “Sometimes new information comes to light that changes our approach.”

I didn’t believe him, but I couldn’t argue with my mother’s improving condition. Whatever was happening, at least she seemed to be getting better.

After my mother fell asleep that evening, I left the medical den, exhausted from another long day of worry. A sleek black car pulled up in front of me as I stepped outside.

Bernard Sheppard emerged, his dignified manner unchanged as he bowed slightly. “Miss Winters, Mrs. Blackwood requests your presence.”

My wolf immediately grew cautious. “Lucas’s mother?”

Bernard nodded. “She’s waiting at the Whispering Tea Parlor.”

I hesitated, then quickly sent Lucas a text message before getting into the car. Whatever Margaret Blackwood wanted, I needed to face it directly.

The Whispering Tea Parlor was as elegant as its name suggested, with soft lighting and tasteful décor. Margaret Blackwood sat at a corner table, her posture perfect as she sipped

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She didn’t stand when I approached, merely indicating the chair across from her with a slight

gesture.

“Miss Winters,” she greeted, her refined voice barely masking her disapproval. “Thank you for

coming.”

I sat down cautiously. “Mrs. Blackwood.”

She studied me with critical eyes. “I’ll be direct. You are unworthy of my son.”

The bluntness of her statement took me by surprise, though I shouldn’t have been shocked.

“When I heard you had jumped into the Moonstone River, I was relieved,” she continued coldly. “Your reappearance has been… disappointing.”

I felt my wolf bristle defensively. “I never asked for Lucas’s attention.”

Margaret’s perfectly manicured hand waved dismissively. “My son is the Alpha of the

Moonstone Pack. His actions now affect both Blackwood Pack Enterprises and Stone Pack

Enterprises.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “I understand you spent the night at Ethan Stone’s residence

recently.”

I stiffened. “Nothing happened between us.”

“That hardly matters,” Margaret replied. “The appearance of impropriety is enough. Lucas is risking everything for a woman who still runs to her mate when called.”

Her words stung because they contained a kernel of truth. I had gone to Ethan’s apartment,

even if it was under duress.

“The Blackwood bloodline has maintained its territory for over a century,” she reminded me.

“One woman’s drama should not jeopardize generations of stability.”

I retreated slightly in my chair, suddenly understanding the gravity of the situation. Lucas wasn’t just risking his reputation for me–he was risking his pack’s standing.

Before I could respond, the door to the tea parlor opened. Lucas strode in, immediately filling

the room with his presence.

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side of Ethan’s Shadow Ghost.

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Through the taxi window, I saw Ethan, who hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt, hit the steering wheel hard. Lucas got out of his vehicle calmly.

He tossed something into Ethan’s car–a check, I realized–before returning to his SUV. “Sorry

about that,” he called out. “Complete accident.”

The taxi driver, witnessing the confrontation between two powerful Alphas, quickly pulled

away from the scene.

“Where to, miss?” he asked nervously.

“Shadowfall Tavern,” I replied, needing a drink more than ever.

The tavern was dimly lit and relatively quiet when I arrived. I found a corner booth and ordered

the strongest moonlight wine they had.

I was halfway through my second glass when James Knight slid into the seat across from

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“Lucas told me what happened,” he said, signaling the bartender for a drink of his own.

I didn’t respond, just stared into my glass as if it held answers to questions I hadn’t even formed yet.

James didn’t push me to talk. He simply sat there, offering silent support as he recognized my need for comfort without pressure.

By my fourth glass, the emotional walls I’d built began to crumble. Tears slid down my cheeks as everything–Lily’s death, Ethan’s betrayal, my mother’s illness, Lucas’s risk–taking, Margaret’s cold assessment–crashed down on me at once.

“I’m so tired, Jay,” I whispered, using his nickname from our childhood. “I’m tired of fighting.”

James moved to sit beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders as I leaned against him.

“I know, Liv. I know.”

I broke down completely then, crying on his shoulder as the alcohol lowered my defenses. James held me through it, not offering empty platitudes, just steady presence.

I didn’t notice the tavern door opening or the sudden hush that fell over the room. But I felt

James tense beside me.

Looking up through tear–blurred vision, I saw Ethan standing a few feet away. His amber eyes were fixed on me, filled with an emotion I couldn’t name.

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There was a small cut on his forehead from the earlier collision, but he seemed otherwise

unharmed. His gaze shifted from me to James, narrowing dangerously.

“Get your hands off my mate,” he growled.

James’s eyes flashed with protective fury. Without warning, he grabbed a bottle from the table

and struck. Ethan over the head with it, the glass shattering on impact.