Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 327

I knew this would hurt Olivia deeply, but I was desperate. Lily was gone, but Emma was still a living, breathing pup—I couldn't bear to watch her die.

At first, my affection for Emma had been transferred from my guilt toward Victoria, but as time passed, I had truly come to love the little girl who called me "Dad."

James scoffed, unmoved by my offer.

"What does Emma Frost's life or death have to do with me?" he asked coldly. "Why should I give up my own dreams for her? If you want my kidney for her, it'll never happen."

His wolf growled beneath his skin, bristling at the very suggestion. With cold decisiveness, he took Olivia's hand and led her away.

I didn't try to stop them. What would be the point?

"Ethan," Victoria clutched at my arm, panic in her voice. "Just let James Knight go like that? What about Emma?"

I turned to her, trying to offer what comfort I could.

"James isn't a suitable candidate anyway," I explained gently. "He has a motorcycle competition at the end of the month, representing the Northern Territory. Emma's life can't come at the cost of his future."

Though Victoria clearly wanted to protest, to demand that Olivia suffer as she had suffered, she swallowed her anger. I took her to get her wounds treated, and Dr. Samuel Wilson diagnosed a mild concussion, requiring overnight observation at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den.

Throughout the afternoon, I visited Dr. Jonathan Rivers, discussing Emma's deteriorating condition. When I returned to Emma's room, she had just woken up.

The moment she saw me, she burst into tears, her small arms reaching for me.

"Daddy, am I really going to die?" she sobbed, clinging to me with desperate strength.

Her small wolf whimpered within her, sensing the danger to her body. I stroked her blonde hair, trying to soothe her fears.

"No, princess," I whispered, my amber eyes soft with genuine affection. "I won't let that happen."

I stood on the balcony of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, watching the sunrise with weary eyes. Stubbing out my Midnight Cigarette, I felt a decision solidifying in my heart.

(Olivia's POV)

I sat beside my mother's bed in the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, gently massaging her thin arms. Evelyn's condition had stabilized, but she still needed regular care.

"The doctor says you might be able to go home next week," I told her softly, working my fingers over her muscles to prevent atrophy.

My mother smiled weakly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That would be nice. I miss my own bed."

As I continued the gentle massage, my Evidence Phone rang. Without pausing in my ministrations, I picked it up and answered.

The moment I did, a frantic voice burst through the line: "James is in trouble."